when harry potter met league of legends

Problems must be solved when encountering them, especially now that Allen has nothing to do - in short, Allen's free time is a pain in the ass.

So, he took the initiative to approach the professor who was still instructing everyone, and asked softly: "Professor, can I help my classmates?"

"Of course, kid, this is a commendable behavior, go ahead." The professor had a cowardly expression on his face. Apparently Allen's outstanding performance made him selectively forget the previous conflict - well, I'm sorry, good grades.

Of course you can do whatever you want.

As a result, the warm-hearted classmate Allen naturally started walking around the classroom, and it looked like that.

"Brother, there's a mix-up there. Be careful of the explosion. By the way, do you know what happened today?"

"Thanks, I didn't know, I was asleep at the time."

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After similar answers occurred many times, Allen finally found out the source of everything - the person responsible for identifying him from the crowd and betraying the revolution was none other than the junior wizard of their own college, classmate Selma.

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It is said that she also successfully passed some of the professor's questions and successfully received rewards from the professor.

With the steam coming out of the crucible, Allen listened to the Hufflepuffs at the same level complaining to him. Thelma in the front row would turn his head to look here from time to time because of a guilty conscience, which made people feel even more...

, the urge to blackmail her once.

Obviously, the classmate who filed the complaint also thought so.

Thelma is a good classmate--except for her somewhat careless personality, she doesn't have any major faults. Of course, this is in the eyes of her classmates.

The real situation is that she is the culprit who took the lead in destroying the school's herbal greenhouse and turning the contents into food. Of course, she has very good cooking skills and quite unique seasonings - she is a mixed race, something special in the Chinese magic world.

She can get some herbs.

Unfortunately, she couldn't stand the crowd. After most of them were used by the Hufflepuffs at once, due to the lack of seasoning, she had no choice but to announce that it could only be used on important festivals in the future - she didn't even have enough to eat, after all.

Some things were embargoed, so she could only bring them over secretly.

Is it too much to seize this opportunity to extort a meal? No! After quietly signaling the classmate to keep quiet and let's make a fortune together, Allen moved to the table in front of him, and then he realized that there were more than one person coming over.

One person and another little girl, because of their size, most of their faces were blocked by the table, so he couldn't see clearly in front of them.

This is normal. If they keep up with nutrition at their age, it is normal for them to grow six to seven centimeters a year.

At this moment, she was lying on the table, writing furiously on a piece of parchment that was very familiar to Allen. It looked like the thing he was rewarded with. It was probably the reward given to Selma by the professor. It was strange, how could these two people get along with each other?

Mixed together?

It doesn't matter, anyway, Hermione is one of our own, and she will help when it comes to blackmailing - after all, being appreciated by this professor, is it because she and she can answer the question together? It's possible, but it doesn't matter.

Allen knocked on Thelma's desk, and under the cover of the smoke, he made a serious face: "Student Thelma, I think you know what I want to express without me having to say more, right?"

The fact that she had a guilty conscience made the originally careless girl frightened, and she hurriedly pulled her friends around to pray for help - they met in the library, and they came to class today and encountered this kind of thing.

Unfortunately, the look Hermione gave her when she found out who the visitor was was asking for blessings - although the prescription was shared by everyone, the betrayal had nothing to do with Hermione. After all, Hermione was under the control of the professor's magic.

She was completely ignored because she was too short. She couldn't jump up and prove herself, right?

At this moment, the potion in the pot is already half-formed. The sea-blue potion is constantly rolling, and the smoke it brings out makes Allen's blackmail face even more terrifying.

Although she knew that Allen would not pursue it too closely, Selma still offered a very high price: "I will give you half of the seasoning. I owe you a favor. How about letting this matter go?"

Well, he is worthy of being a wizard who can find ingredients in the Forbidden Forest. Even in this situation, he can offer his price reasonably. Although it is a bit high, Allen personally doesn't mind at all.

Although it didn't turn out to be as big a meal as she had imagined, you could make it yourself if you had the condiments, especially since the quantity was quite reasonable - so, Ellen left the cauldron they shared with satisfaction and started to look for other pots.

I have a dinner date tonight.

There is no doubt that everyone is very happy about this wave of fighting against rich people to divide their land. Originally, Allen thought that blackmailing for a meal would be enough, but the other party was actually bleeding so much, so let's have fun together.

In this way, in this Potions class, Allen ran around in the name of guidance and solved a lot of small problems by the way. This caused the professor to greatly change his view of him out of misunderstanding. In the end, Allen even changed his mind.

In the end, all remaining punishments were wiped away.

This incident made Selma, a classmate who was blackmailed, roll her eyes angrily, but unfortunately it was of no use as she was the only victim.

However, Allen didn't take it seriously with a playful smile. He turned to look at Hermione: "Hey, Hermione, aren't your first and second grade classes very heavy? How come you have time to miss classes?"

Hermione spread her hands: "Half of the classes have been cancelled, and now the highlight of the college is the Quidditch match - Harry and the others are almost being monitored by Professor McGonagall for four hours."

Ahem, it's understandable, especially after what happened over the weekend, the protection of the Quidditch team must be the focus, especially now that Gryffindor is only one step away from the championship. As a once excellent Quidditch player,

Professor McGonagall takes this seriously.

As for Hermione, she couldn't even fly well, let alone Quidditch - she didn't know much about the game.

Therefore, this is a true academic master. Thinking about the fact that he initially thought about skipping classes, but ended up skipping more classes than anyone else, Allen couldn't help but feel guilty for a while, but this idea was soon discussed as to how to get high for dinner.

The classmates gave up, and the unlucky Selma classmate was even forced to sell herself and have to count the money. After being begged by some of the girls she liked, she agreed to cook in person in the evening.

In front of the next classroom door, two students who were skipping class separated from Allen and the others. They had their own classes to attend, unlike Allen and the others, who had no classes today.

"Guys, there's nothing going on today, we can have fun!" Marshall stood up and roared full of energy.

However, what greeted him was a bunch of tired and weak eyes, and the word "oh" poured out like cold water - most people didn't sleep well. They were better in class before, but now they all want to catch up on their sleep.

The breeze blows, and the campground is full of snoring...(To be continued)