when harry potter met league of legends

Despite the thick defense, the most impatient leading wizard opened the door of the shrine half excitedly and half nervously after checking several times that there were no traps.

That's right, it's pulled open - because compared to the magic waves that are emitted all the time, this shrine is shabby and even a little pitiful. It is made of wood, which is not the best wood. As for the decoration, it is even more shabby.

It is extremely crude, and if you put it to the outside world, it would easily give people the impression that the incense here would never be that good.

However, let alone the intimidating huge magic power on it, the fact that it is the only building in this area that has not been turned into dust over a long period of time makes no one present can underestimate it.

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As for what was behind the door, everyone began to speculate as they marched. This was normal, because this would be the harvest of their archaeological undertaking.

Maybe the legendary wizard became a god in the flesh, and various magic props and wands from his lifetime were enshrined around him.

It may be that a huge coffin was placed on the altar, and thirty-six boys and girls were made into puppets and worshiped below.

...

In short, the possibilities are infinite, but everyone present did not expect one thing - that is, the moment they opened the door, an old man with a white beard and white hair appeared - what's more terrible is that he is alive

of!

That's right, a possibility that no one had considered before - digging a grave and meeting the tomb owner.

At this time, according to common sense, if Allen and the others apologize and obtain the master's forgiveness, they may be able to slightly reduce their sentence in Azkaban for a few years. As for the fox and the others, Allen has no research on the laws of the Japanese magic world.

However, maybe he can die peacefully when he is sentenced to death?

Of course, this kind of operation will never happen - because several people are ready to fight.

At this time, it is obviously impossible to expect the owner of the tomb to suddenly choose to forgive them. Think about it for a moment. You are sleeping well in the tomb and suddenly someone breaks in. You are still a top-notch wizard - what would you do?

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Of course I choose to kill him!

Considering that the other party would make such a choice, it was normal for the five intruders to directly take out their wands - but before they started attacking, the old man in tattered wizard robes spoke directly.

"Don't be impulsive! Children, this is not a place suitable for fighting!"

It's a pity that when I said this, Allen and the others had already launched their tentative attacks - the saying "strike first" is true most of the time.

Each of the five powerful spells was powerful enough to send an adult wizard to see Merlin. However, when the five spells were flying in the air, the old man waved his arm slightly - the flying

The witchcraft spell disappeared the moment he waved his arm, as if it had never existed at all.

"Ahem." The coughing sound was like a bellows twitching, and the old man's slightly hoarse voice continued to sound after the gasp: "Don't be ridiculous, children, now is not the time to fight, we have more important tasks."

His words made Allen and the others stop their plan to continue attacking. Although Allen was very curious about whether the old man could block his full attack, it was obviously not suitable to fight anymore. After all, the other party had expressed

In order to gain goodwill, and in this situation where there is not much conflict between the two parties, it is the best choice to learn some necessary information from the person in the grave.

Obviously, other people thought the same way, so the two parties temporarily reached a consensus.

Since he was not fighting, Allen naturally began to look at this small shrine - it would be useful for fighting or running if the talks broke down.

The interior decoration of the shrine is as bad as the outside. There is nothing praiseworthy except cleanliness and tidiness. Of course, this has to exclude the huge heavy sword on the ground and the seemingly worthless magic props randomly discarded on the wooden shelf.

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These things are not eye-catching, but at least half of the attention of all the wizards present is on them - because not only do they not emit the slightest magic wave, they are even slightly absorbing the magic power from the outside world.

Every magic prop with such properties is a brain-scratching experience for outsiders. This means that they are magic props that can be passed down forever, instead of being crudely made and losing their effect after being used for a while.

Something like an invisibility cloak.

If it weren't for the existence of the old man, I'm afraid they would have chosen to pounce on him immediately.

Well, even Allen was no exception - because the system went crazy and began to mark the sword desperately.

Unfortunately, it seems that this thing has an owner, and that owner is not weak.

He even ignored the peeping glances of a few people at his treasure. After another period of heavy breathing, he held on to the heavy sword stuck close to his side and said:

"Although the matter is urgent, I still have time to tell you the ins and outs. I have suppressed it for so many years, so this little time is nothing."

