when harry potter met league of legends

In the evening of that day, Allen released several spells to remove the curse and stayed in his tent to study the information. Next to him, Annie was holding a basket of freshly made red bean cakes and holding a book.

The two of them chatted with each other, and neither of them had any intention of going out to celebrate - but I have to say that the Gryffindors did have a great time, after all, they defeated their old enemy again.

Just when Allen was about to go out to get some food to bring back to eat, a commotion suddenly came from a distance, but with the light of dozens of magic spells lighting up, the commotion quickly subsided - it was the worst time here today.

Who is seeking death in this heavily guarded moment?

Allen wanted to join in the fun at that time, but he stopped as soon as he took the step - he wasn't going there! With his luck today, it would be a ghost if he didn't get involved!

As a result, Allen went out to grab some food and stayed away from the crowd of spectators - thanks to their onlookers, he didn't have to queue up.

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On the other side of the campus, the faces of several wizards who came out to maintain order were a little livid - they had just proudly launched an invasion against criminals with zero casualties during the day, but something happened here in the evening.

At this moment, dozens of young wizards were clearly divided into two groups on the ground. Almost all of them had injuries on their faces. Seven or eight people had their noses broken. Some even had their arms broken. They were covering their heads at the moment.

The arm groaned in pain. Normally, it would have been treated immediately, but the person who came to deal with it today had no such intention at all.

Naughty children have never been an easy creature to manage, especially when each of them holds something as lethal as an RPG, the difficulty of this problem has increased countless times - don't think that wizards are better than middle-aged players of the same age.

The two young men are well-behaved, sensible and obedient.

They will even attack their opponents before the Quidditch game, trying to get their opponents to lie in the hospital before the game to gain an advantage for their team - Slytherin once tried to do this to Gryffindor once, and it was even more terrifying.

The thing is, this kind of behavior is completely within the rules - the punishment you receive is at most a period of confinement.

After all, this is really nothing compared to the fact that players may be killed during the game, which is a common thing - Quidditch has had the smell of blood from the moment it was born.

This is true among students from the same school, but what about between schools from different schools?

Okay, that's a bit heavy-handed.

To put it simply, a group of senior kids from Ilvermorny set up an ambush on the way the Japanese team was marching. In order not to attract the attention of the school, they directly disarmed the opponent's wand and relied on their own grade.

With the advantage of being tall and strong, he directly rushed into the opponent's team and started a hand-to-hand fight.

This is a very clever approach. Compared with using magic directly, the damage caused by fists is indeed less likely to attract the attention of professors, but today is an exception.

As the attacked party, the Japanese wizards were quickly sent to the hospital for treatment - but one of their chasers and batters was seriously injured. Whether they can compete normally tomorrow is still a question, even if

Being able to play, his strength must be compromised.

In the following time, Principal Ilvermorny's roar could barely be heard even by Alan who was hiding in his own camp.

"You cowards! Trash! Despicable sneak attackers! Dirty wizards! Shame on Ilvermorny! Who on earth instilled such filthy ideas into your uncivilized brains and implemented them?

Is your honor so cheap? Isn’t it possible to fight openly and honestly? Who is the leader! Stand up for me!"

In a large crowd of onlookers, the little wizards who had their wands removed by the professors were trembling, but no one stood up and no one identified them.

This made their principal start to scan the culprits with cold eyes - the momentum accumulated in the past made every guy he stared at stop and dare not look at him, but no one

Identify the leader.

The stiff expression on his face that was usually filled with his signature fake smile became a little darker. He called a professor directly and gave a few instructions in a low voice, but the professor was shocked. However, he tried to distinguish.

The professor flinched when he stared into the almost emotionless eyes of his principal.

Soon, a brown whip with a few black stains was brought up. While the Ilvermorny professors were silent, the legs of the offenders began to tremble involuntarily - since the founding of the school.

The whip was handed down as the ultimate tool of punishment, second only to expulsion.

"Perhaps, someone can tell me now who made this suggestion?" The principal's face began to calm down, and even his signature smile appeared again. However, none of the offenders relaxed their minds. Instead, they felt like a bucket of ice.

The water poured directly on my head.

At this moment, a prefect from Ilvermorny stood up, moving slowly, and if you look carefully at his legs, you can see a trace of trembling: "Headmaster - it's me."

What he responded to was a whip that made the air scream. As the whip was struck, the prefect rolled into a shrimp on the ground. He firmly covered the part that was whipped, and subconsciously said "

He screamed, and from the part that was pulled away but could not be covered, a flash of lightning could be seen. The deep red scar was swelling rapidly, as if there was some foreign object under the skin.

"it's me?"

A flash of lightning flashed through the air, and another crack appeared in the thick winter coat. At the same time, there was a scream.

"You can actually be so shameless and say such things as if it's a holiday at this moment, as if nothing is wrong?"

With the angry words, another whip was drawn, but this time the whip was too hard and hit the ground directly, leaving a deep black whip mark, causing the wizards who were watching to take a breath.

Unfortunately, the person who did it had no intention of stopping. Instead, he whipped the participant standing aside with his backhand. With just one whip, the adult wizard flew out with his ripped clothes.

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The headmaster of Ilvermorny began to wave his whip like a harvester, hitting all the students on the ground without missing a single one. Only then did he return and continue to look at the prefect who was able to get up a little.

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"A bunch of cowards!" The whip came back.

"Shameless!"

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At the end of the beating, even the insulting words were gone, only the sound of the whip whipping up the air was left - and the clothes of the prefect in front of him had been torn into pieces, with purple streaks

There were swollen scars all over his body, and dark red stains formed by the blood being dried by electricity were everywhere.

Finally, the principal of the Japanese wizard school who couldn't stand it stopped him - even so, he still threw out the last two whips.

Then, the whip was thrown, leaving the students wailing on the ground and disappearing. (To be continued)