when harry potter met league of legends

There is no road in the world, but when more people walk on it, it becomes a road.

In the same way, there is no big hole in the world, but the author, phew, Alan kept digging, and a huge hole appeared in front of Harry.

Although the term "miraculous object self-obstruction" is almost overused, there is no doubt that no matter how strong Allen is, he can't turn a broken thing a few hours ago into an artifact with a bonus of 13 - it's just a duang with special effects.

Nope either.

The magic above is all temporary magic, and Allen did not create such a thing just to make Harry feel happy - he is not Dumbledore, why would he need a good nanny?

Just when Harry was flying happily, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Originally this tattered broom was as docile as a cat, but now the cat suddenly turned its back and gave him a paw instantly.

It no longer obeyed Harry's control and began to roll desperately.

"Alan! Alan! What's wrong with it?" Harry hugged the broom tightly with his hands and shouted loudly while trying to control it.

However, Alan did not help him. Instead, he walked towards the lounge in the corner over there - if Harry hadn't been trying to control the broom in a hurry, maybe he could see that every time Alan's footsteps

Step forward, and a small lotus flower will bloom in the direction where his toes fall. Of course, this is not Allen's achievement in cultivating immortality, but a use of Zyra's ability.

When he was about to arrive, Allen turned around and gave Harry what he thought was a devilish smile: "Now this class has begun, work hard, I believe in you!"

In Harry's despair, Alan got into the separated room - which meant that Harry had to deal with this crazy broom on his own.

This was not a pleasant thing, especially after what Harry had experienced last year.

It kept flying high and low, making sharp turns and stops from time to time, making Harry's attempts to control it completely come to nothing.

In the midst of this violent tumbling, Harry suddenly thought of a good idea - he couldn't help but want to shout for his own wit.

Probably to prevent him from being injured, Allen deliberately turned the ground into mud. Although soaking his whole body in muddy water was not a pleasant option, compared to letting himself play a roller coaster in the air, soaking

Entering muddy water is obviously a better choice.

Therefore, in the chaotic flight of the broom with no trace to be found, Harry, who had calmed down, successfully predicted a lower point of the broom's flight. Harry resolutely grasped the broom with his hand and the leg holding the broom.

He loosened his strength and used all his strength on his back - he was preparing to land on his back to prevent muddy water from pouring directly into his nose and mouth.

The idea is very good, and the preparation work is also very detailed - unfortunately, such an operation does not exist at all.

After all, sometimes the truth is as high as the devil.

How could Alan not have considered such a simple act of letting go?

Just when Harry tried to let go of the broom, he felt a strong suction force from the broom itself. This force made his whole body tightly controlled by the broom - this was also a situation in the game.

A banned spell that binds the body to the broom to prevent some team members from deliberately attacking others with it.

However, what made Harry despair was not the spell activated on the broom, but the fact that his attempt to let go seemed to activate other magic on the broom. The broom not only flew in the air, but seemed to accomplish what the rider wanted and the ground.

Like the desire for contact, it passed directly through the muddy water.

This is not simply passing through the muddy water, but the entire broom is flying or sneaking in the muddy water for a full seven or eight seconds before flying again.

This made Harry above become embarrassed. When he showed up again, he looked exactly like a drowned rat. In other words, he was even worse than a drowned rat. After all, a drowned rat would not be constantly dripping with dirt.

of muddy water.

And after this behavior happened a dozen times, it returned to its original flying mode.

Only then did Allen inside get up and leave the hut separated by ice.

After taking a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and waved his wand. The igloo where he could originally see the outside situation was immediately covered with a layer of dark blue light that completely obscured his vision.

As Allen returned to the center of the ground, a huge plant rose up in the middle of the swamp, quickly weaving into a green and elastic net.

"Snapped!"

Allen snapped his fingers, and with this sound, the broom that was still flying in the air quickly flew towards where Allen was standing like an arrow off the string.

After putting the tortured Harry down from him, the broom that had undergone violent movements immediately fell apart after losing the support of Alan's magic power, becoming parts on the ground.

Harry struggled to get up from the green carpet, then quickly knelt down on one knee and vomited crazily on the ground - the torture just now made him, a Quidditch player, lose all control over his body.

control.

As a stream of water was vomited out, Harry stabilized his body with a pale face - but his constantly shaking legs revealed that his physical strength was exhausted to the bottom line during the torture just now.

Allen took out his wand and waved it casually, and the pool of vomit disappeared immediately. He faced Harry and said relaxedly: "The class is over, Harry, don't you want to say something?"

"Alan, you big bastard!!! - Ouch!!!" Harry almost cursed with all his strength, and then it triggered him to vomit again.

But Allen was not angry. He knocked on the ground, and two chairs were quickly woven out.

After signaling Harry to sit down with his eyes, Allen sat on another chair.

"I thought you were going to do something worse - like come up and punch me?"

Harry used his body to prove his acceptance of this proposal. Instead of choosing a stool, he directly showed his fist.

Unfortunately, with the sound of a fist hitting flesh, Harry fell to the ground again.

"Sorry, I didn't say I wouldn't fight back." Allen showed a mean smile. Yes, the one who hit him was knocked to the ground by him.

"By the way, haven't you thought about why there is such a course?"

[Tell me not to touch unfamiliar aircraft at will?] Harry was not stupid, and instantly thought of the thrilling trip he took when he flew to school.

...

This stupid kid can't be saved - Allen looked disgusted.

"No, I just want to tell you - if you are not sure about this matter, do not seek death at will!" Allen snapped his fingers and hit the chair where he had just sat.

Steady on Harry's head.

As Harry's forehead hurt, all the stains on his body disappeared.

"Okay, let's go, we have another spell to master today."

A green road appeared under Allen's feet and led directly to the igloo in the corner. Harry rubbed his painful head and followed closely.