"In comparison, you all know quite a bit about who I am -" His eyes scanned the crowd, and none of the very thick-skinned people felt embarrassed.

"Back then, when this variant of the magical creature was at its most ferocious, I don't know how many wizards died at its hands. At that time, I tried every means to put it to sleep with magic potions, and then pulled out its tail.

Bones made this heavy sword and firmly fixed it here."

【Fixed?】A few people were a little surprised.

"That's right - fixed. Even if I use spells and swords to cut off its head and destroy its body, this mutated magical creature is still not dead. All I can do is seal it with magic, and here,

It’s my grave and its grave.”

"The funny thing is, I thought that the seal was permanent - I even extracted this magic power to build this kingdom of God that I thought I was proud of at the time. Here, I extracted his magic power and built a virtual kingdom.

The sunshine, and then moved the town that was dedicated to me at that time - here, there is no disease, no disaster, they can work from sunrise to sunset. Compared with the disputes in the outside world, I think this is what I can give

Their best protection."

"However, water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. I underestimated this guy - while I was extracting my magic power, it was also eroding my seal, and then it quietly killed me while I was studying a magic.

All my believers took advantage of the period when I was confused and destroyed more than half of the seals. Now I am confronting it, but it has the upper hand. If it is not reinforced to suppress it, then

, within hundreds or even decades, it will break the seal and be reborn."

"So, children, please help me, go down and strengthen the seal. As a reward, each of you can go out with a magic item." The old man finally ended his story and pointed with his arm while coughing.

Those magical props that attract everyone’s attention.

As he waved his arms, the wall behind collapsed, revealing a downward stone path.

"This is sealed magic, you just need to follow it." He directed a piece of silk slippery hand to fly over, with a formation drawn on it using the oldest magic script.

Several people nodded, strengthened their magic on the wall to prevent the back road from being blocked, and then walked in together.

"According to the seals on the map, there were five seals just now - how about one of us?" the wizard who led the team suggested with a smile.

This proposal to disperse forces was agreed without any objection.

The five people walked towards their respective forks - and then, a feather fell from Allen's body.

Valor shouted dissatisfiedly at Allen a few times. It was quite dissatisfied with him being held back for so long.

"Stop it, good boy, and keep an eye on the leader." Allen took out a bag of dog food, and Valor swallowed a few, then made himself invisible and flew away with fluttering wings.

Very good, with Hua Luo here, he feels relieved.

Allen turned directly to the direction he came from and walked slowly, scattering various seeds as he walked.

Finally, he returned to the hall.

"What's wrong? Kid, do you have any questions or questions?"

Allen had a rather aggrieved and embarrassed look on his face, and it took him a while to speak: "Sir, can you give me a map? I got lost in there. If I hadn't relied on the road signs that were laid out when I came here, I would have lost my way.

I almost didn’t come out!”

...

This return immediately frightened the other party.

This was the most unreliable and unreasonable request he had ever heard since he was born, but it happened to be such a reasonable request.

A wizard who could be drawn in by several other old monsters—is actually lost!

This matter would be a huge gossip if it were put there, but at the moment, the old man couldn't laugh - after all, he was still waiting for the other party to seal it.

So, he placed several magic barriers close to his body and motioned for Allen to step up.

"look--"

The map he drew with his hand pointing at the silk did not draw the first drawing, but was interrupted by the sound of a rock falling apart. Then, a heavy sword stabbed directly at him, forcing him to leave from where he was.

, driven by the sword wind, the tatami on the ground was directly split apart, revealing a huge crystal coffin embedded in the ground - the heavy sword that Allen picked up was originally inserted under the human feet in the coffin.

Sure enough - this is a fake.

He just said, whether the water can carry a boat, capsize it, race, etc., it is obviously not what the owner of the tomb should say. Can you hide it from him by writing on silk?

Holding the epee in his hand, Allen felt the system's need for it - unfortunately, it was obviously not the time now.

So, Mr. Xibei, please go and die.