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Even if Dumbledore's strength is higher than Voldemort's at the moment, he is still suppressed by Voldemort - after all, Tom's classmate really relies on his life to fight him, although it is Quirrell's life.

What could Dumbledore do?

After all, Voldemort is willful, and he doesn't have any worries, so he fights, but what about Dumbledore?

Harry had only just entered the school, and he had not received any education that he should have received, and Dumbledore himself had not found a sure way to kill Voldemort, so he could not have fought Tom with his life.

Therefore, at the next moment of Voldemort's incarnation attack, Tom's classmate who appeared again clutched his chest and laughed - at his chest, his clothes had been torn, and his flesh and blood had been roasted into a charcoal-like existence by the magic that had just been attacked by Dumbledore, and the whole person was almost half-cooked.

However, he still won—even if Dumbledore was unscathed, but the viper next to Voldemort was holding the magical stone, the Philosopher's Stone, in its mouth.

"Dumbledore-I won in the end, wait, I'll be back-"

Voldemort's words were not finished, because at this moment something happened that made Allen's heart ache while watching the live broadcast.

The Philosopher's Stone exploded with a thud the moment Voldemort took it from the snake's mouth.

Huge magical power was unleashed from the exploding Philosopher's Stone, wantonly destroying everything in its vicinity - the nearest few incomparably hard metal ingots were as fragile as tofu in such a powerful storm of magic, and they turned into powder in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort was willful, but Dumbledore was a higher level of rich willfulness, and he did not hesitate to lay the most expensive trap in the world in order to calculate Tom.

In the end, money won, and at the center of the explosion, Voldemort lost even the ability to speak, and he stared at Dumbledore with hatred, burning the last vestiges of Quirrell's body and escaping into a gust of wind.

Dumbledore didn't try to chase - Voldemort in this situation couldn't be killed, he had lost so much that he didn't have a bit of a burden to do.

Similarly, Allen, who had been watching, had no intention of making a move, Voldemort in this state could not be stopped at all, even if he stopped the lantern that estimated that Hammerstone, it would not be able to do anything to this guy with such tenacious vitality - after all, his name was Voldemort.

So, is Eren okay to do?

No - there still are.

He can clean up the battlefield.

Immediately after the fight, Dumbledore left the battlefield in a state of despair after discovering that the jewel in the mirror was missing, apparently wondering what had gone wrong with his plans.

Therefore, Dumbledore did not observe one thing, and this incident made Allen's eyes look straight at the live broadcast.

In the aftermath of the battle just now, although the explosion of the Philosopher's Stone destroyed dozens of metal ingots, this magical stone still came back to light at the end of its life - in Allen's vision, a metal ingot in the corner was not destroyed the moment the Philosopher's Stone exploded, but was coated with a layer of shining golden luster - it was Garon's light.

Now the question arises - does Alan dare to pick it up?

Hey, Alan, you're back, it's late at night, and the classmates are asleep, so it's a little bit of morality, okay!!

Neatly packed, Alan left the break room at a much faster pace than usual for class, and headed straight for the trapdoor.

At the moment when the door opened, the three-headed Lu Wei began to bare his teeth, its sleep quality was very poor today, it woke up and slept many times, and now it finally came to a non-singing one, and it was ready to give the intruder in front of him a hard bit.

It's a pity that it wasn't Alan who came in at this moment, but Alan who was in the Musou mode - Allen, who was wearing Morgana's shield and the shield of the Female Woman, was pushed aside before he could start the attack, and then the trapdoor was kicked open by Allen, and before Luwei could recover from the impact just now, Allen had already jumped down with a leap of faith.

Under the command of Allen, the devil net formed a large elastic giant net to catch Allen from mid-air, but Allen didn't wait for the devil net to catch him, and directly pressed his hand into the net-like vines, and a tumbling fell directly to the ground.

The next level is a flying key, but it is useless - under the forcible command of Allen, the devil's net grows rapidly with the support of his magic power, and directly pours into the room, turning into a huge net that directly captures all the keys.

Alan quickly picked out the one he had just used in the afternoon from the key, and then stuffed it straight into the keyhole, and passed the level.

After a few steps forward, Alan quickly arrived at Professor McGonagall's chessboard, but before the chess pieces on the opposite side could react quickly, Alan turned into a pool of blood, and directly drove a ghost step in the chess pieces that could not find the target and wandered in front of the king.

What can the chess pieces do? After all, the opposite side is hanging!!

Allen, who left the level quickly, quickly opened the next door, and the troll who had just woken up in a coma looked at Allen, then at himself, and then chose to fall down and pretend to be dead。。。。。。

Under normal circumstances, Alan might have kicked it to show his displeasure, but now he obviously didn't have the time - everyone was so busy, and the reckoning was over.

Professor Quirrell's Level - Pass !!

The next level was Professor Snape's Potions class - but no one was going to listen to it today, and with the wave of Alan's wand, the magical yellow sand fell on the flames before it could condense into the shape of a soldier, and then quickly extinguished the burning flames.

Allen, who stepped on the yellow sand, walked into the final level in a few steps, and the traces of Dumbledore's battle with Voldemort had not yet dissipated.

It's a pity that he didn't care about such a battlefield where two of the greatest wizards of the time came, and he obviously paid more attention to the metal ingot on the ground than to the battlefield.

The texture is very soft, the color is pure, and it weighs at least 50 kilograms when held in both hands.

Wait, the quality is wrong!

Alan hurriedly took out the short sword from his body and threw away the metal ingot directly - sure enough, with a parallel merchant, the Philosopher's Stone converted the outermost gold!

。。。。。。

The end result was only about 800 Galleons worth of gold, a fortune of no more than a small amount.

Despite the gains, the sullen breath in Alan's chest still couldn't be held back, and after making sure that there was no fish that slipped through the net, Alan angrily scolded at the mirror - "Dumbledore, you number one loser in history!"

However, just as Alan finished saying this, a gentle voice suddenly sounded: "I agree with you too, Mr. Allen. ”