The five or six minutes after the shield was destroyed felt like a life for Ryan, and he hoped that the people who fought alongside him would survive until the end of the war. So, at this point, he, like Voldemort, hopes that the two of them can start a one-on-one fight as soon as possible.

Of course, Ryan's confidence comes from the magic tower on the floating fortress. He believed that even a well-informed dark wizard like Voldemort would never have imagined that the magic towers of other worlds could increase a person's spellcasting ability to an extremely terrifying level in a short period of time.

However, in order to keep this very important point from being discovered by Voldemort, it will not fall short. Not only can Ryan not take the initiative to go out to find Voldemort now, but he has to hide his back hand as if he is dragging time.

Thankfully, time isn't on Voldemort's side in the current battle. Because even Voldemort himself couldn't guess how long the back hand of the London Ministry of Magic that he had previously arranged would be able to hold Dumbledore back. But one thing is certain, and that is that as time goes on, the probability of Dumbledore suddenly appearing to join Hogwarts Castle is increasing.

Voldemort would definitely not allow the life-fighting blow he planned to fall short at this time, so Ryan felt that he just needed to be a little patient, and the situation would force Voldemort to take the initiative.

After all, if his operation does not achieve its goal, then all the resources he has accumulated in the decades since the war will be dissipated in one fell swoop. Then Ryan and the others can hunt down Voldemort who is alone like a water dog. This was absolutely unacceptable to Voldemort, who thought highly of himself, and he would rather gamble at this time compared to that sloppy appearance.

Everything was as Ryan had analyzed, after another three minutes of stalemate. A black mist flew up from behind the golems and Death Eaters, and then a blazing white light that had just destroyed Hogwarts Castle hit the floating fortress. Fortunately, the modular energy magic shield on the floating fortress suddenly appeared in front of the white light, successfully blocking the blow

"Got you. Staring at the black mist flying at high speed in the air, Ryan summoned his pair of pink wings and flew up lightly, and then turned into a streamer of light and flew straight into the black shadow in the sky. After he left the ground, the wand he held in his right hand quickly slid through the air, drawing runes that looked incredibly intricate and delicate.

Just as he flew thirty or forty meters away from Voldemort, the black mist suddenly stopped in the air, revealing a black human form. Then the black figure raised his wand and pointed at Ryan, and a large amount of green light swept towards him like a cannon.

Sure enough, Voldemort's attack on the Flying Fortress was just a deception in order to lure Ryan out. Of course, Ryan, who knew it well, was not deceived, and when he saw the life-seeking spell coming like raindrops, he immediately dispersed the simple rune phantoms in his hand, and then suddenly retracted his wings and fell downward, avoiding most of the spells.

When he quickly fell more than ten meters, he spread his wings again, and then quickly maneuvered to the left, avoiding several life-requiring spells from Voldemort's pursuit. Admittedly, Voldemort was indeed strong enough. At least Ryan had never seen anyone else shoot the Requisition Curse like Voldemort without stopping.

"You're finally out. Voldemort floated in the air looking down on Ryan, his lipsless mouth on his bare head writhing, and then his unique cold voice resounded across the battlefield. "I repeat, hand over Harry Potter and I'll leave here with someone in no time. The great Lord Voldemort knew how to appreciate courage, and everyone could see that if I were to join the fight, those broken brass would be—"

"Those robots of mine don't need to stop you, because this mission is mine. Ryan interrupted Voldemort's words, and then slammed upwards and threw white fireballs that glowed with blue lightning. Voldemort had to condense several shields of silver-blue flames from the air around him to block the fireballs flying from all angles.

His face was stunned at first, and then furious like never before. Ever since he magically had plastic surgery and changed his name, no one had dared to interrupt Ryan to his face in all these years.

"Mudbloods like you must die a tragic death. After blocking Ryan's fireball, Voldemort swung his wand and pulled a black cloud into the air around him. Then the python lunged at Ryan, spitting out blue fireballs from its mouth.

This cloud python seemed to be alive, and a few spells cast by Ryan did blow up part of the cloud body, but soon the python summoned a character from the thin air to replenish itself. In this case, he was chased by Monty Python and Voldemort, and had to fight and retreat.

"Dirty mudbloods, turn around and fight me, and don't run around like a chased rat. Voldemort laughed maniacally and cast a spell while humiliating Ryan in words, "Turn your head and fight me head-on!"

"As you wish. To Voldemort's surprise, Ryan suddenly stopped and landed on the astronomical tower at Hogwarts Castle. Then he raised his wand and looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort only realized at this time that he had flown too far after Ryan, so much so that he had now rushed into the sky between the floating fortress and Hogwarts Castle. But after glancing at the Death Eaters' resisters below, he let out a sneer.

"You did get me out of my subordinates, but it seems that your companions didn't get here in time. With that, he landed on the tower, and then let the snake of the black cloud coil around him. "Die now!"

That's what I want to tell you. Ryan swung his wand sharply, and an invisible wave of magic came from the floating fortress overhead, enveloping the entire Astronomy Tower.

"W-what?" Voldemort's eyes widened in disbelief as he noticed that the black mist serpent he had summoned had vanished as if it had never appeared. And in the process, he didn't feel the slightest abnormality.

"It's my magic. Ryan said as he pulled the enemy fencing from his spatial pocket, then stared into Voldemort's eyes.

"Mudbloods are mudbloods, and they will only take this low-level Muggle weapon. He sneered at the sight of Ryan taking out his two-handed sword, Voldemort, and then raised his demon and swung it. But nothing happened when the wand was waved, and he frowned and waved his wand again quickly, but everything was still the same as before.

"This is the Forbidden Demon Realm!" Voldemort's eyes immediately filled with fear after discovering that he couldn't cast the spell at all, and he now knew what the killer weapon Ryan had prepared was.

Once upon a time, he thought of himself as an absolute slayer, a god on high who would give death to all those who resisted, and become the master of death. However, when the blade of killing turned against him and death loomed, Voldemort found himself as terrified as mortals.

Looking at Ryan approaching with his sword, Voldemort frantically waved his wand and retreated step by step until he reached the protective wall of the Astronomy Tower. At this time, the coolness from the stone wall behind him finally calmed down his chaotic brain.

"I still have so many Horcruxes, I won't die here. Thinking of this, Voldemort calmed down, but before he could say anything cruel, Ryan raised his sword and swung it vigorously.

"Poof!" There was a slight sound, and a white light swept gently across Voldemort's neck like a spring breeze, bringing a red-black wave.

Voldemort's expression froze, and the last expression he left in the world was a complex expression that seemed to be thinking and confused. The red-black blood lines on his neck grew longer and longer, and finally his head fell from his neck and rolled to the ground.

Voldemort died simply, like the most ordinary human being. His headless corpse slowly leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, and the head, which was much smoother than the others, stopped rolling and came to rest at Ryan's feet.

But it wasn't over yet, and Ryan looked at the battlefield beneath the walls of the city and knew he had a lot of work to do.