when harry potter met league of legends

It is obvious that even something as ordinary as an admission letter is significantly different in Hogwarts than in the Muggle world.

For example, the director of the orphanage who had originally made up his mind to let him study in a public school resolutely signed the receipt after seeing the notice, instead of thinking about where an academy that needed so many magical things was.

, and never had the slightest doubt about this unheard-of school. Obviously, this serious violation of the confidentiality law was covered up by the unique magic on the letter.

For another example, now, when Alan took the letter and told the driver the location of the Leaky Cauldron, the driver, who originally looked like you were kidding me, looked like he suddenly understood.

Obviously, with the help of this letter, the driver successfully avoided the influence of the spell attached to the Leaky Cauldron, just like the experience of Hermione and her family buying books. After all, they are a Muggle family and they are not like the protagonists.

He also has Hagrid’s guidance.

With a clear address, the tough driver completed his task better than Allen expected - the car parked in a dilapidated house half an hour later, making people look at it for a second.

The bar front was no doubt demolished.

After Alan paid enough fare, the driver began to mutter and left. If nothing else happened, after he left, he would soon forget this place under the influence of the curse. After all, the Ministry of Magic has

This largest shopping street in London (?) is guarded with the strictest attitude.

After getting off the car, Allen began to look at the shabby bar in front of him, this famous place.

Obviously the decoration of this place is not in line with its huge reputation. Just like the original book said, it is dark and dirty. It is fundamentally different from the two surrounding shops with bright windows and quiet windows. Standing in front of such a bar

, the first impression that often gives people is low-quality alcohol, dim lights, the smell of tobacco in the room, and waitresses dressed in vulgar pink.

This made Alan doubt whether there would be drunken drinkers at the door of the bar to solve their own convenience problems, but when he turned around and thought about it, this was not a remote corner, this was the pedestrian street of the Wizarding World.

Peeing in front of this bar might have the same effect as a live broadcast. Allen couldn't help but complain, maybe the person who did this could be featured in the Daily Prophet or something?

The first thing that caught Alan's eyes after entering the bar was the bar owner who had almost all his hair taken off and looked like a shriveled walnut. At this time, he was holding a dirty rag and vigorously wiping a beer glass - Merlin bless you,

People who drink that glass of wine won't have diarrhea or anything.

Under the dim light of the candle chandelier, Allen could clearly see that there were not many customers in the bar. Several wizards with a London accent wearing wizard hats were playing bridge there. Judging from the several full wine glasses next to them, it was obvious that

They were having a great time playing cards. As for why wizards play bridge, a Muggle thing like bridge, you have to ask Merlin.

At the other table were two people playing wizard chess, but judging from the noisy knight chess piece, it might be time for the two wizards to buy a new chess piece, because the knight shouted loudly in a voice that everyone could hear.

Said: "You goblin with a head full of dung eggs, how can you put my brave me in this dangerous position? This kind of thing is not what a noble knight should do. Have you seen the soldiers over there? Let him go

!”

Allen said that if he had such a chess set, maybe the fireplace would be a good place for this guy.

At the third and last table, there was a guy sitting on it who was enjoying rolling cigarettes. Of course, this guy was a fake smoker, because Allen could clearly see that he rolled the cigarettes himself and then moved forward, which did not correspond to his slender body.

The guy who lit himself on fire with his short legs and crawled over - huh, he's a guy who doesn't even enjoy the joy of rolling cigarettes!

Just as Allen was scanning the group of people, the kind-hearted owner of the bar had already noticed the awakened customer, raised his hand and greeted: "Hey, a new customer, but the law stipulates that you are of this age.

It seems like you can’t drink alcohol? So, how about a glass of wheatgrass juice?”

Allen tried his best to reveal the shyness expected of a child of this age who has just arrived in a strange place, and responded: "Sir, I'm sorry, I don't have even a Nat on me. I am a new student at Hogwarts this year. I have to go to the bank to exchange money first.

currency."

"Oh, time flies so fast. Is it another year for Hogwarts to recruit new members?" Tom, the owner of the hotel, patted his head with few hairs left and picked it up from the wine rack nearby.

A light green bottle opened with a bang and poured into the cup he was wiping just now. Then he pushed the cup over and said loudly: "It doesn't matter, this cup is for you, kid. Hogwarts is a good place."

Ah, just think of Old Tom celebrating your admission!"

The words were very heroic, and Old Tom was indeed a good man. Allen was very moved, and then wanted to refuse.

However, there are no eggs.

Judging from the people in the store, the only person who could help him open the door to Diagon Alley was Tom. Therefore, he raised his glass as if he was going to die and drank it all in one gulp, as if he had drank an extremely painful drink.

It's like traditional Chinese medicine, but what comes from his mouth is a slightly bitter sweetness, which even shakes his spirit and eliminates a lot of fatigue - you can't expect that after such a big stimulation, Ai

Lun could still have a good night's sleep.

"It's great, this is the best drink I've ever had!" Allen expressed his praise without hesitation.

Obviously, his words were very pleasant to Tom's ears. The boss opened the bar and patted Allen on the shoulder with his broad palm: "Good boy, with such a good eyesight, you will definitely be the best in the school."

The top student here!"

What does drinking a glass of wheatgrass juice have to do with eyesight? What does good eyesight have to do with being a top student? This is learning magic, not learning to be a pilot. Could it be that someone who wears glasses like Harry Potter is a top student? Allen was helpless.

He cursed, and then asked cautiously: "So, Mr. Tom, can you take up a little bit of your time? I need someone to take me into Diagon Alley."

"Oh, of course, kid, it's a piece of cake. Come on, follow me!" Old Tom took Alan to the back door and came to the small patio surrounded by walls.

"Come on, kid, look carefully, this way." Old Tom walked towards the trash can in the corner, took out his wand, and counted: "Count three pieces up and two pieces across the way."

, yes, this is it! Remember the child!" He began to tap the brick gently with the wand in his hand.

The brick he knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became larger and larger. Soon, an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding road.

The winding, cobbled streets with no end in sight.