when harry potter met league of legends

Carrying 400 fresh, cute, charming and dazzling gold galleons as well as several paper bags that were kindly given as gifts, Allen found a remote place to collect the gold galleons shortly after leaving the store - he didn't.

I plan to let them give birth to babies.

After that, as long as you use the return to the city, all the tasks for tonight will be completed.

However, looking at the moon hanging high in the sky, Allen suddenly realized that he seemed to have joined the forces of cultivating immortals - by staying up so late, was he trying to cultivate immortality?

Well, Allen shook his head, trying to get this unrealistic thought out of his mind - Are you kidding, the painting style is messy enough now!

However, after the return to the city spell was activated, Allen discovered something was wrong - today he did not have time to provide auxiliary sleep treatment to his roommate, and now, one roommate - Marshall Jeffrey, a roommate every time he goes to rest

The people behind him would be worried about the guy he got stuck in the room. Fortunately, the door to the lounge was stronger than they thought - and he was still awake!

"Hey, ah? Allen, you're back?" Marshall was even more flustered than him - he was busy stuffing the book in his hand into the bed.

Please tell me, what should Allen do?

A:……

It’s still a shameless choice to strike first, while those who strike later will be controlled by others!

So, before Marshall could react in a hurry, Allen jumped out of the bed and tapped his wand - with this movement, the tightly pressed book flew out.

Huh? One Hundred Years of Solitude?

Although Allen has not read this world famous book, he still knows his famous name.

But isn't this a Muggle book?

Marshall, I didn’t expect you to be like this Marshall. You can read books secretly in the middle of the night and become a top student without reading textbooks. Then why don’t you read books about black magic? If you take a step back, read some entertainment magazines such as The Quibbler.

Well, even if you take a step back and read a pocket book or something, you actually read Muggle books in the middle of the night! What you gave me back is a world famous book!

In the middle of the night, you cultivator has cultivated so freshly and refinedly?

Huh? No, Alan noticed that Marshall's expression didn't look like he was watching a world famous book being discovered, right?

So, under Marshall's pleading eyes, Allen opened the book - the book was well preserved, and there were many bookmarks inserted in it, and some paragraphs were well underlined with a quill pen.

Damn, Marshall, you've worked hard enough to take over Ron's father's class. If you don't get an A+ in Muggle Studies, I'll be sorry for your hard work.

However, when Allen casually looked at the highlighted points, he was completely shocked!

Damn it! Marshall, you know how to play, and you can read the famous masterpiece as a pocket book!

You still take notes! You also use bookmarks! Do you still need to put a pack of tissues on your kid’s bed?

At this moment, Marshall had already gotten off the bed with a red face. In his pajamas, he looked as miserable as a child weighing 300 pounds - bah, he was a child to begin with, and he still had to work hard to get closer to 300 pounds.

"Well, Allen, it's not that I don't want to show it to you, it's because they don't let me give it to others," Marshall said in a low voice.

Hey, hey! That's not the point! Who cares? Also, what the hell are they? Are there any allies among you?

"Alan, don't worry, I will recommend you to the exchange meeting tomorrow, and they will definitely agree." Marshall stamped his legs, as if he had made up his mind.

Hey, professor! There is an illegal organization here! I want to report it!

"Well, Allen, can you let me finish reading it first, quickly! You will come right away..." Marshall mustered up the courage and began to beg.

However, a subconscious pull caused a paper bag in Allen's clothes to fall...

What's even more terrible is that the bag burst.

"Alan, I'm sorry, your things..." Before Alan could stop him, Marshall picked up the things first and glanced at them subconsciously.

If you can escape the first grade of junior high school, you can't escape the fifteenth grade...

Then, a voice of respect came from his heart - "Boss!"

"Boss Allen" seemed to be afraid that he didn't hear clearly, so Marshall repeated it again.

"This is the core book in our exchange meeting. I just took a look at it when I joined the meeting!"

So what exactly did you exchange during your exchange meeting? Hey, Professor! Forget it, don't come - Allen suddenly thought that he seemed to have been discovered now.

Then things will be easier to handle.

"Collapse!"

The magic spell flew out of Allen's wand. Classmate Marshall, it's better to have a good rest. We are wizards and we don't need to become immortals.

After a floating spell, Marshall returned to bed. If the consequences of the forgetting spell were not too serious, he would never mind having one. What? You said the quilt was not covered? It doesn't matter, Marshall, you have to know that idiots don't catch colds.

Although he said that, when Allen woke up the next day, the first thing he saw was Marshall standing next to the bed with a runny nose.

So, Allen's first reaction was to pick up the wand - would it be better to pass out or be completely petrified?

"Boss, don't!"

However, there were no eggs, and this time they were all petrified.

Under the influence of the floating spell, Marshall flew to the bed.

Allen lowered his head and whispered: "The book is stuffed on your bed. If you tell others that it is mine, I will recite evil curses on you every day!"

Regardless of Marshall's reaction - even though he couldn't even blink, Allen left the dormitory.

That age of passing around pocket books - I really miss it - wait, I didn't! Besides, Marshall, you are too precocious!

Forget it, just keep it safe.

Looking at the sunshine falling over the lounge, it’s a nice day again.

The gold coins exchanged for a large amount of galleons looked festive, and they were much more than the other gold coins obtained through daily victory - let's call them game coins.

After all, it’s just a joke to change heroes after reaching 6300...

Looking at the game currency that has not yet reached three digits, and then looking at the salary equipment with drastically reduced attributes but reduced quantity but not reduced price, countless alpacas are rushing past in Allen's heart - so, Slytherin friends,

You must keep up your hobby of sneak attacks!

As for the use of that large sum of gold coins, I have to take some time to figure it out, and I must not let my hands slide again! So, Professor Binns, I'm sorry...

Everything went on in an orderly manner, except for a period of labor and a little accident, everything went smoothly.

However, Alan's good mood only lasted until he arrived at Mr. Filch's place.

After opening the door, he remembered a classic translation: "how old are you?" - How come it's always you!

p.s. I wrote this on my mobile phone on the train, so there may be something wrong with the format.

I wrote on my mobile phone using PS for almost four hours. If you talk about it again, I will cry and I will show you whether you believe it or not!!!

Because I downloaded the wrong software in PS, I noticed that there are a lot of comments on the mobile version. I only saw them today...

The last PS coded this chapter for me on my mobile phone. I confidently robbed it! Recommended vote! Collection! Hand it over!!!