when harry potter met league of legends

Crack - the sound of the wooden floor breaking came from Allen's feet. He had just turned over and climbed out of bed and touched the floor with a calm expression. Under the influence of magic, the piece of wood returned to its original state.

Well, very good, I saved another amount of money.

After tearing down two of Fox's guest rooms, he had already lost nearly a hundred Galleons - ordinary things were fine, but things that had a little bit to do with magic could not be easily repaired even with the current mass-produced magic props.

And that stupid fox actually charged him!!!

Especially when there was a housekeeper watching, there was no way he could delay this action - Allen had no doubt that she was just taking revenge on him for shooting her away. It was only twice. How could he be so petty?

After carefully eating a sumptuous breakfast, Allen started another day of basic exercise - except for the unconscious exertion of too much strength just after waking up in the morning, there were no problems today. It can be said that his recovery training has been completed.

It's almost done, after all, he has been working hard for a week.

Well, it took him a whole week to complete the control of power in all aspects of his life, and it took him longer than he imagined - he had to use Valor to ask for leave from the professor again. Fortunately, the professor approved it, otherwise it would be so fun

That's a big deal, absenteeism is an extremely serious behavior even in the wizarding world.

Fortunately, he has finally recovered almost. Occasionally, if there is an accident, it can be remedied without causing too much impact. Therefore, it is time for Allen to say goodbye. After all, his current occupation is that of a student. If he continues to take leave, the professor will

I can't even explain it.

After formally saying goodbye to the fox, Allen didn't even bother to rent Haiyan, and directly used magic to move it to the teleportation point in Mahoutokoro school - those little guys were so cute, he was afraid that he would accidentally shoot them to death...

Unexpectedly - there were not many students here. Instead, after he proved his identity, the professor in charge nodded and put him in.

what's the situation?

Isn’t today the weekend? Why can’t you see anyone on the road?

It doesn't look like something happened, what the hell is this? Allen is full of doubts, but obviously no one can answer his questions at this time - as for the professor who was guarding just now, he doesn't want to get into trouble, he

When he came over, he remembered that he had illegally disapparated. The professor didn't realize that he had been spared a confusion spell, and he would feel uncomfortable if he went back by himself.

Fortunately, this problem did not trouble him for long - after all, it was already dusk today. The moment he passed by the square, a huge crowd came out with cheers. Only then did Allen suddenly realize that today was

There is a competition!

He was so busy these past few days that he almost forgot about the school Quidditch match. He didn't know how the results were, whether Hufflepuff won or not. Forget it, let's not give up expectations. All the people who came in this year were

He is a freshman, how can he win with this kind of configuration? It would be good if he doesn't get beaten.

Just when Allen was thinking about the results of the competition, a group of Hufflepuffs had already walked over - well, familiar faces.

It was that foul look that made Allen have the urge to hit someone. Hey, kid, you know what it means to respect your seniors!

There was no corresponding respect, because the visitor was a Hufflepuff girl. Amidst the looks of disdain, Allen especially wanted to slap Marshall - even though he asked Valor to give him the letter of leave and the letter of explanation that day.

I brought everything back, but this guy definitely didn't control his big mouth, and the story spread before his letter arrived.

What? Is there anyone else present? He can't just accuse people unjustly?

He doesn't care - how can the problem be solved without giving Marshall a few blows? As for other things, Allen can't control it - this is what a bunch of people have seen, how can they trick Marshall?

Psychological compensation is good.

Yes, it's all Marshall's fault!

Out of this consideration, Allen began to search among the crowded crowd - Marshall's boy is still very recognizable and should be fairly easy to find.

In order to prevent damaging anything important, Allen stood very lightly and did not dare to use any extra strength. This attracted the attention of several seniors. When he was looking for Marshall, a bottle of potion secretly slipped out.

After being pushed over, the senior senior still said with an expression like "I've been through this before": "No, this is the energy potion I prepared. You should know how to use it - young people should pay attention to their health."

The boys around him either have envious eyes, burning eyes, or caring eyes - in short, none of them are normal.

After silently making a list in his mind, Allen began to ask them about the competition.

Unexpectedly, the game went very quickly.

Because the time for communication was limited, we simply used a single-elimination competition format - if you lose one game, you will not be eligible to continue.

This is understandable - after all, there is only one champion, and there is no reward for the others. After all, this is just a way to consume the excess energy of the young wizards, not the kind of competition in the academy that is directly linked to results. In addition,

Exchanges do not take place every year, so it is naturally impossible to form such a large-scale competition.

Hufflepuff was unexpectedly eliminated after entering the quarter-finals, and now the top four have been decided - Mahoutokoro, the strongest cat and leopard school in Ilvermorny, and Hogwarts

Gryffindor and Slytherin.

The most promising team at present is the Slytherin team, but Gryffindor is regarded as the weakest - there is no way, there is an equipment problem, the old and new Gryffindor brooms are the worst, and the Slytherins are all the same

Nimbus 001, equipped directly to crush everyone.

However, there will not be a winner next week - it is said that a sponsor spent two thousand galleons today to ask for the title. Under his strong request, the remaining four teams will compete for three or four places.

finals, and the rewards have also been improved - as for the extra week, he will use it for hype.

The school's attitude towards sponsorship is quite rare: it doesn't take any money, and all is spent on rewards - this even makes Allen a little excited, it's a lot of small money!

Of course, it was useless. He couldn't even gather a team to participate, let alone win the championship.

However, the real owner finally appeared belatedly - Marshall came with his dear girlfriend to distribute dog food. His first reaction when he saw Allen was to subconsciously step back.

Sure enough, you kid just didn't do anything good!

Allen took a few steps forward. Although he gathered his strength, several small holes were still left.

Then, he put his hand on Marshall's shoulder - a slight sound of bones was heard. The bone was not broken, but it was definitely painful.

"My dear brother Marshall, I miss you so much after not seeing you for a week - how are you, how have you been recently?" He raised his palm gently and patted it down, but Marshall's shoulders felt numb - [Done, bragging is over.

Found!】

Just when Allen was happily discussing how many times to treat him to save his deeply hurt heart, a faint voice suddenly sounded next to him:

"Brother, good evening - I haven't seen you for more than a week. Did you have fun this time?" (To be continued)