when harry potter met league of legends

That was the person whose name Allen had just found out from Zongze not long ago - Mahoutokoro's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a professor from China named Professor Xue Ba.

The little wizard of Mahoutokoro commented on this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - that was an indescribable professor, but he was indeed an excellent professor.

At this moment, this guy was standing in front of Lockhart, with a smile on his face that wanted people to beat him. Yes, even though he almost knocked Lockhart to the hospital just now, there was still no smile on his face.

A trace of embarrassment, full of a young man's "I'm optimistic about you" expression - probably because he just tried to pretend to be serious but failed, his face is still a little bit rigid, which makes the owner of this face be called out in various ways.

The possibility of finding trouble in this name has increased by two levels.

But Allen is very sure that such a thing will not happen randomly - from the magic of the dummy just now, it can be seen that the guy in front of him is not only superb, but also has absolutely no master's mentality, only his sinister side.

Damn it, the magic world is getting harder and harder to get along - everyone agreed to stay simple until old age, but the highest magic only uses the disarming spell?

Folk customs are not ancient, the magic world is a pill!!!

This guy had no consciousness of the failure of the sneak attack. Instead, he patted the still confused Professor Lockhart on the shoulder - "Young man, come on, you have my approval, but your strength is not quite there."

After saying this, he made a relieved expression like an old man, and walked towards the camp with his hands behind his back.

"Huh"——Alan let out a long sigh and finally held it back.

God knows how much he wanted to hit this professor in the back. His walking posture was even meaner than Jhin's walking, his smile was even worse than Teemo's, and his expression was worse than when he met Luo and Xia Shuang in the bottom lane.

They all want to be set on fire.

So, without the guy knowing, Allen secretly made up his mind - damn, it was decided, and all the subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were directed at him. He would do whatever he could, and he would tip the table over

, this kind of person must not be allowed to be in the limelight!!!

Well, so.

Snapped!

As Alan jumped down from the tree, Lockhart, who had been confused just now, fell to the ground without reacting - it was that simple.

After all, Allen was far stronger than him, and he even attacked Voldemort with a sneak attack. Even Voldemort would be injured after taking such a bite. It was completely cheating to use it to bully Lockhart.

Seeing as you performed so well just now, I won't slap you in the face - Allen thought secretly in his heart, and then took out several small bottles from his pocket. The transparent bottles contained various potions.

It's the kind that's not very popular.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor - although I know you are working hard, but the elixir thing doesn't work every time. Compared with the consequences of failure all at once, I think you also hope this is the case." Ai

Lun poured all the medicine directly into it.

Then, he tapped his wand, and a bonfire appeared on the ground, roasting poisonous mushrooms with a small bite - food poisoning or something, there's nothing anyone can do about it, right?

He planned to create some noise here, and then let people discover the poisoned Professor Lockhart, and everything from then on would be a matter of course.

However, after finishing everything, the wind from Allen's wand made a whistling sound: "Fainted!"

The red curse created ripples on a water-colored shield, and then it approached nothingness.

"Young man, don't be so angry - it's simply too impolite to use magic at all times."

"You have the nerve to say that? Professor Xue Ba?" Allen retorted unceremoniously - yes, it was Mahoutokoro's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was forced out by his attack.

At this moment, Allen no longer had the desire to take action - no matter the time, place or person, it was not right. After all, Lockhart was still lying there. It would be difficult to explain if someone came.

"Ahem, are today's young people so ignorant of respecting their predecessors?" The professor said with a smile while stroking his wand. It looked harmless to humans and animals. Unfortunately, with a crashing sound, Allen's Iron Armor Curse appeared on

There was an impact of energy that was not very powerful but the movement was almost non-existent.

"Oh, then, dear professor, can you explain what this magic is?" Allen smiled slowly on his face, but there were countless alpacas running wildly in his heart.

This is the most shameless opponent he has ever encountered - he is obviously very powerful and can overwhelm normal students, but he is using a silent, colorless and insidious magic. What the hell are you doing?

Wuhei plays the trumpet, turns on the voice, and uses his damn hero, do you want to be so mean?

Therefore, Allen fought back loudly - "The flames are blazing!"

A large ball of fire hit the professor directly, and at the same time, under the cover of the sky and the flickering firelight, several vines secretly attacked the professor from the vegetation on the ground. Originally, Allen did not want to cause trouble.

This is what he forced him to do.

Unfortunately, the opponent was a veteran at playing dirty tricks. After a period of confusion, Allen's attack completely lost its effect.

"Hey, little guy, you are quite skillful. You are indeed someone who can lurk in a tree for so long - to be honest, if you weren't breathing a little heavily behind you, I really wouldn't have been able to spot you. However, you are obviously

You have neglected your own identity. As a student, your magic skills may be much higher than those of your peers, but your magic power is still too little compared to that of an adult wizard.

Therefore, as a professor, I feel it is my responsibility to tell you why wizards attach so much importance to magic, and why wizards under the age of 11 in the UK cannot even go to wizard school - that is because you have too little magic power.

I can’t control my magic.”

...

At this moment, Allen had a dark thought in his head - you can't be such a vulgar person.

It doesn't matter if you, a professor, are fighting with a student. After talking so much for a long time, the meaning expressed is exactly the same - I don't plan to confront you, and I am going to use my magic power to kill you!

Allen had to admit that this professor's magic level was not among the top eight among the people he had met, including Dumbledore - such a powerful wizard did not rely on exquisite magic to hurt people, and he did not rely on magic.

The power is overwhelming, but you rely on your own magic power and a student's hard steel - won't your conscience hurt?

Of course, Allen ignored the fact that he completely surpassed adult wizards in magic power and that his combat skills also surpassed ordinary wizards.

However, Allen doesn't dare to use powerful magic - whether it can be settled in one fell swoop is still a matter of debate. The powerful magic reaction is simply summoning Dumbledore and the others to come over and watch the show. The reason for not using such magic is probably because of his own deeds.

For this reason, the person opposite didn't use any powerful magic.