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The two daggers Ryan threw stabbed straight into the shield in front of Voldemort, and exploded at the same time.

"Ka, ka, ka." With the scattered black mist and white light, cracks began to appear on the unknown black shield, accompanied by a sound like glass shattering.

"Crack." The shield finally reached its limit, and it suddenly dissipated into pieces that filled the sky and then turned into nothingness. Voldemort, who was behind the shield, seemed to have been severely injured as well, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he took three or four steps back.

"You can't be a wizard, what the hell are you?" Voldemort looked at the girl in the woods with his snake eyes. This scene was quite oppressive, but a gust of wind blew the girl who was only wearing a burqa. Voldemort became extremely hot eyes.

"Whatever you are, you have to die here today." Seeing the disgust and disgust in Ryan's eyes, Voldemort became even more angry. But as soon as he raised his wand, his tone suddenly became alarmed.

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this." Voldemort stared at his open palm. Ryan, who has been running eagle eyes, clearly saw that his pale and bloodless hands were covered with cracks like spider webs. Lifting the arm can see that these cracks have spread to the forearm, and slowly but surely spread to other places.

"It didn't appear in the original text?" Ryan felt that Voldemort's situation was a bit strange, but he would not give up such a good opportunity. Soon he cast a few magic spells at Voldemort, but the power was much less when he lost the spell-casting props, and he was easily blocked by Voldemort. But Voldemort also became powerless to counterattack because of the changes in his body, and was easily avoided by Ryan.

"I'll be back when I fix my problems." Voldemort apparated and left after uttering a harsh sentence. But before he left, he kept looking at Ryan viciously with snake-like eyes, as if to write down what he looked like.

"I ran away?" Ryan looked at the position where Voldemort left with a confused look. He thought that such a big boss would fight until the last moment. But thinking about Voldemort as a generation of heroes, it must not be that kind of idiot character. Think of what he did when he won the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and you know that he is a man who can bend and stretch. Therefore, it is understandable that Voldemort ran directly under the condition of unknown problems with his body.

Now that the protagonist Voldemort is gone, Ryan is also ready to leave. Just as he was walking deep into the woods, suddenly a person jumped out from behind a stone.

Ryan almost hit him with a shadow blade, but fortunately he saw it was Harry in time. I have to say that Harry is a standard Gryffindor, and he dared to hide so close to the battlefield just when he was told to hide.

"What are you going to do?" Ryan asked Harry, holding a Valyrian steel axe. After the two daggers were consumed, he found that this axe was the only weapon that fit his body. Like knives and swords are too long and too big for this body now.

"I—thank you for saving me. Can you tell me your name?" Harry said uneasily. Especially when Ryan raised the axe to his chest height at this time, which made his voice tremble even more when he spoke.

"Mormont, you can call me Lyanna Mormont." Ryan reported the name of this face, anyway, the vassal should blame the lord. "I'm in a hurry to clean up a vampire castle. You'd better wait for the rescue here. There is a fireplace behind the dirt slope in front that leads to the vampire castle. It is recommended that you go in after your aid arrives."

After finishing speaking, Ryan left Harry and hurriedly left the woods, thinking that Harry would be able to get support soon, and he had to quickly remove some traces and put an end to this matter.

Hurrying back to the Tepesh family castle, Ryan found that the puppets had cleaned up the entire castle, including the destroyed furniture and chandeliers, and even the solid wood floor had been pried off. In many places, there are earthenware pots with rough appearance.

"A total of nineteen secret rooms have all been cleared out, and now all the things inside have been sent to the warehouse in that world. We have taken everything that is worth taking in this castle." Rose Crystal proudly said to Ryan. Say. These magic and alchemy puppets do seem to have a talent for collecting loot.

Going down to the castle hall, the originally magnificent hall is in a mess: the decorative mahogany panels have been pried away, the iron shelves that were placed here before, along with the sculptures and plants on them, have been packed and taken away, even the splendid walls on the walls. The murals have become mottled: because it was discovered that the murals were made of real gold powder, the puppets took out all the gold powder on the murals, and Ryan saw Zhenhong holding a big pot about the size of her. , which contained a bottle full of gold dust.

"This is the last batch of things, and we engraved the words you asked us to engrave in the storage room in the basement, and the documents were stuffed into the big iron box and thrown in, so that people behind them will definitely see it." As Ryan stared at himself, Zhenhong, who was opening the space door through the rose crystal, explained to Ryan.

The killed vampires and blood puppets were piled up in a pile in the center of the hall, and those that were in good condition had been collected as experimental materials for future research. Lane could see more than a dozen crock pots with wildfires under the corpse pile, ready for finishing work at any time.

Lane thought for a while, picked up the wreckage equivalent to two blood puppets and a vampire, put them in several large black bags and put them in the space, and then signaled that the puppets should retreat.

The little dolls jumped into the space door one by one with smiles on their faces. On the other side of the space door is the basement under the Rose Crystal Temple in the world of "A Song of Ice and Fire". Ryan promised that these little dolls who came to help could take away the spoils they wanted.

Climbing up the stairs, I took a last look at the dismantled and messed up hall. After that, Ryan turned around and went to the fireplace on the second floor to return to the place where he was tied. Just less than ten seconds after he left, the magic circle painted on a clay pot in the hall burst into flames and ignited a wildfire. Green flames quickly devoured everything in the castle, and with an explosion, half of the castle tower flew into the sky.

Not to mention the current chaos in the Tepesh family castle, Ryan had just set up a seal on the fireplace when he returned to the underground cell, and when he turned around, he found that the vampire captured earlier was dead, with a huge giant on his neck. Hole. And Hermione sat on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with an ugly face.

"This is—" Before Ryan could finish speaking, Xiaoqing explained what had just happened. Xiaoqing also received the news when Ryan started, and when it was about to kill the vampire, Hermione suddenly proposed to let her do it.

Obviously, the big hole on the vampire's neck is Hermione's masterpiece. From the wound, it can be seen that the person who started it is very skilled, and it took at least ten knives to achieve the expected purpose. The vampire was not at all peaceful when he walked away. But thinking about the Muggles who died tragically at the hands of this vampire, this is also a kind of retribution.

"Can you tell me why you did this?" Ryan opened the space bag at his waist, took out a thermos, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Hermione. Because in Ryan's impression, Hermione should be very kind, and he really couldn't associate Hermione with the act of stabbing the vampire's throat more than a dozen times with a dagger.

"The next time you face danger, I don't want you to be alone—" After drinking a few sips of tea, Hermione said the reason in a weak tone.

"Thank you—" Ryan had a lot to say at this time, but in the end he could only turn it into a pale thank you. But he vowed to remember what happened today.