when harry potter met league of legends

For Voldemort, the person he loves most is always himself.

To him, almost all servants are just tools that can be used - so, when faced with danger, he did not hesitate to choose to use Quirrell's life to strengthen himself.

Although it may be a pity to lose such an obedient slave, if the Philosopher's Stone is snatched from Dumbledore's hand, then the slave's greatest role will be reflected, and naturally there is no such thing as a pity.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, the green flames burning on Voldemort's body fell to the ground one by one and scattered. Not only did the dark flames not wither because of the fall, but instead bloomed the flower of life - every

As soon as the flames jumped, a hissing little snake was born from the flames, and then dived its body into the shadows.

Both Tom Riddle and Dumbledore knew one thing clearly - their time was limited.

Although Dumbledore couldn't keep the humble Voldemort who could survive in almost any way, what he had to do was to parasitize Quirrell within a limited time - that is, before Voldemort completely gave up on the Sorcerer's Stone and escaped.

Killed.

What Voldemort has to do is to grab the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore before his potential is exhausted - this is not easy, but this is the closest he gets to a perfect resurrection.

The Horcrux only means that others cannot kill him, but the Philosopher's Stone means the most perfect state, eternal life!

Therefore, the two of them hit it off right away.

Allen who was watching was frightened by this battle - compared to the previously cursed Voldemort's split soul, maybe the one who possessed Quirrell was a bit weaker in magic than the split soul, but just

In terms of combat effectiveness, the real Voldemort at this moment completely tortured that brainless soul.

His manipulation of magic has even reached the level of art.

Every time the wand danced, several small snakes crawled out of the shadows, condensed into streaks of magic on the ground or in mid-air, and attacked Dumbledore directly.

These little snakes born from the flames can freely carry out various combinations - ropes made of flames, dark purple chains, big snakes that attack from unknown angles, and even snakes that are suddenly set off from under their feet.

Fiery.

This is not an effect caused by pure magic - to be precise, even if Voldemort is perfectly resurrected, the magic he releases may be more powerful, but it will definitely not be so weird.

The reason is simple - each of these little snakes has been filled with the vitality from Quirrell, which is another form of magic that uses life to make sacrifices - however, let Voldemort himself sacrifice his life to release it.

If so, it is simply impossible to happen.

Under such a strange attack, it would be useless to switch to an ordinary mage or even an Auror-like existence.

Unfortunately, Voldemort was not facing an ordinary person, but a man named Dumbledore - his lifelong enemy.

No matter how weird these magics are, they all stopped in front of Dumbledore's shield - even if these magics made the shield jingle, but at present, these things are far from enough to break through Dumbledore's shield.

defense.

"Tom, I'm glad to see you again - but it seems very regrettable that you don't seem to understand your mistake." There was a hint of regret in Dumbledore's voice, as if he was a professor criticizing his own students.

This attitude angered Voldemort, and he waved his wand so hard that Alan thought he was going to swing his arm down.

A ray of silver light shot out from Voldemort's wand, and it was so fast that it even brought out sparks in the air. This powerful magic flew in front of Dumbledore almost in the blink of an eye, until it was broken one after another.

Dumbledore's shield released three times in a row before it slowed down.

"Stop being hypocritical, Dumbledore! I've had enough of your tricks for a long time!" Quirrell let out a hoarse cry, and with the use of a powerful fire magic, Voldemort continued: "You simply

Dumbledore who can't kill me! You are old, but I am still young! You will eventually be too old to lift the wand - and then you will be buried under the soil with your outdated thoughts, and finally rot together!!!

"

What struck him back was a spell that was deflected by a large margin. The failure of this spell was immediately greeted by Voldemort's ridicule.

"Oh, Dumbledore - can you only say harsh words now? Your attack spells can miss even at such a close distance?"

However, Voldemort soon stopped laughing - the spell just now broke a mirror that was originally standing in the room, and now, the fragments of the mirror were broken on the floor and turned into pieces under Dumbledore's spell.

He made a ribbon made of glass shards, and then wrapped it tightly around Voldemort's shield.

The moment the whole ribbon was tied up, the image of Voldemort suddenly appearing in his mind that he controlled the wizarding world and established the entire wizarding system above the Muggles - even if this mirror was broken, it still had him.

Miraculous skills.

At the moment when Voldemort was distracted by the scene in front of him, the shield on his body was immediately crushed by the ribbon, and then, the ribbon began to be tied to various parts of Voldemort's body like a snake.

"Pa" - with a soft sound, Voldemort, who was about to be restrained, suddenly transformed into a ball of green flames, and then passed straight through the gap in the chains.

The flame that escaped from birth turned into Voldemort's body again not far away - but judging from the fact that the green flame on his body was one layer shorter, this was obviously not an escape skill that could be released easily.

"Huh." Voldemort gasped, the wand in his hand was raised again not to be outdone, and then the silver shield on his body lit up again.

"Is that the only way, Dumbledore?" The shield gave Voldemort a high degree of confidence, but what he responded to was the fire whip waved from Dumbledore's wand.

In a burst of air, the long whip struck Voldemort's shield, making a crisp impact, and then set off a sea of ​​​​fire at Voldemort's feet.

In response to this, Voldemort's response was that the green flames on his body dimmed again - as the green flames fell, the original blazing flames on the ground seemed to be swallowed up by another kind of flame that dripped down like drops of sweat.

It was quickly extinguished - at the same time, more snakes crawled out of the flames on the ground and hid in the shadows.

"You can't kill me, Dumbledore!" Voldemort shouted, and the flames on the ground flew up fiercely, turning into pieces of green feathers in the air, and shot straight at Dumbledore.

As for Voldemort himself - the moment the feather flew out, he had already lost track.