when harry potter met league of legends

The sudden critical damage caused Allen to eat a lot of dog food off guard.

Allen, who suffered severe real injuries, entered a state of residual health and returned to his home camp while covering his wounds.

At this moment, Shane and his gang were still playing cards and chatting over there. When they saw Allen coming back, they greeted Allen's classmate to sit down and looked back curiously - according to Allen's usual reliability in doing things, this

Marshall should be back after all, right?

I just don’t know how Allen persuaded him—can such a huge damage be mitigated?

However, when they looked over, they found no one following Allen.

It's strange, it shouldn't be, did Allen leave that unlucky Marshall there?

What kind of international joke are you kidding? Judging from the way that kid was carried away, something might have happened.

"Where's Alan-Marshall? Didn't you just leave him where he was?"

This question received a roll of the eyes from Allen. Are you kidding? If you didn't just throw him over there, why would you treat him like a lightbulb?

The light bulb is not just a light bulb, because there is also a sufficient amount of dog food handed over from time to time - whoever likes to stare, Allen has no intention of holding on.

He twisted his lips - "Do you still need me? If you are interested, go over there and take a look and you will know everything." Allen pointed in the previous direction angrily - this dog food he

How can it be exclusive? Of course it must be shared by everyone.

Anyway, judging by how sticky the two are, they will be handing out dog food in person in a few days, so it’s not too much to go and watch now.

Is there such a thing?

He was stunned for the remaining few minutes, leaving Allen behind and running to watch the theater one by one - which made Allen roll his eyes and bid farewell to these gossips.

About half an hour later, when Allen had finished washing and was reading a book, the door was opened, and then, a group of singles who had suffered more than a thousand real injuries came back. It was obvious that these people's late-night snacks were something like that.

There was no need to eat as it was stuffed full of dog food.

After a long time, Marshall returned to the place where he lived. The boy was still drunk, but he had a happy smile on his face, which made the group look quite unhappy. Unfortunately, just before they tortured this guy, this guy

The kid just lay down on the carpet and let out a loud cry without leaving any opening.

"Hey! Marshall—wake up!"

There was no movement at all. Even after being pushed a few times, there was still no response. Classmate Marshall even let out a loud cry soon.

...

The group of singletons looked at each other and gave up the plan of interrogation - they will come back to round up this kid tomorrow.

After working for a long time, several people were tired. After saying good night to each other, they each returned to their modified tents (why Allen and the others would have an extra tent is a very humane question). As for the downturn,

Marshall on the ground - there is a carpet on the ground anyway, so it's not a bad person to sleep on, so who cares about him!

——

The next day, it was another rare good weather.

Although the students here were bragging that their principal had directly used magic to break a storm, many people planned to experience this magical magic and especially hoped that there would be some kind of typhoon that they and others would encounter, but obviously they

The principal is not from a juggling class. Besides - even if there is a typhoon or something, it will never affect the protective magic densely attached to the school, and there is no need for the principal to take any action.

Allen believes this statement - when the Ministry of Magic in the United States was at its most critical, wasn't it saved by a heavy rain created by magic? Although that time was the work of magical creatures, Allen believes that someone can definitely do something in this regard.

Develop this kind of idle and painful magic.

That's right, it's just a pain in the ass - this kind of magic can't be cast casually.

Not to mention the huge amount of magic power that needs to be consumed, the corresponding casting gestures and spell research, even the casting materials are a pain in the ass to prepare - think about Voldemort's resurrection magic and you will know how troublesome this thing is.

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Wait a minute - Allen suddenly thought of the place in Uganda he had been to before. It seemed like there was magic that could change the weather on a large scale. This made Allen sigh silently and continued to search for information.

Sorry - the renovation of the tent is not finished yet.

Before he could study for long, others got up one after another.

Everyone greeted Allen who was reading a book outdoors and walked towards the largest tent that had been renovated - the washing area was removed and is currently being used by a few of them.

The noise from the crowd was probably too loud, so Marshall finally woke up after sleeping on the carpet all night.

Rubbing his body, which was sore from sleeping on the ground, Marshall's face looked unusually calm - almost terrifyingly calm.

"Marshall—you kid is awake!"

Everyone waited for Marshall to finish washing up and then gathered together to make fun of him. However, there was no trace of joy or shyness on Marshall's face, only calmness.

This performance made the people who were originally teasing this boy feel that something was wrong - what happened? It was obviously not successful? Why does this boy look so ugly?

Looking at the group of roommates gathered around him, Marshall took a breath.

"Okay - don't comfort me. I can bear what happened yesterday. There is no need for you to comfort me - just let me be quiet and accept the result."

With a slight sigh, Marshall turned around and packed up his things - leaving his roommates in embarrassment.

"What's going on? Wasn't it fine last night?" Allen was the first to break the calm - "Did anything change when you were there? Why are you like this all of a sudden?"

"No - nothing had changed when we walked away!" Others also looked confused.

"Didn't you make a noise? Then the girl got angry?"

"Are you kidding me? How is it possible? Besides, according to Senior Alyssa's temper, the most she can do is beat us up. How can she be really angry?"

"Could it be that Marshall's kid got out of his mind and said something he shouldn't have said? That guy's IQ has been declining rapidly recently, and I don't know what's going on."

"It's possible - it's hard to say. We're slowly getting closer to this. Maybe this is the case. Hey - never mind, we can't help you much. Let's pack up and go to class together."

Facts have proved that Marshall's mood is quite stable, and he can even complain about Allen and others' behavior of leaving him on the carpet - causing him to feel pain all over his body. However, Allen and the others looked at this kid and seemed to smile out of his mouth.

Yes, I didn't tease him more - after all, this kid's situation was not right, so it was better not to say anything more.

However, when they arrived at the classroom, everyone including Allen was dumbfounded - it was obviously a fourth grade course, but there was an extra person in the classroom.

Everyone present was familiar with this person - Alisha from fifth grade Hufflepuff. The prefect looked at the curious eyes around her and was a little flustered, but she quickly calmed down and glanced around.

——Under the offensive look in her eyes, all the fourth grade students trembled. There was nothing they could do. This was the intimidation brought about by her status as a prefect and her years as the eldest sister among Hufflepuff girls.

However, Allen and the others were confused at this moment - what kind of operation is this?