Both Quirrell and Voldemort fell into deep contemplation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's so strange what is on the ground - who would fill the ground with iron ingots for no reason?

Maybe someone else would do this boring thing, but Dumbledore wouldn't.

The person who knows you best will always be your opponent, and for Voldemort, Dumbledore has been regarded as a lifelong enemy by him for all the years since he was eleven years old and now in his sixties.

So the question arises - in the defense level that Dumbledore didn't know about, was the pile of metal ingots just for the sake of beauty?

Nature is impossible.

Quirrell stood far away beside the pile of iron under Voldemort's guidance, feeling the formation that Dumbledore had laid out.

"Strange, there are no fluctuations in magic - and there is no sign of a trap, what is going on?" - Quirrell's scarf was untied, Voldemort, who thought he was one step away from success, patiently observed the mysterious circle on the ground, Dumbledore was tricked into going to London by his little trick, he had enough time to solve the final puzzle.

In contemplation, time flies.

An hour later, the greatest Dark Lord in the world had finally completed the detection of the circle in front of him after going through various detection methods.

The result was that what was in front of me was not a defensive formation at all, it was really just a dozen metal ingots that were randomly placed there。。。。。。

Voldemort was angry, and deep down he had said countless words to Dumbledore who had deceived him by another way of thinking, but he still had to tell himself to be graceful - after all, there was a faithful servant in front of him, and he couldn't be angry about his ignorance.

So, under Quirrell's astonished gaze, Voldemort took over his body and carefully manipulated the metal ingots on the ground with his wand - a slow and steady movement, as if he were disassembling some unknown explosive.

"My great master, is this all right?"

"It should be no problem - I still underestimated Dumbledore, he left such a sophisticated means to defend against my arrival, but the magic was finally seen through by me. ”

Quirrell was impressed—and then ragged.

Of course, this is not how the turn of events came, and although Voldemort's boasting and exaggeration were a little ashamed of himself, Quirrell was absolutely convinced - after all, the other party was Dumbledore.

So, a classmate named Allen laughed in his dorm room.

Why laugh?

The answer is simple, the system provides him with a perk - the name is Scout Guard.

As the name suggests, this thing is used to put it in the girls' dormitory - what, it is a sharp weapon used to detect the whereabouts of the enemy.

When Eren left, he stepped in - the system provided a weekly scout guard that lasted for a day to watch the rest of the story was well worth it.

What the?

Stop Voldemort?

Why?

After all, at this moment, Allen's love hurts, and he cries in pain - he gave up the magic stone he said, and he didn't even have a mouthful of soup, and Comrade Dumbledore ate too much alone, which caused Alan to feel like he was pierced in the heart at the moment.

So, let's watch the live stream - Voldemort can't make a big mess anyway, so let Dumbledore do it himself.

Of course, this is by no means that Allen's classmates decided to strike because he had no wages, really, Allen dared to swear by his roommate's discipline!!

Voldemort just used all his brain power to not know that his actions were all exposed under the nose of a person at this moment, so Alan was fortunate to enjoy Voldemort's circle dance - he circled the mirror three times left and right, bouncing and jumping three times, and from time to time he also checked the inscription on the mirror or something to find the dark grid that didn't exist at all.

"Strange, where the hell is the thing?"

However, there was no harvest at all - not to mention that the contents were a siebe, and even the fake thing was taken back by Harry as a collectible.

However, as long as you are willing to put in the effort, you will definitely reap the reward, but sometimes you don't really want the harvest - just as Voldemort was looking for it, an angry voice suddenly came from the door: "Tom, let go of that boy!"

(Let me come)?

Alan is just one bullet hell system away at the moment - his soul of complaining has been completely aroused.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

Not even the rest of the audience - he was the only one who watched the meeting between the world's strongest white wizard and the world's strongest dark wizard.

However, what was supposed to be a bloody battle fan has now forcibly evolved into a daily funny fan - after all, Dumbledore's expression when he found out that the boy in his mouth was not there at all was really too 6 points.

An old man who has been tirelessly seeking a resurrection and an old man who is ready to train a successor now find that their plan has failed.

When Dumbledore appeared, Voldemort's plan had failed - from this moment on, he didn't have to aspire to the Philosopher's Stone, he knew that according to Dumbledore's methods, the Philosopher's Stone would never exist in the world.

As for Dumbledore, the whole routine failed when Harry didn't show up as planned, and he had intended it to be a crucial lesson in Harry's growth.

But even if the plan fails, he still has something to do.

At the very least, he'd have to kill Quirrell - at least half dead.

A full-state wizard would be too helpful to Voldemort, and there would be too many variables, and even if Dumbledore couldn't kill Voldemort now, there was no pressure to reduce him to his weakest state.

Voldemort's first choice for Dumbledore's intimidation was to turn around and flee - he knew full well that he couldn't fight Dumbledore at the moment.

However, just before he was about to leave, Dumbledore pulled out a small stone.

Even Allen, who had never seen this stone at all, instantly understood what it was - this was the Philosopher's Stone that he had been asking for.

Just as he had guessed, the Philosopher's Stone was kept by Dumbledore himself - what was on Dumbledore's body was the best and safest of all the mechanisms.

Greed for the Philosopher's Stone caused Voldemort to stop his escape and stand firm in front of Dumbledore.

At this moment, Quirrell suddenly let out a miserable howl—green flames burning from all parts of his body, and as the flames ignited, the magic fluctuations on his body became more and more powerful.

"Please, master—don't!"

It didn't do anything - the back of Quirrell's head was empty.

Then a new face appeared on the face burned by the flames—a face the color of chalk dead, red eyes glowing, and two long nostrils as thin as snakes below.

At this moment, Voldemort had returned by controlling and burning Quirrell's remaining life force.