when harry potter met league of legends

Disappointment, or disappointment - there are countless things that Allen wants to say in his heart at this moment.

The reason is simple - not everything can pass the baptism of the great killer of time.

Just like the cute girl next door will grow up to be a young girl sooner or later, then become an intellectual woman and then get married, everything is changing - however, at this moment, it's like the girl next door will not get married.

Just like you, these precious information were not preserved as Allen expected.

The various spells used to protect these books have lost their effectiveness - no spell can be permanently fixed.

At this moment, Allen's heart was in despair - the money, so much money, just disappeared!

There is no way, the fate of a book is too bumpy. The moment it is made, weathering, insect bites, water and fire disasters and other little bitches will focus on it, and they will not finish it unless they squeeze out the last of its essence.

give up.

Of course, the fate of books in the magical world is even more miserable - the reason why magic books are magical is not just to get some ordinary paper and write on them, but to contain magic in the process of making - which makes them extremely popular with those magical creatures.

Welcome.

Therefore, when Allen once again took out a half-broken book with insects that had just finished eating on it, he began to directly use the floating spell to cast a spell on the book - although doing so might damage some of the books that were about to fall apart.

It's a solitary copy, but it's better than being blocked.

With the dust accumulated over the past 300 years flying, the books on the bookshelf soon flew up under the influence of magic.

With the Bubble Curse on his head, Allen began to search among the floating books of varying heights - most of the useful books should be at the bottom, because they were not damaged at all and appeared heavier.

This selection method worked so well that Alan was proud of it—until he was almost bitten by a book.

Apart from those books that are extremely lucky, there are only two kinds of books that can leave a crippled life in the mouths of book eaters.

The first one is that the taste is too bad - the magical creatures said that they have a big meal to eat. Who cares about your pig food?

The second type - those who have the ability to fight back. Although the magic book is a book, it is not just a book - after all, the prefix of the word magic is there.

Even when Allen put away his relaxed mood and looked at it carefully, he discovered that there was a big mouth on the cover of a book - half of an insect was in the mouth. As for where the remaining half went, the answer was obvious.

In the end, Allen's harvest was a collection of eleven books, including the one that can eat bugs.

This number is simply not worth mentioning compared to the huge collection of books in the library.

Unwilling to suffer such a failure, Allen used the levitation technique again - this time he used it with a slightly stronger force.

As he used magic, a delicate mechanism lost its effect under the dual effects of time and magic.

With a maddening sound similar to nails scraping against a blackboard, a staircase appeared behind a bookshelf.

Very old-fashioned mechanism - but very practical.

It is estimated that no wizard would care about Muggle mechanisms - but it is a pity that such an exquisite design was defeated by coincidence.

The next step should be to discover the secret room, find the treasure, obtain the secret book, complete the magical skill, marry the princess, be rich and beautiful, or be your childhood sweetheart, etc., and then reach the pinnacle of life!

Bah—that’s weird!

Allen immediately activated the Dark Shield from Morgana - he is so confident in being immune to magic!

It's a pity - this thing consumes too much magic power, and Allen can't keep it on all the time.

However, Allen's preparation turned into a blind man's lighting, which was completely useless - until he carefully stepped to the bottom of the steps, no defensive spells or traps were triggered.

He forgot one thing - no matter how sophisticated the magic trap is, there are always clues to reveal it - a master explorer can use the trap to find the hidden dark room.

As he walked through a dark corridor, he saw a flash of green light at the corner.

This discovery made him very excited, but he still resisted the urge to rush over.

One step, two steps, three steps - when Allen looked directly at the source of the light source, surprise appeared on his face.

In front of him were a group of statues inlaid with gems - they were a bunch of snakes coiled in various shapes, and the green light came from their eyes - which were top-grade emeralds processed by magic.

Although his friendliness towards most Slytherins is below indifference, this does not affect his fondness for those snakes at all - of course, the kind that cleaves off their eyes and turns them into gold galleons at the goblin.

favorite.

It's a pity that these things are not good at all - from such a distance, Allen can feel the huge magic floating on them.

As a result, Allen could only temporarily give up this huge tempting plan - he thought he was not that desperate.

With resentment, Allen looked elsewhere.

Those snakes did not stand there alone - they formed a circle and stared closely at the center - where, where the snakes worshiped, a huge sculpture was erected.

If it weren't for the huge logo, Allen would definitely think that the statue came from some evil god or something - unfortunately, the familiar logo over there directly indicated the identity of the sculpture - Salazar Slytherin, Slytherin

The first president of the college.

How can you be so narcissistic as to erect a statue of yourself in such a remote place? Dear Head of Slytherin!

It’s okay to put one in the underground secret room of Hogwarts, but why did you put it in the United States?

As for why Allen commented like this - because of the pile of things inside!

At the foot of the statue, there are more than a dozen bookshelves and lockers placed at random, with exquisite magic props placed on each shelf of the lockers.

More importantly, the bookshelves and lockers on the edge are obviously missing a large part.

According to common sense, the more marginal things are, the less valuable they are - I believe that the people who place these things will not be so stupid that they have to do the opposite.

So the question is – where did the disappeared stuff go?

The answer is simple, someone took it away.

Who is it - the descendant of Slytherin who has been thrown into the street? It is precisely because of the hidden inheritance below that she strictly prohibits even the most loyal elves from entering or exiting the study used to hide this place.

The inheritance left by the heirs of Slytherin and the inheritance left by Slytherin himself are completely different concepts - the former is a Taobao A product, and the latter is an official authentic product.

Holy Light, that enemy is worth fighting!

Bah, Merlin, this inheritance deserves a vote!

However, just when Allen was about to take action, a voice suddenly came over——

"Oh? A fish that slipped through the net?"