Voldemort sneered at the shield holding back the fiendy fire and sneered even more at the aurors' pathetic attempts to immobilize him.
He gave a high-pitched, shrill laugh as the hexes bounced off his shields, colliding with what was left of the shop's interior.
"You're going to have to get a lot darker than that if you want to stop me," he said matter-of-factly as if he was out on an evening stroll. It was faux confidence, though, because despite his shields protecting him, he felt slightly weakened each time a hex was deflected. The horcrux creation had taken more out of him than it ever had before.
With his free hand, Voldemort summoned several doppelgangers in an effort to distract their attention. He pointed his wand at the wandmaker's body and cast the spell turning it into an inferii that was then ordered to go attack Moody.
"Did anyone ever tell you how boring you lot were? At least Albus has the good nature to talk during a duel," Voldemort turned to Cass, casting the Dark Arts version of reductio on the area in his general direction, hoping to draw him out.