when harry potter met league of legends

Although this unknown person died in an unclear manner and did not even have a will, causing countless alpacas to rush through Allen's heart, but this did not affect his mood of looking for trophies at all - finally (?)

If you win, how can the opponent give up all the magic equipment so easily?

In the spirit of shameful waste, Allen picked up the stick immediately.

Well, it doesn't look good, and there is even a gap at the bottom, as if it was knocked out by a stone. Take it and match it with a broken bowl, and you can travel all over the world from now on.

Although the system has no need for this thing at all, there is no doubt that this is definitely a treasure - I just don’t know when it was passed down.

Due to geographical relations, wizards in various magical circles use different wands. In Uganda, they even use their hands as wands. Therefore, it is feasible to call the wooden stick in front of you a wand. The only regret is that although it looks like

Good stuff and good material, but it's not suitable for Allen.

Wizards and wands choose each other. From enrollment to now, Allen's pursuit and stance have not changed. His wand has been serving him loyally and has been doing a good job. Therefore, even if this wooden wand

The stick is very strong, and even if it becomes stronger after being processed by Mr. Ollivander, it will not affect Allen's choice - well, it is so willful!

Therefore, this extremely powerful stick was thrown into the bag by Allen and became a toy for Galleons.

Great, next thing.

The second thing I pulled out was a tattered straw bag with several magic traps on it, but they were all trivial.

Although the space folding spell is not a standard feature for wizards, if you are at Allen's level and cannot master this spell, you are obviously not qualified to do it - given that the other party claims to have been here for more than two hundred years, there is no doubt that all the other party's

All the belongings should be here.

As soon as he opened the bag happily, Allen threw the bag out, and his heart once again leaped through countless mythical beasts.

There is a big difference between wizards and cultivators. After all, they cannot live without food. It is still necessary to eat, drink, and sleep. Although his plan cannot be interrupted at will, he can definitely leave when the absorption process stabilizes.

, similar to how a compound medicine needs to be boiled for a month.

People have three urgent needs - when he couldn't leave, this old bastard invented an artifact like never before...

Anyway, Allen's heart is broken and desperate - some people will disgust you even if they die, but you can't do anything to them - the other person is dead, what can you do to him?

After all the bad luck in his heart, Allen cautiously took action again - this time there would be nothing wrong with the bag made of deerskin, right?

After a while, he put down the bag again - it contained pieces of dried meat and water. The other person probably would go out to replenish food after a long time, so all he kept was this stuff.

He felt a little sorry for this unknown opponent. The opponent worked so hard, but why did he lose without using any of his ultimate moves?

This is simply a matter of dying with eyes closed. It is estimated that he has lived a comfortable life for only a few days in the past two hundred years. However, all the hard work for so many years was in vain. After working hard for so many years, he died like this - the heavenly being in the sky,

How unfair!

He felt sorry for this old man in his mouth and heart, but Allen's movements in his hands did not stop - time is money, my friend.

Well, it's the last bag - it must not have escaped this time. If there is another mistake this time, he will be really crazy.

After patiently opening the magic on the bag, Allen carefully took out the contents.

First, there is a large pile of paper - above is the wizard's diary. Ignore him for now. Although the information in it is very valuable, let's put it aside for now.

A change of clothes—Gunchu, who would be interested in a shabby old man’s clothes.

A shriveled money bag that makes one question one's life - there are enough gold galleons in it to be counted on one hand, and Sickle and Nat combined don't have enough money for one galleone.

Then—no more.

Not even a Knut left - just so poor.

The bag was empty, and when the mice came, they would run out crying.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Allen began to quickly flip through the notes - maybe the old man was afraid that he had forgotten to record them.

As a result, it was better not to look at him, but when I looked at him, he started to roll his eyes continuously - out of pure frustration.

Except for real magic props, other disposable items will expire in a few years, just like ordinary invisibility cloaks - and those real magic props are regarded as family heirlooms and cannot be easily leaked.

At first, the old man had a magic prop - unfortunately, he sold it.

Two hundred years of living expenses is not a small amount of money, and he has nowhere to make money these years. As for grabbing a handful, something that would attract others' attention, he would not do it until he succeeds.

He was a wizard who was born into three serving families. When he was born, the other two families had died out - and although he had very different talents, the magic passed down from his family in this environment could not satisfy his desire to become powerful.

need.

Allen chose to ignore all the bloody family content such as why he had to become powerful. Anyway, later on he started to think about this tomb - since the family was still quite strong at the time, he could only look for it elsewhere.

The road came - and it was obvious that he had succeeded.

His previous statement was half true and half false - the adults in the tomb also tried to be resurrected by the power of Baqi, but he, with a flash of inspiration, cut off this power - those who were placed in the grave...

He used the magic props on the shelf to become a secondary passage.

Every half a year, he would go out to replenish food, but his money was quickly spent. In order not to disturb anyone, he even hid from his tribesmen, so he had no idea that their tribesmen were completely dead.

As a result, several treasures passed down in the family became cheaper for the fox.

In order to survive, he had no choice but to sell the only magic items he could use - and then he managed to survive for so long.

Then, hard working, tenacious and self-improvement, he died.

This is a sad story.

In response to this, Allen couldn't say anything except shit - his hands were too dark this time, and no treasure box fell.

The magic props placed there in front of him are for everyone to watch. Unless he hacks his teammates, there is no way to get them. At the moment, Allen doesn't want to hack his teammates. This goes against the rules.

He has exceeded the bottom line he originally set for himself, especially the fox, which he still has to protect. Although it seems that it is only a little exceeded, doing so once may be more excessive next time, and he will never take the initiative to break it.

"Poor guy!"

Allen angrily walked towards the pile of stones - this was the last valuable thing.