Noticing that Voldemort was about to use the Requisition Charm to kill Mad-Eye Moody, Ryan slammed into Moody's side. A green light swept the two of them into the distance.

"Voldemort!" Moody reacted immediately, and Ryan also knew from his name that he usually called Voldemort a mystery person, just like himself, all to avoid the spell that Voldemort put on his name, not out of fear.

"Down. Moody shouted and fired a red firework, then slammed down on the broomstick. He knew that riding on a broomstick was definitely no match for Voldemort, who could fly directly in the sky, so he could only hope for the obstacles after landing on the ground. However, Voldemort understood this, and under his command, the surrounding Death Eaters gathered to attack Ryan.

Even if Moody roared at the battle, he couldn't stop so much magic alone. Fortunately, the Death Eaters were going to leave the chance to kill Harry to Voldemort, so their magic was mainly directed at the firebolts that Ryan was riding. In just a few seconds, those spells successfully broke Lane's sturdy iron charm and hit the firebolt, and in an instant, the broomstick behind the firebolt burst into flames and then fell uncontrollably.

Ryan wasn't Harry after all, and there was really no way to dodge so many spells when faced with a fire attack. At this time, Moody was caught by three Death Eaters and flew farther and farther, and he watched Ryan fall with a fireball and desperately tried to get closer to this side, but he could only fly farther and farther under the resistance of those Death Eaters.

"Looks like the next step is not to pretend to be Harry. Ryan looked at the Death Eaters who were also swooping down and Voldemort who was leading the way, and thought that even if he directly apparitioned and ran away now, it would be blameless, because he had just seen the six or seven Death Eaters behind Thestrals ridden by Bill and Fleur who had flown near them, and now there were only two of them left, thinking that they should easily escape.

However, Ryan did not retreat, he used his magic to activate the Rose Mother in his body and then released the alchemy he had just prepared.

After the alchemy was completed, a pink ball of light expanded rapidly with Ryan as the core, enveloping the surrounding dozen or so Death Eaters in an instant, and these Death Eaters watched the ball of light wrap themselves in it without even having time to add protective magic to themselves.

But after holding their breath for a second or two, the Death Eaters realized that nothing had happened. Just as they were about to celebrate with their crowns, the broomsticks they were riding exploded at the same time.

In an instant, the smile on the Death Eater's face turned to a scream of horror. You must know that they have been chasing Ryan and diving, and after losing their broom more than 100 meters above the ground, they are left with only three or four seconds to react.

Not every wizard can afford to have a full body of magical defense items, especially for these poor jingle Eastern European dark wizards, the only magic item they have on them may be the wand in their hand. At the same time, not every dark wizard can be as powerful as Voldemort or Bella, and can choose exactly which spell to use at any given time.

Just as Ryan stretched out a pair of transparent pink wings like crystals behind his back, stopped the trend of falling, and soared towards Voldemort, the sound of a series of bags of flour falling to the concrete floor was heard on the ground. Listening to the voice, Ryan guessed that the group of Death Eaters who had just caught up was at least half hung.

"Who the hell are you?" Before Ryan could celebrate his streak of at least ten kills, he was forced to jerk to the left by a requires, followed by Voldemort's hoarse voice, followed by another green light flying towards Ryan.

"Guess. Ryan said, flapping his wings, and like a nimble bird, he avoided the green light and glided to Voldemort's left. Unlike the broomstick, this pair of wings formed by the Virgin of Roses is like a natural extension of his limbs, giving Ryan excellent mobility in the air.

After gaining a new position, Ryan slashed his wand hard, and a crescent blade of flaming dark blue flame flew towards Voldemort. This spell of death and frost that Ryan invented after carefully studying the Black Book of the Dead and the Golden Book of the Sun put a lot of pressure on Voldemort, and he had to give up the next life requisition spell and summon a silver shield from the air in front of him.

The crescent blade exploded as it struck the silver shield, and dark blue sparks flew around the shield towards Voldemort. Burned the figure into an ice-blue torch.

"Fake. Thinking of this, Ryan quickly folded his wings and swooped, and a green life-requisition spell flew directly over his head. Seeing the green light go away, Ryan began to snake and fly forward, and Voldemort unleashed several more life-requisition spells above him, but he dodged them.

After a few seconds of flying, Ryan flapped his wings and did an Inmaiman roll, and then fired a series of blue-and-white plasma balls with lightning bolts at the oncoming Voldemort, who once again summoned a silver shield to block the plasma balls.

Under the cover of the plasma that flew everywhere after the plasma ball hit the shield, Ryan sideways once again avoided another life-seeking spell, and then directly drew his enemy sword as he passed by Voldemort, stabbing him hard in Voldemort's stunned eyes.

I have to say that Voldemort was still careless, or that he had never seen anyone who could be as flexible as him or even more flexible than him in air combat, let alone a wizard who used Muggle cold weapons in regular wizarding combat, so he was caught off guard by Ryan with a sword.

But Voldemort is worthy of being the most powerful dark wizard in Europe right now, and in this case, he still added enough magical defense to himself in time, coupled with the snake scales with both physical and magical defense abilities hidden under the skin after the body was rebuilt, so that Ryan's attack was not as effective as expected.

The enemy fencing in Ryan's hand was indeed an artifact, and when it came into contact with Voldemort, it broke through his magical defenses in one fell swoop. However, the force expended, combined with the scales on Voldemort's body, caused the tip of the sword to slide down Voldemort's waist. Fortunately, Ryan adjusted the strength in time, and finally let the sword stab through Voldemort's thigh diagonally, and then Ryan pulled it out with a slip of black blood.

"You're dead. Voldemort gritted his teeth and looked at Ryan, his whole heart burning with rage. In fact, the wound on his leg was not serious, and his wound healed immediately after Ryan drew his sword. He was angry because he hadn't been injured like this even when he had fought Dumbledore before. Not to mention the deep sense of shame that this kind of Muggle-like fighting brought to him after injuring him.

"It's like—played. Lane dodged a succession of life-requisition spells that flew like arrows and landed on the ground, and then seven or eight sharp branches pierced Voldemort's landing like sharp arrows.

With a slight wave of his hand, Voldemort sent the branches into a pile of ash and flew into the air, then shouted as he fired the Curse of Death. "Little mouse, don't try to avoid your death, today you are dead. ”

"Not necessarily. Ryan dodged a requisite spell and stepped out of the hedge, a pink glow slamming into the Devil. After landing on the ground and retracting his wings, Ryan, who was not very skilled in the Rose Lady, was finally able to mobilize the power inside to attack.

Voldemort conjured up a silver shield to block it this time, but soon his face turned ugly. Because this spell was different from the previous spell that Ryan couldn't shake his shield, the silver shield buzzed this time after being hit by the pink light, and he felt a wave of pressure pass over him.

"Who the hell are you?" Voldemort held out his left hand to stabilize the shield as he shot a green light from behind the shield again. However, a two-story clay giant suddenly appeared from the ground and blocked the blow.

"Guess. Ryan said to Voldemort, and by this time a red alchemy circle had been outlined under his feet. With the blessing of the earth, the clay giant sprinted upwards from his feet as he charged at Voldemort. When it rushed to Voldemort, it had turned into a stone giant, and then two large fists that were hugged together smashed down on Voldemort's head.