when harry potter met league of legends

Internal strife is obviously impossible - although the fox, who has successfully broken through the boundaries, would like to use his increased strength to teach Allen a lesson, now is obviously not the time.

Since those salty fish have been lying in the grave for so long, pretending to be dead and not wanting to come out, Allen and the others must go back and dig out these salty fishes again - you are neither mummies nor rice dumplings, why are you hiding underground?

Of course, while uncovering them, it is also right to recover the treasures that should have been yours in a righteous manner. After all, they are a family.

After finishing breakfast with the firewood that Allen had picked up, the two men repaired a little and started to set off.

Although I don’t know what the other party is doing by hiding inside and not coming out, there is no doubt that the sooner you set off, the better. The more precious magic items you save will be consumed or damaged - the last one took that

The person who ate the thing was right in front of Allen.

First time alive, second time familiar. Although Allen left in a hurry last time, he still easily led the fox back to the road they left, and briefly explained the person he still didn't know he met that day.

After hearing the old man's name, he walked along the passage and returned to the door of the main tomb.

The solid stone wall firmly blocks the entrance door, with no intention of loosening it - unless the other party digs a hole and crawls out like a mouse, everyone on the other party should be inside at the moment.

Although the possibility of the other party breaking out of the door or waiting behind the door was low at this moment, the two of them still prepared for the battle in advance. Then Allen waved his wand, and the originally strong stone wall began to dissipate, and finally collapsed completely.

The previously sealed hole was revealed.

There was no attack - there was a dead silence in the passage, as if this was a cemetery.

Allen took a few steps forward, raised his hand and scattered a handful of seeds. As soon as these seeds fell to the ground, they grew rapidly under the stimulation of magic, forming a green field.

"Be prepared - I don't want to be blocked by others." Allen turned to talk to the fox while casting a disguise spell towards the fox, but was blocked by a bead that suddenly appeared -

It looks quite familiar, the one the fox ate last night.

Allen spread his hands, and after taking a few steps, his whole person faded, and then disappeared - of course being invisible is the way to go for a sinister person!

"Hey! Allen, why is your phantom skill like you have no ink? And how can I keep up with you like this?" The fox complained to himself after releasing the phantom skill, which almost made Allen stupid.

Angry, Allen went around and slapped her hard on the head - he wouldn't say that he was so used to acting alone that he suddenly forgot about the existence of such a teammate.

"Ah! How did you see me?" The pained fox cried out in a low voice, which made Allen have the urge to throw her down and walk away - did he really beat someone stupid? He was fine yesterday

Why is your IQ today like that of a student who has not graduated? It’s your first day in the magic world, and you’re asking questions about everything!

Not bothering to explain that Valor had real vision and that he could share its vision, Allen grabbed the fox's hand and pulled it straight towards the shrine - what are you doing, the day lilies are already cold by the time the explanation is finished!

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It is desolate and silent. Due to Allen's last visit, most of the well-preserved specimens here were turned into fly ash. As a result, Allen and the others walked along a dead land, as if the land had lost its vitality.

Therefore, it was quite normal for some special road signs to appear on the road, attracting their attention.

It's a coincidence that they are acquaintances.

Three vs fifteen, let's call them warriors. Unfortunately, before the winner was decided, both sides stood upright here, like sculptures.

Judging from the potholes on the ground bombarded by magic spells, the battle was obviously extremely fierce, but the winner was not determined before the two sides came to an ace, which made Allen very curious - although he did not know the strength of the other side.

, but the three passers-by A, B, and C who were traveling with them (their names were so long and smelly that Allen couldn’t be bothered to remember them) were obviously not mediocre people.

Allen, who was wearing a shield, naturally didn't worry about any curses. He directly checked his original teammates - there was no breath of life at all. They were not sealed, but completely dead.

Not even a little attachment.

The death time is the same - it can be understood as instant kill.

Eighteen wizards, three of whom were top-notch masters, died like this without even using their ability to save their lives?

What kind of international joke are you kidding! Even if Dumbledore were to take action himself, this combination would be able to block it for a long time. Instant kill? Who on earth has this confidence?

The two of them were in a rare state of deep thought together.

Instant kill, or killing eighteen wizards at the same time. If Allen could bear this magic alone, he would be able to survive without leaving a last word. He could not escape. If it were Dumbledore, he would probably escape with serious injuries and die - etc.

! Allen suddenly thought, it seems that there is something that can really do this. Voldemort, even Dumbledore, who is so sinister, can determine the date of death.

He quickly opened the pockets of the three wizards - and sure enough, there was nothing he wanted to see.

Upon closer inspection, there are three groups of powder on the ground that are the same color as the ground. If Allen hadn't deliberately searched for them, he probably wouldn't have found them.

If Allen guessed correctly, these are the remains of the three magic props. Only in this way can we explain why so many wizards died here in an instant - so Allen's first reaction at this moment was to pull

The fox ran frantically towards the exit.

As Shibi was summoned again, the fox classmate was resisted again for no apparent reason. Without any struggle, Allen led him away again.

Allen didn't stop until he ran out of the tomb, and without even taking a breath, he dug into his pockets. Then, the next moment, he directly sealed his harvest with layers of magic, and then put it in a bag.

He threw it away from a distance, like throwing a stone, without any concern for the high price of these things.

Wait, he seems to have forgotten something - this stupid fox ate the food directly!

Before the fox could ask questions, a series of magic broke through her defense, and then a purple magic shield was wrapped around her body.

"Huh?" Fox couldn't understand. What was he doing?

"How much have you absorbed from that bead?"

"All of them - how can it be possible to break through the bloodline restriction without complete absorption?" Ellen was given a look of "Are you stupid?" However, the fox soon thought of the problem - she was not stupid.

"Is it awake?"

"Yes, there is no doubt about it." Allen spread his hands, but he was not depressed at all. The finished product was gone, and the raw materials were also very valuable. (To be continued)