Chapter 1627 Voldemort Turned Into Evil Deity

The black mist around Voldemort's body churned violently. After devouring the magic of Ivan and Sirius, the black mist surged upwards, surrounding Sirius who fell from the sky.

Shrouded in mist, Sirius could no longer use Apparition, nor could he use other magic. He struggled in the black mist with a painful expression on his face, and soon he could not resist.

At the same time, another part of the black mist attacked Aiwen.

The mist billows and night merges into one, seemingly endless.

It turned into the shape of a skull, and then transformed into a giant python with a wide mouth, trying to swallow Ivan too.

"This magic..." Ivan didn't have time to think about it. He turned his broom and flew around Voldemort to avoid it, and flew up against the window of the Muggle building. The mortal threat that followed.

The black mist changed again, like the raging tide, rushing towards him from all directions.

Aiwen held the Firebolt in his left hand and flew to dodge at the fastest speed. This was definitely the best performance of his life.

The scene in front of him shook and passed quickly, and he felt that he was about to faint.

He tried his best to concentrate, and while evading, Aiwen found Mad-Eye Moody lying on a protruding platform of a building.

He lay there quietly, unable to judge whether he was in a coma or dead.

Ivan was a little impatient, worried about the situation of Moody, Sirius, and Ron. It would be terrible if the other Death Eaters continued to fight.

He looked back, and Voldemort had completely turned into darkness at the center.

The darkness made up of black mist is much deeper than ordinary night, swallowing up all light like a black hole, and tumbling like a tornado.

Voldemort's magic is very strange, not any black magic in Ivan's memory.

These black mist are more powerful than any black magic he knows.

Can't delay any longer, no matter what magic it is, Ivan decided to give it a try.

His right hand holding the wand was stretched back, and golden sparks burst from the end of the wand.

The fire became more and more intense, and the golden flame burned, leaving a bright trail behind Aiwen.

The flame was not swallowed by the black mist, it just burned like this, and then, the fire wires gathered together and condensed into a fireball.

It exudes a fiery temperature, and the surrounding air is trembling and crackling, as if it is also being ignited.

Ivan waved his wand, and the huge fireball blasted towards Voldemort with a bang.

He followed the fireball and flew towards Voldemort. With the golden light of the fire, Ivan saw Voldemort's pale and terrifying snake-like face and scarlet eyes. He stared at those eyes and accelerated forward. Faster and faster...

When he was about to get close to Voldemort and the tumbling black mist, Ivan's wand moved upwards, and the fireball burst into a violent explosion.

Suddenly, the whole space trembled.

Everything was shaking, and the powerful impact of the explosion scattered the black mist around Voldemort.

"Weak magic, ridiculous flames, Ivan Mason, your strength can't compete with me at all, it's just a futile struggle!"

Voldemort's icy voice sounded again, and black mist surged from all directions, surrounding Aiwen, and he had nowhere to escape.

"Hand over the double snake staff, and I will spare you; surrender to me, and I will let you gain stronger power and understand the true meaning of magic."

The black mist swarmed up, and Voldemort's voice rang directly in Ivan's mind.

At the moment when he was surrounded, all the hairs on his body stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of creepy terror rose from his body.

It wasn't just Voldemort in front of him, he also saw the shadow of the evil god through the black mist!

Absolutely right, although it just passed by in a flash, but the twisted evil god...

Aiwen felt a burst of coldness, his magic power was rapidly draining, and he knew that this would be his last magic.

Once he fails, he will usher in death!

"Call God to guard!" Ivan raised his wand and shouted.

The Patronus sprang from the end of his wand, the silvery light dispelling the mist further, and the Patronus charged towards Voldemort.

The brilliance dispelled the black mist, Ivan recovered, and he saw Voldemort raise his wand.

Ivan didn't give him a chance. After casting the Patronus Charm, he swung his wand forward, and the flames that hadn't dissipated gathered together again, and they became a line of fire again, wrapping Voldemort tightly, and the golden flame was burning , extending upward from the line of fire to incinerate Voldemort.

In the next second, Voldemort was hit by the Patronus, and Ivan heard a sharp cry.

The sound coming from Voldemort, at the position of his left hand, is not like the sound that a human can make, it is a bit like a cat howling in the middle of the night.

"Alvin Mason..."

Ivan didn't hear what Voldemort was saying, the deep darkness was melting rapidly, and both Sirius and Ron fell from the sky.

He cast a levitating spell, and they floated down slowly. Before Sirius fainted, Ivan flew to his side.

"How are you, Sirius?"

"I'm fine, get out of here, Alvin!" he gasped, his wand jumping up, "here comes the broomstick!"

The broomstick that fell on the ground flew towards him, and he rode on it.

"You take Ron, I'll go find Moody." Ivan said, he looked up.

Voldemort seemed to be in some kind of trouble, the flame that was enough to burn everything didn't hurt him, but he was powerless with Ivan's Patronus, and entangled with the Patronus.

Voldemort's body is now related to the evil god, and he has become an evil god, so the Patronus will naturally cause harm to it.

But wanting to use this to destroy Voldemort is undoubtedly whimsical, the black mist is surging, and the light of the Patronus is getting weaker and weaker.

Aiwen flew to the platform of the building at the fastest speed, grabbed Mad-Eye Moody's arm and directly phantom manifested.

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In an instant, Ai Wen took Moody and appeared on the steps of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, which was the place he had previously agreed with Sirius.

Looking at the dilapidated houses and rubbish scattered on the ground in Grimmauld Square, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt a burning pain all over his body, because the consumption of magic power made his body weak for a while.

The consumption of those mana was not that great, but the moment he was shrouded in black mist consumed most of his mana.

It felt like falling into an ice cave, horror, cold, darkness, and the voice of Voldemort speaking in his head.

Just like he entered Aiwen's body, he could see everything in Aiwen's mind.

This feeling is really terrible!