when harry potter met league of legends

The remaining Crabbe - or in other words, another Voldemort, is still in the process of transformation at this moment.

Is it considered a trophy? But the fight still has to continue?

Allen was not easy to stimulate casually. It would not be a joke if it exploded, especially since Dumbledore had just arrived. As a student, it would be too much to welcome him with fireworks like this.

Of course, it is necessary to seal the space or something - Allen's raised wand stopped in mid-air, because he could not feel the presence of anyone at all, and if it was still changing at this moment, it would be a fake to fool people.

The presence...

At this moment, Allen wanted to roll his eyes at his principal, but he still held it back.

He just said, Voldemort and so on, it seems that he is not an easy delivery person, how could he escape and leave behind the soul fragments that he had tried so hard to protect?

Soul fragments are not leeks. They can grow again after being cut. For such a precious existence, even if it is risky to activate, it is estimated that Voldemort himself will not throw it away.

Forget it - just think of watching Tom's classmate fight dog against dog. Although it can't be broadcast live or anything, Allen is quite sure about the fight.

Thinking of this, Allen looked at Dumbledore, who was looking at the entire venue with a surprised expression: "Good evening, principal, I'm very happy to see you."

——

On the other side, in a jungle.

Voldemort's bloodless face was full of reluctance, but he was unwilling to give up. The wand in his hand did not stop at all. Countless ancient magic words were carved out of thin air, and then imprinted on Crabbe's body, which had already begun.

The transformed Crabbe quickly returned to his original appearance amidst the screams. Voldemort had no intention of creating his own puppets at this time when his own strength was not stable - this problem was not something he was thinking about himself, the piece of soul probably had it too.

Same plan.

After dealing with all this, Voldemort leaned against a tree and sat down limply - the injuries caused by Dumbledore's attack had not yet healed, and he used all his strength to fight against the little kid who had thrown himself into the trap.

The wizard had fought so hard that his strength at the moment was almost reduced to the extreme, and he could no longer even maintain a majestic state in front of others.

Fortunately, there is no need to maintain dignity for the remaining newcomers - Death Eaters with their own consciousness are at risk of rebellion, but those controlled by the Imperius Curse will not.

A bottle of foul-smelling potion was opened, but Voldemort's expression did not change at all and he swallowed the potion as if drinking water.

"Who is that little wizard? What is his relationship with Dumbledore? Where has Dumbledore made arrangements over the years? Is it a complete lie that little Barty came to join me? Wormtail should be damned.

Where is my mouse? Did he betray me too?"

Countless problems emerged, but they were not solved at all - those suspected were dead, and Dumbledore's threat was really right in front of him.

This made Voldemort lose confidence in his next actions for the first time. The successive blows were too great, and the shortcomings of him leaving the magical world for too long suddenly burst out at this moment. His body was on the verge of collapse, and he didn't even know he had lost it.

Whether he is a loyal servant or not, Dumbledore in the outside world doesn't know where there will be a trap waiting for him to fall into, but by chance Dumbledore has received a powerful helper...

"Sure enough, Dumbledore said he was unwilling, but tried those forbidden powers -" Voldemort gasped and drank another potion for himself.

"Ted! Go bring the book!"

After thinking again, Voldemort shouted in a cold voice - even if there was no one with independent consciousness, he still maintained his usual inviolability.

Now, the only thing left is to use the content in that book. If a feasible method is found, a completely controlled self will be much easier to use than any wizard. With the help of another controlled self,

Recovery from injuries will not be as difficult as it is now.

"Master—your injury?"

"Shut up! Bring the book here before I punish you!"

The order was well executed, and the dark book, which seemed to bring misfortune at a glance, was taken out of the bag, and then held up by Ted's hands and placed respectfully in front of his eyes.

With a flick of the finger, the book began to flip through pages quickly, as if an invisible hand was constantly checking it.

After a while, Voldemort finally raised his head from the book and stood up with a bit of dejection - he didn't have time to wait now, even though he looked worse than tempting Quirrell to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.

Better, not like last time when there was only a trace of soul left, but at that time Dumbledore was too lax compared to now.

"Idiot, prepare the materials - we still have a lot to do!"

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dawn.

Ted and Voldemort had been busy all night.

A large piece of open space has been sorted out, and all kinds of extremely precious potions were ground into powder, then stirred into a paste-like existence by the potions, and Ted patiently brushed them onto the ground little by little.

It is temporary magic - to be precise, it is something like a magic circle that is rarely taught to normal wizards. Compared with the simple and easy-to-use short spell magic, this kind of magic that takes a lot of time and generally acts on buildings is no longer in the wizarding world.

His status is shockingly low.

As for Crabbe, he was bound by ancient magic words, and then his whole person was placed in the center of the magic circle.

Although Voldemort himself has considerable distrust of this magic, and even plans to use the lives of Muggles as an experiment before starting to take action, but now it is obvious that there is not so much time for him - Voldemort even doubts that he will do it.

That little shop had already been plotted by Dumbledore, otherwise why would his most elite Death Eaters be wiped out by that boy?

"Don't be so stupid! Idiot, what you should do is stay outside!"

The sky is gradually getting brighter - it is the best time mentioned in the book.

Even Voldemort himself was not sure whether he should complete this experiment without any warning.

The wand touched the ground, and the paste previously made with magic potion and expensive herbs was lit almost instantly. It emitted a green light and quickly burned the entire magic circle, forming a green flame.

Magic circle.

...

Everything went smoothly. After a series of magic, all that was left was to subdue the awakened self and successfully release the Imperius Curse.

Voldemort's face showed a bit of joy - waving his wand, he even planned to forget about the other party in order to better control him.

However, just when he was about to take action, a wand pressed firmly against his back. With a sharp pain, Voldemort suddenly felt that his soul began to shake - damn, that guy was a traitor too!

(To be continued)