Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 834 The Death of Voldemort!
Under the three people's super perception.

The green light soon revealed its true identity.

Different from the thick rays of ordinary spell wands.

It is extremely tiny.

Like a needle.

However, this needle contained a death power that far exceeded the previous killing curse that was like a beam of light.

Moreover, this power is extremely pure and condensed.

It was like death itself.

However, the next second after it 'realized' that it was being watched.

It just disappeared into thin air.

Ding! It appeared out of thin air in front of Riddle's eyes—only 0.3 inches away from his pupil.
In the thin air,
The materialized silver shield pressed against Riddle's nose, blocking the needle of death.

Also audible were the short syllables uttered by Riddle, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald.

The three of them had just used a protection spell together to create this shield.

However, the next second when the shield and the needle touched, the shield shattered.

Voldemort, who had been hiding in the cracks of reality after being released, was stunned.

How come they are so weak? Compared to their previous selves.

He tentatively poked his head out from behind a surviving rock.

Voldemort's head.jpg
"Well, I'll try again." His pupils dilated and he stared at Riddle.

Looks silly.

But invisible ripples appeared on Riddle's body.

This shows that he is not being cute.

The invisible sight was filled with vicious curses.

It collided with the protective spell Riddle had once again cast on himself.

"Well, try again." Voldemort disappeared again.

In the narrow crack of reality, he secretly exhaled a wisp of purple flame.

After four or five consecutive tests, he confirmed Riddle and the others' current level from their responses.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, 20 feet in front of Dumbledore and the other two, Voldemort appeared from the air accompanied by a black mist.

"It seems that Travers did not play no role.

What a pity! If I had known I would not have resurrected so quickly." Voldemort laughed arrogantly.

He said it was a pity, but he didn't even mention the names of Mulcerber and his son.

Voldemort, relieved from the pressure, did not notice at all that Dumbledore had stopped breathing.

This was the inspiration given to him by Harry's special state.

In his chest, a fire phoenix that was about to flap its wings and fly away was sustaining his life at the moment.

His life, everything turned into this bloody phoenix.

It is filled with Dumbledore's love and sacrifice for the world.

The second before the Fire Phoenix takes off.

Grindelwald noticed something was wrong, "No!"

But this 'no' only rang in his heart.

His lover is dying.

In order to hide his grief, he could only suppress it.

All attention was focused on Voldemort's ugly face.

Resist the urge to see your loved one for the last time.

They were prepared to attack at the cost of their own lives and to protect the life of their ace Riddle at any time.

And Riddle, he forgot everything. On the shining cross in his heart, the bound god with the same face as him was gradually waking up from his slumber.

A shocking blow was brewing in my heart.

"I'll kill you later. Kill all the wizards who don't obey me! And the Muggles! Bury them all in Azkaban! Create Dementors again! Occupy Hogwarts!

Wait until I find that [dragon] in Hogwarts!
Destroy it again!

I can then ascend to the throne of God again!"

Voldemort on the opposite side thought he had already won the battle and talked about his subsequent plans without any hesitation.

Dumbledore's body collapsed.

The Fire Phoenix carried all his essence across space and came before Voldemort.

Voldemort's laughter stopped and he felt his body suddenly lose control.

Grindelwald's roar, tears and blue flames appeared.

Riddle's figure disappeared from the spot, and silver-white thunder lingered between his wand and struck Voldemort.

Voldemort's eyes widened.

His intuition told him that he was going to die!

Completely dead!
[Pause! !] A clear voice sounded, and time stopped.

Ryan's thin figure appeared on the spot.

[ recall! ]
The lost time is recalled.

Grindelwald's anger, tears, and Fiendfyre returned together.

Riddle returned to his original position.

The fire phoenix was injected back into Dumbledore's body and then dissipated.

Dumbledore's lifeless blue eyes returned to their original blue color.

Ryan's mind moved.

Time began to flow again.

The weather also cleared up.

“I heard that you were taking the time to look for me—” The boy had a smile on his face.

No one present dared to ignore him.

They all remembered what had just happened.

Grindelwald and Riddle's eyes were filled with gratitude.

Grindelwald threw himself directly at Dumbledore.

Hugging him tightly.

Voldemort collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

He is the lowest and most evil demon king who is so afraid of death that he shamelessly kills a baby for it.

Faced with death, he really had no style at all.

If his body hadn't undergone multiple magical transformations.

Now you might even pee all over the floor.

"Do you have what it takes to fight me, Ryan Smith?" There was something wrong with the young man's tone.

Voldemort said quickly, "I'm talking about the Dragon! The weapon designed by the Four Great Ones to kill gods! It has nothing to do with you, Excellency!"

"Oh? The [Dragon] you mentioned is referring to me." Ryan snorted, "But don't misunderstand.

The true identity of [Dragon] is Peeves, the oldest ghost in Hogwarts.

Your previous state was not a so-called god.

Rather, it is a byproduct of the strongest among the divine wizards - the kingdom of God.

You were just afraid before. Afraid of my sudden appearance."

"I misunderstood!" Voldemort struggled to get up and quickly admitted his mistake, "Since you saved me.

You must have something to tell me.

I'm strong. Stronger than all three of them!

I am willing to be your loyal——"

Voldemort was mute.

Because, unknowingly.

The figure of the terrifying young man opposite, who was suspected to be the armored man in the church, disappeared.

No, he didn't disappear.

The sun in the sky was blocked by his figure again!
He just became infinitely taller.

The entire island of Azkaban is now in his palm!
They all stand in Ryan's hands!
In the distance, on those small boats, Moody and other Ministry of Magic employees and members of the Order of the Phoenix all stood still.

Watching this shocking scene.

Voldemort, who was in close contact, was even more frightened.

But Ryan's change also shows his attitude.

So, Voldemort did not beg for mercy again.

Instead, she screamed, "What kind of magic is this!"

"This is the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of My Hand, the amazing move of my incarnation, Buddha Shakyamuni!"

"Just a trick?" Voldemort felt insulted.

Feeling that his death was approaching, he thrust the yew wand into his heart, "Avada, eat the big melon!"

Voldemort disappeared, and in his place appeared a sun of death shining green.

It carried all of Voldemort's hatred and power.

"You've done your best, the rural terrorist of the British wizarding world - the Noseless Man!" Ryan pressed down with another palm.

The magical power [Five Finger Mountain] a towering mountain pressed down on Voldemort who was beaten back to his original form.

“How could this be!” Voldemort discovered that the connection between his reliance on immortality and the Horcrux was inexplicably breaking.

“Oh, you figured it out.

You think I can't see your little thoughts.

You think I'm not Riddle and can't actually kill you?

Naive! How dare a creeping thing on the ground guess how high the bright moon is! "

(End of this chapter)