when harry potter met league of legends

You are stuck at home in confusion. Don’t blame yourself too much... It’s the world’s fault that you don’t want to work hard, it’s the environment’s fault that you have a bad nature, and it’s the fault of your genes that you are ugly. Don’t blame yourself, just shift the responsibility to others.

...

Ahem, sorry, I got the wrong script.

But there's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, what Allen wants is a clear spring to wash his face. Of course, it's not his fault that the water is too large, right?

As the magic circle lit up, a group of young wizards who were trying to call Allen out to escape saw what seemed like thousands of wizards appearing in the magic circle under Allen using the Clear Water Like Spring spell at the same time—

-The rushing water emerged crazily from the magic circle on the ground like a wild horse, and rolled towards the direction pointed by Allen's wand without any pause.

Due to the rapidity of the water flow and the sudden appearance, the melon-eating crowd who had originally gathered in a circle unfortunately became the first victims. The rushing water directly swept them in. If it weren't for the quick eyesight and quick hands of the people around them,

Use magic to pull them out. Maybe they will become one of the victims in this riot - the kind who were injured by friendly forces.

However, they were not angry after being pulled out - after all, Allen had restrained the magic power in the water, and they were just being bathed.

"Tsk tsk, come on Alan! There's enough water to wash those guys' faces!"

"That's right, those guys are just crazy - I don't think they'll wake up this time!"

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a person quickly rummaged through his luggage, then took out a bottle of potion that looked disgusting, unscrewed the cap and added the contents into the water -

- "Haha, this is the first successful pustule potion that I have treasured for a long time. I want to give those guys something nice to look at!"

His explanation received nods of praise from everyone - everyone was having fun in the middle of the night and suddenly they were called over to pack their things. Who could be in a better mood?

Now looking at such a clear water source, it is really a waste to just rush over it. It is really unjustifiable not to add some ingredients to it.

Potions class is a required course at Hogwarts, and there are naturally not many people who can independently refine potions. Most people will choose a few commemorative bottles of the finished product that they have worked so hard to create.

Naturally, during the tidying up just now, these potion collections were naturally dug out. With the blessing of the anger in my heart, these potions with precious memories were rolled in directly with a pleasant pouring sound.

All kinds of strange potions collided and reacted rapidly in the water flow summoned by Alan - even the most skilled potion masters could not guess the changes, and with the cheers of the crowd,

, more and more potions were poured into the water, causing even stranger changes.

Alan, who was maintaining the flow of water on the side, really wanted to move a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead - what are these naughty kids doing? This wave of magic potion is definitely a weapon-level thing when it hits. He worked hard.

What is the purpose of suppressing the magic power for a long time? Isn't it to try not to hurt others so that the other party can have an excuse to withhold his money? Although it is very satisfying to do this, isn't it a failure?

However, at this time, a local professor who was responsible for assisting rushed over - his original intention was to prevent the little wizard from getting hurt, but he found that such a group of people had gathered here and did not leave. Isn't this scary and ridiculous?

"Children! Listen to me, several principals have seized the time to ask capable professors to quickly prepare paralyzing potions. The riot will soon subside. At present, you must abandon this camp that has become dangerous.

,otherwise--"

The professor who ran quickly saw the water flow summoned by Allen and the little wizards who were adding various seasonings to it as if it were a festival, and then he was stunned.

The carnival crowd on the side also stopped - although it was very enjoyable, it was obviously against school rules, and this was not an act of relief.

"Oh - children, why didn't you tell us about such a good solution earlier?" The professor had a naughty smile on his face, and then took out a large bottle of potion: "This is a potion that has been made. It was originally meant to prevent them from destroying it.

Those ancient buildings were for emergency use, but now—"

His hand suddenly loosened up, and then the bottle fell into the water: "Ahem, because the other party came in such a hurry, the water flow we temporarily summoned was not enough to swallow up a large amount of people who were not carried away.

potion - it's a sad story, but I think the principals can understand it."

"Well, yes, it must be like this - I didn't take away the hemorrhoid medicine!" After saying that, the bottle in the hand of a classmate fell into the water.

As Allen's magic power was almost consumed, the water that initially flowed out had already connected with the marchers over there, but it had no immediate effect - those guys quickly used magic to temporarily block it.

Got the first wave of attacks.

However, Allen did not look at the results, but walked quickly to the professor.

"Ahem, dear professor - do you lack honor?"

The professor looked hesitant.

Allen shouted loudly in a voice that everyone could hear: "By the way, who did what just happened - it was this heroic professor who led a group of us students to use the clear water at the most critical moment.

You stopped me, right?"

The people below looked confused, "Why didn't you do it, Allen?"

But someone has already reacted: "Of course it's not a big problem - the professor generously invited a group of us to drink some wine, uh, I mean wheat straw juice." He remembered what happened today.

As a result, he quickly changed his words.

At this time, the people below also woke up - what just happened was too much. Although the professor gave a guarantee, no one can guarantee it, but wouldn't it be better to drag him into the water? This matter is very important to the professor.

It's not a pot, but an honor - the honor of being able to solve problems in emergencies on campus.

So, answers came from below: "Yes, that's right." "Oh, of course, it's no big problem!" and so on.

Most of the remaining people are familiar with Allen - but those who like to fight have already withdrawn at this moment. How can they join them in waiting for the magic changes that Allen releases?

So, the professor was moved.

This operation seems so perfect - being able to solve the problem at this time and establish the image of Mahoutokoro's professor is a sure thing. As for the group of rioters below, they were just hit by the magic potion.

It can also be suppressed easily. He is a native of the local area. A group of troublemakers are the victims of Mahoutokoro's positive image. The principal will definitely support him to the end.

"Is it really possible?" The professor asked the question carefully.