when harry potter met league of legends

The old man casually split the vines that were attacking him. Without even turning his body, he slashed out with his backhand sword. The sword wind containing magic had already split the incoming magic spell. Only then did he turn his head.

, but there is no trace of anger on his face, but a bit of joy. For him who is looking for a successor, the stronger Allen is.

"Kid, let me teach you a lesson - it's best not to read the name of the curse loudly when attacking. Although some people think that doing so will make you more imposing, but this is definitely -"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden explosion. The saplings gathered at his feet chose to boom without any pause after reaching his feet.

When the first sapling exploded, the old man finally managed to escape from the explosion. With a flash of his body, he appeared not far away, although his clothes were blackened by the explosion.

Some, but no injuries.

However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief, Allen, who was standing at the door, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and then a violent explosion came from him - the seeds from the explosion had already stuck to him.

In a burst of smoke, the old man's figure appeared, but it became quite funny. Half of his beard was blown off, and the hair on his head smoked out from time to time. As for the clothes on his body, it was completely destroyed.

It was ruined and turned into a beggar's costume, with only a broken bowl and a stick missing.

Allen shook his head, turned and left - no matter how shameless a person was, he wouldn't have the courage to say such stupid things as accepting the other party as his disciple.

Before he could step out of the store, the old man's unconvinced voice came - "Kid, you won, but twenty years ago, you would never have been able to defeat me."

Without looking back, Allen raised the sword in his hand, and there was no trace of ridicule in his voice: "Yes, indeed, so I took this sword - I think I can get more from it."

The old man was speechless, obviously acquiescing.

More than ten minutes later, he suddenly came to his senses: "The little bastard took everything away without giving me a galleon. I don't even know his name!"

It's a pity that Allen has disappeared without a trace at this moment - just kidding, he took so many things in one go without paying for it, and when he left, he pretended not to run away and wait to be caught?

What Allen, who left in a hurry, didn't know was that shortly after he left the store, three witches with hurried looks turned into the store.

The man in the lead was holding a huge natural crystal ball in his hand. This crystal ball was floating in the air under the influence of magic power, shining with a white light at the entrance of the store.

The person dragging the crystal ball nodded to the two companions, indicating that this was the place, and then the other two took out their wands, as if they were ready to take action.

The moment the three of them pushed open the store door, the three well-informed witches couldn't help but open their mouths at the same time - because at this moment, this store was considered to be somewhat famous among many wizards.

It's completely like it's been torn apart.

Allen didn't restrain his hands when he started. Although the things were not damaged much, there were naturally countless items that were knocked over and messed up. In addition, the items inside were originally classified very confusingly, so they naturally turned into a pile.

A messy thing.

The old man, who had lost a large sum of Galleons and was beaten up by Fatty, had just changed his clothes and had his hair simply treated. However, the beard that had just been burned off obviously couldn't grow back so quickly. After all, the old man had a lot of head.

He can only be regarded as half a wizard.

In this case, it is natural for the old man to be in a bad mood, so he snorted unceremoniously from his nose: "Sorry, it's closed today, you can go out!"

The witch who was on the left side of the man with the crystal ball stepped forward - "We are not here to buy anything, we are here to capture an important target. Divination shows that your place is probably the target's hiding place."

, where did you hide the person?"

The old man who was using his meager magic power to try to repair those real or fake treasures suddenly became angry. He pointed at his face: "You mean - I'm hiding someone?"

He grinned: "Okay, I am a Tibetan. Why, do you still dare to search my shop?"

"You!!! Do you know whose order this is?"

"I don't care who you are! Even if the Minister of Magic comes, he doesn't dare to search my store!!!"

In response, two light blue spells hit the old man directly, but he easily blocked it with his hand. Then he shook his hand: "Is that all? I thought young people nowadays are all

The one who can crush us old bones into the garbage heap, it seems that it is not me who has become weak, but that boy who is too perverted - but this is good news, even though the old man is very unhappy."

Just when he couldn't finish his words, the old man ducked out of the way, slashed out the sword with both hands, and the magic power formed with special properties directly cut through the aqua blue protective shields of the two witches who took action, like cutting paper, and then

The sword fell down, and both of them were knocked unconscious at the same time.

"Tsk, tsk, the old man still has a sword that has not grown old. The kid has the upper hand because he is too insidious." He murmured to himself, while using a clever move with his hand, the two fainted witches were easily thrown to the door.

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Then his eyes were fixed on the remaining witch: "What about you, little fortune teller? Are you going to get out on your own or is the old man going to throw you out?"

His eyes were not murderous, and his face was full of smiles, but the fortune teller holding the crystal ball started to tremble - the two people who had just been thrown out easily by the old man were not ordinary wizards, although they were not comparable.

With the Auror's combat power, he had no problem at all in dispatching five or six wizards of normal level, but in front of this old man, he couldn't survive even two attacks.

She walked to the door tremblingly, and then she remembered her mission: "Do you know who our employer is? Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

The old man angrily wiped away the vines summoned by Allen on the ground, leaving only the other party's butt - "I don't care who he is. I told you that the Minister of Magic came in person. Before I

This little shop has to be polite!"

"Okay, you wait!" With a harsh word, the fortune teller woke up the two companions, and then hurriedly left, leaving the old man packing things there full of doubts.

"Weird? Who is that kid wanted by? How dare you do something here?" He subconsciously touched his beard, considering whether to provide support to the kid, and then realized that something was wrong with his touch.

"Tch, I don't care about him! It's that perverted brat, this isn't his trouble, it's entirely the trouble of the person who wants him!"