Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

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Huge holes can be seen everywhere in the soil, and the powder left by the broken rocks is scattered on the ground and blown away by the strong wind.

The figures of Ryan and Voldemort kept flashing in the sky.

They kept waving the wands in their hands, casting powerful spells - although neither of them needed a wand to cast spells, the effect of the wand in amplifying magic power was extremely important at this time!

Or a dark and ominous feathered arrow that corrodes everything it touches.

Or it could be a magnificent lightning that transforms into a roaring eagle and tears the arrow into pieces!

The battle between the two is undoubtedly enough to make most wizards in the magical world today sigh in despair.

The two figures kept moving during the battle, and were now very close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, near the Black Lake - this made the air damp, but was then evaporated by the scorching heat of the fierce fire.

And at this time...

"That's the Gryffindor spell!?"

Voldemort's figure turned into a ball of black mist and flew backwards.

He looked at Ryan, who was wearing golden armor that burned like a lion's mane and holding a magic sword.

"Disgusting magic."

Voldemort looked at his shoulder with disgust - the shoulder that originally belonged to Quirrell, now with a wound so deep that the bone was visible.

There was no blood flowing from his pale skin, only golden magic like flames lingering on his shoulders, constantly consuming his magic power.

Voldemort could feel the restraint that magic had on him and all dark magic and evil.

"Oh, you should be thankful I only started working out in the last few months."

Ryan took another sip of Goliath potion, his voice still calm: "If it were before, you wouldn't have the chance to vomit - because I've already chopped off your head."

"Oh, Elias...you should be glad that you're not facing the real me."

Voldemort sneered: "The magic power of this body is too weak, otherwise you would have died long ago."

Then, he raised his head proudly: "However, I can admit that you are outstanding... Although you are far inferior to me, you are still outstanding enough!"

"So, I can mercifully give you a chance."

He raised his hands: "Give me your body, and we will become one...Choose to serve me, and I will give you glory!"

But after hearing his words, Ryan almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"To become one? To serve you? To be honored?"

He pointed at Voldemort's body. "Like Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, you're different from him."

But Voldemort was bland: "He was mediocre and weak, without any talent."

"But you...you are talented enough."

"You are worthy to embark on the journey of leaping over death with me—I can enable you to surpass your teachers and avoid their fate."

The ending he was referring to was obviously death.

"Leaping Death?"

But Ryan didn't bother to pay any attention to him.

"I'm not interested in becoming a wandering spirit and hiding in a dark corner... Does the smell of the sewer smell good?"

He taunted.

"very good."

Then Voldemort gave him a cold look.

He said no more, but raised his wand again, and an ominous magical power emanated from the wand.

This wasn't the first time—in fact, Ryan had seen Voldemort's dark magic many times in the repeated battles just now.

but...

"!!!"

At this moment, Ryan realized it instinctively.

This time, something is wrong!

He could feel his soul beating constantly at this moment, the magic power in his body flowing subconsciously, and his muscles tensed instinctively.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Accompanied by a hoarse snake sound, green light burst out from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

Ryan almost instinctively began to feel the magic of the green light and analyze its spell structure.

This is what almost all wizards thousands of years ago would do when fighting their enemies.

However, Ryan was surprised to find out.

He couldn't analyze the spell structure of the green light.

When he tried to mobilize his magic power to sense the other party, all he felt was a chill.

He couldn't feel the emotion in the spell.

He could not feel the flow of magic in the spell.

He could not feel anything from the spell.

It is like a boundless river.

Dead silence, calm, without any ripples.

Like...death itself!

And Ryan certainly understood the significance of this.

"This spell...has touched the essence of magic!"

"It symbolizes Voldemort's magical path, the path he chose - 'Death'!"

Yes.

Voldemort was more than just a master of the Dark Arts.

Although he is evil, violent, and foolish - he is indeed a true legendary wizard.

He has gone deep enough into the magical path he has chosen, and has even come into contact with the essence of the magic of that path!

He may not be as good as the Big Four, and he may not be as good as Dumbledore.

However, he is undoubtedly at that level as well!

So at this moment, even though he was using Quirrell's body, his spell had incredible power!

So, Ryan made his choice without hesitation!

He moved his fingers lightly, and a rather large potion bottle appeared in his hand - it was the Goliath potion Snape had given him earlier!

At this time, there was about half of the potion left in the potion bottle.

Ryan drank the half bottle of potion without hesitation!

Then...

"boom!"

The green light penetrated his body—and then the cold air, carrying a huge amount of magic power, rushed straight into the sky!

then...

The thick clouds in the sky were torn apart silently, and the starlight and moonlight fell into the devastated forbidden forest.

Voldemort hung proudly in the air.

His already pale face was now even paler, and the remaining blood color on his ugly face seemed to be disappearing.

He was panting, and it was obvious that for him, who was only relying on Quirrell's body, using the killing curse just now was undoubtedly very difficult!

However, he was clearly pleased with the results.

"The heir of the Big Four...is dead!"

Looking at Ryan's lifeless body that had fallen to the ground, he grinned.

"Slytherin... I told you long ago that you would regret what you did to me..."

"Your plan couldn't kill me, no one can kill me!"

"Neither Dumbledore nor the Big Four can do it...sooner or later the entire wizarding world will crawl at my feet..."

There was a certain almost crazy joy in his voice, which made him seem even more abnormal.

Then...

"What did Slytherin do to you?"

He heard the voice again.

Then, Voldemort's snake-like pupils suddenly shrank.

He looked at Ryan's 'corpse' in disbelief.