when harry potter met league of legends

Everyone has had soup.

Some are simple, some are complicated, some only take seven or eight minutes, some take a whole day, some finished products cost less than ten yuan, and some only use materials that cost thousands of yuan -

—But no matter who it is, they have never touched the pot of soup in front of them.

After all, the ingredients in this pot of soup are too precious and too dangerous. Although it is not as precious and powerful as the soup stewed by the monk in Eastern mythology that no one has ever eaten, in terms of cherishing it,

The degree is not far different - after all, this is a pot of stew in which the Dark Lord himself is stewed...

Well, it's freshly baked. Even though I've tried it several times all over the world, it's just the same ingredient. It's cooked at a high temperature. It's definitely not the kind of Eastern monk who feels uncomfortable after walking for a long time and then gets caught by monsters and mixed with bath water. It's stewed over a high fire.

Something that has been around for a long time.

There is just a slight deviation. As the main ingredient of the soup, classmate Tom Riddle can just soak it. What is unscientific but magical is that the more he cooks, the more energetic he becomes, and even completely recovers all his injuries, naked.

It jumped out of the pot.

Oh, it's so annoying...

Unfortunately, Harry had no intention of turning around. He used his wand to directly present fireworks to the birth of the pervert - a light pink beam of light flew out from Harry's wand again and hit Voldemort directly.

Therefore, Allen had no choice but to follow Harry's gaze and look at the eye-catching scene over there.

The pale pink light beam reflected an extremely magnificent light in the air, and its power was as powerful as ever. However, it was still such an attack. At this moment, Voldemort took away Barty Jr.'s wand and summoned a light silver shield.

Blocked it easily.

When the thick beam of light encountered the shield, it was like hitting a bottomless pit, and disappeared without leaving any trace. Voldemort, who was behind the shield, stared at Harry with two scarlet eyes without blinking, and opened his mouth.

It was full of mocking smiles.

"Is that all, Potter?"

Voldemort's voice was extremely soft, but the feeling of contempt could still be clearly felt by Allen even through Harry's field of vision.

"I originally thought you would give me more surprises, um -" Voldemort paused for a moment, and Barty Jr.'s wand pulled out a flower, and a light blue spell struck Harry.

It was so powerful that Harry had to roll over to the side of the stone to avoid the incoming attack. Even so, the aftermath of Voldemort's spell still caused Harry's pink shield to shake violently.

At this time, the second half of Voldemort's sneer and mocking words rang out: "Well, just for our reunion in thirteen years?"

Harry threw out an attack, but it was blocked easily. Voldemort's sneer began, completely ignoring the fact that he had not even put on his robe yet.

"However, I still want to thank you, Potter - although your mother allowed you to escape my pursuit thirteen years ago, today, thirteen years later, your blood has allowed me to gain strength again, isn't it?

Well?" Harry felt that the magic power from the star in his body burned quickly, and began to be consumed at a rate several times faster than before.

A shining ball of light was inspired and hit Voldemort directly - although it was still blocked, the shield made an overwhelming sound.

Voldemort's expression began to twist, becoming more and more like a snake.

"Very well, Potter, you gave me a big surprise. Even if this power was obtained with precious magic items passed down by your family, it still makes me quite satisfied - but now I have something more important.

Things have to be done, so just watch over there obediently. Barty, come here—"

As he spoke, Voldemort kept that mocking smile on his face and threw several powerful spells at Harry.

This forced Harry, who originally planned to rely on bursts to fight, to use all his strength in defense and dodge - compared to his life-saving ability, Harry was terribly lacking in attack spells, and Allen couldn't find any large-scale attacks at all.

Destructive spells, and Harry, although Sirius took him to the Black family's library, there was no way to share those spells with Allen to learn them - pure bloods are very strict about guarding their treasures, and they are very strict with outsiders.

Sharing is simply impossible.

The succession of spells forced Harry to rely on protection skills and agility to dodge, while Voldemort, on the other hand, looked at little Barty with a smile on his face as he walked over with an extremely respectful expression.

"Put your arms up, Barty, we need to call our families."

"But, Master, they are all traitors who betrayed you at the most dangerous time!" Little Barty raised his head with a rare force, his tone full of confusion - except for those imprisoned in Azkaban, the rest

Everyone in his eyes is a traitor, just by looking at him turning Malfoy into a ferret without any pressure and threatening Malfoy's father, you can see his attitude towards those traitors.

"That's not the case, Barty," Voldemort said with a rare sign of patience - the three Death Eaters at the moment were his most loyal team members, and they deserved preferential treatment at this time.

However, his tone suddenly changed after that, and the pale fingers that were originally stretched out quickly retracted, "Damn it! Something went wrong in the ceremony!"

Just when Voldemort was making a sound, starting from his pale and thin hand, cracks with blood that could be seen slowly extended from the tips of the fingers, and then quickly stretched upwards. It didn't take long for the cracks to appear.

It has spread all over the body, and traces of blood slowly walk out from the cracks all over the body, slowly but steadily, gradually weaving a bloody web.

As the blood oozed out, the power of the spell that had been holding Harry down quickly weakened, allowing Harry to no longer run around trying to hide, but could even carry out effective attacks.

Chaotic spells were issued from Harry's hand, gradually attacking Voldemort and the three Death Eaters. While Voldemort gradually lost his fighting power, the remaining three Death Eaters were unable to resist Harry's outburst.

difficult.

"Let's leave. Let's come back when I have completely repaired the ritual!" Voldemort blocked a wave of powerful attacks with force, pulled the three Death Eaters, looked at Harry with hatred, and then directly

Apparated away.

left...

Allen was confused at the moment. He hadn't determined the location yet, and was still waiting for quick support!

At this moment, Professor Snape stumbled in and said, "Found it, the target point of the portkey is Azkaban!"

In response, Allen silently raised his head and chuckled softly... (To be continued)