when harry potter met league of legends

Both Quirrell and Voldemort fell into deep contemplation.

The things on the ground are really weird - who would put iron ingots all over the ground for no reason?

Maybe other people would do this boring thing, but Dumbledore wouldn't.

The person who knows you best is always your opponent. For Voldemort, Dumbledore has always been regarded as his lifelong enemy from the time he was eleven years old before he entered school until he is now in his sixties.

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So here comes the question - in the defense level created by Dumbledore himself that he didn't know, are the metal ingots piled together just for the sake of looking good?

Naturally it is impossible.

Under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell stood far away from the pile of iron blocks, feeling with his heart the formation arranged by Dumbledore.

"Strange, there is no magic fluctuation - and there is no sign of setting up a trap. What is going on?" - Quirrell's big scarf was untied, and Voldemort, who thought he was only one step away from success, was extremely patient.

Observing the mysterious magic circle on the ground, Dumbledore was deceived by his little trick and went to London. He had enough time to solve the final problem.

In meditation, time flies by.

After an hour passed, the greatest Dark Lord in the world finally completed the test of the magic circle in front of him after going through various testing methods.

The test result is - the thing in front of me is not a defensive formation at all, it is really just a dozen metal ingots placed there casually...

Voldemort was very angry. Deep down in his heart, he said countless words to Dumbledore who had deceived him with another habitual way of thinking. However, he had to tell himself to stay elegant - after all, there was still a loyal servant in front of him, so he couldn't

Getting angry shows one's own ignorance.

So, under Quirrell's surprised eyes, Voldemort took over his body and carefully used his wand to control the metal ingots on the ground - the movement was slow and steady, as if he was dismantling some unknown explosive.

"My great master, is this all right?"

"It should be no problem - I still underestimated Dumbledore, he actually left such sophisticated means to defend against my arrival, but I finally saw through this magic."

Quirrell was moved - and then fucked.

Of course, the turning point didn't come like this. Although Voldemort's boastful talk made him a little ashamed, Quirrell absolutely believed it - after all, the other party was Dumbledore.

So, a classmate named Allen laughed in his dormitory.

Why are you laughing?

The answer is simple. The system provided him with a benefit called Scouting Guard.

As the name suggests, this thing is used to be placed in the girls' dormitory - it is a sharp tool used to detect the enemy's whereabouts.

When Allen left, he conveniently inserted one on top - the system provided a scouting guard that could last for a day every week and it was completely worth it to watch the subsequent development of things.

What?

Come forward to stop Voldemort?

Why?

After all, at this moment, Allen was so in love that he cried in pain - he gave up the promised Philosopher's Stone, and he didn't even have soup. Comrade Dumbledore ate too much alone, which made Allen feel like he was being eaten by himself at this moment.

A heartbreaking feeling.

So, let's just watch the live broadcast - Voldemort can't cause big trouble anyway, so Dumbledore can just let him take action himself.

Of course, this is definitely not because Allen’s classmate decided to go on strike because he has no wages. Really, Allen dares to swear on the integrity of his roommates!!!

Even if Voldemort used all his brainpower, he would not know that all his actions were exposed under the eyes of one person at this moment. Therefore, Allen was lucky enough to enjoy Voldemort's classmate's circle dance - he jumped around the mirror three times to the left and three times to the right.

Jump around three more times, checking the inscriptions on the mirror from time to time to find the hidden grid that doesn't exist at all.

"That's weird, where is the thing?"

However, there would be no harvest at all - not to mention that the things inside were just a bunch of stuff, and even this fake thing was taken back by Harry as a collection.

However, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely gain something, but sometimes you don't really want the harvest - just when Voldemort was searching carefully, an angry voice suddenly came from the door: "Tom,

Let that boy go!"

(let me)?

Allen is just short of a barrage system at this moment - his spirit of complaining has been completely aroused.

Unfortunately, no.

There were not even other spectators - he was the only one who watched the meeting between the world's most powerful white wizard and the world's most powerful black wizard.

However, what was originally supposed to be a passionate battle episode has now forcibly evolved into a daily comedy episode - after all, Dumbledore's expression when he discovered that the boy he was talking about was not there at all was really too weird.

An old man who was tirelessly seeking resurrection and an old man who was preparing to train a successor discovered that their plans had failed.

When Dumbledore appeared, Voldemort's plan had failed - from now on, he no longer had to yearn for the Sorcerer's Stone. He knew that according to Dumbledore's methods, the Sorcerer's Stone would never exist in the world.

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As for Dumbledore - when Harry didn't show up as planned, the whole plot failed. He originally planned to make this behavior a crucial lesson for Harry's growth.

However, even if the plan failed, he still had something to do.

At the very least, he had to kill Quirrell—at least half-dead.

A wizard in full state is really of great help to Voldemort and creates too many variables. Even if Dumbledore cannot kill Voldemort now, there is still no pressure to reduce him to his weakest state.

Faced with Dumbledore's intimidation, Voldemort's first choice was to turn around and flee - he knew clearly that he could not fight Dumbledore at the moment.

However, just before he was about to leave, Dumbledore took out a small stone.

Even Allen, who had never seen this stone before, immediately understood what it was - this was the magic stone he had been asking for.

Just as he had guessed, the Philosopher's Stone was kept by Dumbledore himself - compared to other institutions, the things on Dumbledore's body were the best kept and the safest.

The greed for the Sorcerer's Stone caused Voldemort to stop his escape and stand firm facing Dumbledore.

At this moment, Quirrell suddenly let out a miserable howl - green flames burned from all parts of his body. As the flames ignited, the magic power fluctuations on his body became stronger and stronger.

"Please, Master—no!"

It had no effect - the back of Quirrell's head became empty.

Then a new face appeared on the face burned by the flames - the color of that face was as dead as chalk, with glowing red eyes, and below it were two slender nostrils like snakes.

At this moment, Voldemort returned by controlling and burning Quirrell's remaining life force.