when harry potter met league of legends

The world is so beautiful, but even the most beautiful world still has some shortcomings - for example, some people don't play according to the routine at all.

For example, a certain goddess of water, although she is not the same god as the gods worshiped by many writers on a certain website, she does have a well-known attribute - a certain low fourth dimension that is highly related to mages.

Similarly, although some people's external manifestations are different, a certain problem is completely the same as that of this goddess.

She is one of the least capable professors hired by Hogwarts, and in a sense, she has exactly the same level and approach as the big parallel Professor Lockhart - she relies on weak verbal intimidation to try to

It cast a psychological shadow on the little wizard to maintain his status, while Professor Lockhart relied on other people's stories to turn into gorgeous feathers to cover up his dull black wings.

Sybill Trelawney - When encountering the torture from Umbridge, this professor looked innocent, as if I was insulted, as if the whole world owed her - but, even

The world will still raise its hatchet when it can't stand it anymore.

In fact, in Ellen's view, the malicious influence brought by this professor is no less than that of a dementor. Her classroom is filled with the fear of young wizards - unlike when the Ministry of Magic was in power.

The Dementors spent most of their time in Azkaban and were not a big worry. When Professor Sybill Trelawney was in class, she would declare death to anyone she was dissatisfied with with a flick of her finger.

With just a few prophecies, the professor gained permission to lay his own web in Hogwarts that would scare the entire Hogwarts.

The funniest thing is that she herself doesn't know when her predictions are true and when she's just pretending. Therefore, it's completely understandable for Allen to sneer at the professor.

Of course, since Allen came to this course with a dawdling attitude, it was destined that he had no intention of opposing the professor's attitude - after all, burning bridges is not a virtue worthy of praise.

It's a pity - when you try to be a harmless and well-behaved kitten, there are always people trying to challenge your limits.

It was a sunny afternoon.

Allen and several of his roommates came to the North Tower of Hogwarts.

Just like we usually go to the toilet together, Allen and his whole dormitory chose the same class - although it seems a bit irrelevant, this is indeed an unbreakable truth.

Most of the boys who go to the toilet to hang out with each other do so to smoke, while those who hang out in class are either for roll call or for homework.

Although the phenomenon of roll call does not exist very much in Hogwarts, it is better for everyone to learn from each other when it comes to homework - can the things of scholars be called plagiarism?

As they chatted lazily through the corridor, the topic naturally turned to the upcoming classes.

"Hey, Alan, do you think this divination course is really useful?" - The speaker was Shane, a man who looked like a fifth grader. At this moment, he held the divination book in his hand firmly.

The textbook - "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" was placed on the index finger of his left hand. He fiddled with it with his right hand as he walked, trying to make the book rotate beautifully. However, the book flew straight up under his fidgeting and almost knocked Marshall's hand aside.

He was hit on the head - obviously, Xie En, who was not proficient in this art, had made some minor manipulations to the book.

"Okay, Shane, don't do it. There are no little witches around to watch - even if you conjure flowers, they can't see them and then agree to go to Hogsmeade Village with you for vacation. Besides, this kind of

Muggle tricks are not new at all - they might as well be joining the Quidditch team and scoring a beautiful goal or something." Marshall threw the book back in dissatisfaction, shrugged his shoulders and muttered.

Obviously, his words hit the point directly - there is no way, since entering the third grade and being able to enter Hogsmeade village on weekends, many little roosters have almost started to crow and show off their feathers - Shane's face turned red.

He put the book under his right arm again.

This interruption successfully diverted the topic to an unknown corner. Then, as Allen and the others hurried on their way, they met another combination - the twin brothers plus Angelina plus Lee Jordan.

It seems like there is such a sharp contrast - they are completely different from Allen's roommates. At this moment, a group of people are frantically discussing which of the major clubs' Quidditch teams is better this year - yes, this

There are three players and a commentator inside, and it would be completely false to say that I am not obsessed with this.

The two groups of people who merged quickly changed the topic to Quidditch - there was no way, there was no way to continue the topic in front of the girls, and judging from the confused faces of the three, it was difficult to figure out this problem.

They also need time to make a huge effort on this variable.

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The Divination classroom is probably the most remote classroom besides the Astronomy Tower on Wednesday, and both its interior decoration and the external roads are extremely in line with Professor Sybill Trelawney's deformed aesthetics - this is probably the most secluded classroom of all Divination.

A common problem among teachers is that they all believe that the more mysterious the better, no matter what, even if it is an aisle, you cannot easily find it without asking.

In a nutshell - if I don't fool you, I'll lose.

After many inquiries, the group finally chose the boss's room in a maze-like road - the complicated path reminded Allen of a game he played back then, an RPG written as Sword and Fairy and read as Legend of the Labyrinth.

The adventurers are already queuing up in front of the dungeon. In front of the dungeon is a small bronze plaque with the name of the dungeon engraved on it - Antoun, bah, it's - Sybill Trelawney, divination teacher.

As the crowd gathered, the trap door on the ceiling suddenly opened, and a silver ladder stretched out from it - Hogwarts school uniforms without skirts are really bad reviews - eh, this is

How did it appear?

Behind the ladder, behind this building that resembles a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse, a thin figure slowly walks towards the brightest spot where the messy light in the room converges - it can be seen that the owner has carefully arranged this.

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An erratic voice suddenly rang out - "Welcome to the Delai Alliance." - Well, it must be very appropriate to say this, but unfortunately it was Allen's imagination.

"Welcome," the voice said, "it's so good to finally see you in the physical world."