when harry potter met league of legends

If there was a regret medicine in the world, Allen would not be stingy at all with his already almost bottomed out wallet - unfortunately, there is no such thing.

The benefit of going to class may have been there originally, but after their Quidditch team defeated Ilvermorny's team, this benefit disappeared.

The professors are Ilvermorny professors first, and then they talk about other things. Although they will not throw away their last face and directly embarrass Alan, they will not give a good look to them - as for the students?

Sorry - they are just a group of guys who have just reached the second grade of middle school. It seems a bit unreasonable to expect them to know one thing on the surface and another on the other. Their age is just the time when they can express their likes and dislikes most directly - so

Allen felt like he was on pins and needles at the moment.

If looks could kill, he would probably have been Ling Chi at this moment.

The only thing that made him happy was that Annie went to the library alone in the afternoon because she was fascinated by the fairy tale book that coaxed children. She did not come over to suffer this embarrassing situation with him.

Although the professor was speaking very carefully at the moment, Allen felt that he could not listen to even a single word in this environment. If it were not for the most basic politeness, he would have turned around and left the classroom long ago.

Unfortunately, just such a moment of hesitation brought him trouble.

School bullying has been going on since before the word was coined - the vulnerable groups being bullied are often the kids who appear to be the least social.

At this moment, Allen simply meets this standard. After the professor left, the huge classroom was filled with fourth-year students from Ilvermorny except for him. What happened was that Allen made such a move in front of everyone yesterday.

Insolent behavior.

His behavior was no different from a chicken giving New Year greetings to a weasel - this behavior was comparable to asking a cat to guard the fish stall and Erha to guard the barbecue, and soon gained unanimous support from the wizards of Ilvermorny.

They happily formed a semicircle and blocked Allen - probably even they themselves never thought that one day the two hostile colleges among them would unite under such circumstances.

The leading young wizard stared at Allen, who was half a head shorter than him, with a wicked smile - Allen had nothing to do about it, even though he was young - and a pair of eyes glanced at the parts of Allen's body.

Allen personally guessed that these guys were probably eyeing at least his raised finger - but after considering that a broken bone was not considered a serious injury in the magic world, he decisively believed that these guys were probably going to break at least one of his fingers.

He would be happy only if he had a hand - because he thought about it from his perspective and found that even his opponent's hand would probably be broken off.

Therefore, just before the wizard was about to deliver one or two powerful lines, Allen quickly responded to what he might say with practical actions.

As for Allen's miscalculation - it doesn't matter, the results will be similar anyway.

Those people who gathered in a semi-circle probably didn't mean to wish him a Merry Christmas in advance, so why did he have to listen to these guys for so long?

Although it is said that the villain dies because he talks too much - but he doesn't even have the intention to listen to the villain's words, okay?

He had already wasted an entire class, and at this moment he should be on his way to the library, not listening to a group of second graders saying cruel things they didn't quite understand.

Therefore, the wizard of Ilvermorny, whose name he did not even mention, after a whole lesson of calculations, people coming, and passing notes, did not even have time to say a carefully prepared speech.

, Alan grabbed him and bumped into another little wizard, causing him to faint.

The whole battle was not fiery at all, and there was no igniting passion at all - it only took Allen less than half a minute to deal with the group of wizards.

I don’t know where these stupid kids learned to fight - they are wizards, not Muggles!

No matter how confident you are, facing an unknown wizard, it is necessary to hold the wand tightly!

What does it mean to form a half circle and block people like Muggles? Do you need to get another crazy hairstyle and dye your hair colorfully?

The walls of other people's homes are made of copper and iron, and the wind can't blow or the water can splash in. What does it mean for them to stand together with a bunch of bean sprouts?

When it comes to melee combat, Allen can proudly say - I'm not bragging, every wizard here, including Dumbledore, is rubbish at melee combat!

Of course, there is no point in pretending - who is a wizard engaging in close combat? Is he afraid that his fragile body will make him unhappy?

It's a pity that the answer chosen by these scumbags is that I represent the melee wizard - so Alan naturally fried these bean sprouts into bean sprouts, without even using magic, and simply relying on his fists to complete the work.

After finishing the slapstick, Allen left the classroom with his bones loosened - however, someone he didn't expect appeared in front of him.

This person just disappeared from his eyes not long ago - to be precise, five minutes ago - yes, he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher of this course.

At this moment, the professor's livid face reminded him of the bottom of the pot that had been used for magical cooking in the Hufflepuff common room for a long time.

This made him tighten the wand in his hand - he had to guard against it.

Although Allen was acting in self-defense, no matter what, the students who beat down a group of teachers in front of their teachers would come back with the mentality of being retaliated against.

Ilvermorny is not the unlucky and cursed Hogwarts, and their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is not a consumable. In other words, the students in front of him are probably the ones he has personally taught for four years.

After four years of work, even a stone can be warmed!

Moreover, in addition to this, he also had another unfavorable consideration for Allen - a group of students he had brought out for four years could not beat a second-year student from Hogwarts!

Are you kidding? How did you become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Did you teach the students embroidery during class? Why are they all so shy? No, your ability is too poor and you cannot meet our requirements.

You'd better leave the group - from the group leader, Headmaster of Ilvermorny, Charles.

Just when Allen was ready to deal with the trouble, the professor suddenly spoke. Although his face was still green, his tone was not too reproachful:

"Well, it's true that you won - although I don't think it was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but you still got my approval - which is what you want - now, take him and let's go!

Also, now that you got what you want, don’t come to my class again!”

After saying this, the professor walked into the classroom in a few steps, leaving Allen in a daze as he stared at a piece of approval signed by the professor's name thrust into his hand.