when harry potter met league of legends

More than 80% of people made a plan on the first day of summer vacation, and marked the arrangements for the entire vacation in an orderly manner. On this plan, everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

It couldn't be more perfect.

Unfortunately, according to incomplete statistics, that form often fails to last even a week and is sacrificed honorably - this is a sad story.

This is the twentieth day with no Slytherins to bully, I miss them.

This is the 20th day without a first win, so sad.

This is the twentieth day that the homework has been completed, laziness.

Well, there's nothing wrong with it - before getting on the train, Alan's holiday homework was already completed. Don't underestimate the method he specially developed to make up for his homework some time ago. In order to make his summer vacation easier before the holiday, Alan

As I was doing it, I found that the accumulated homework had turned into clouds in front of the quill that was working at the same time.

He lazily basked in the sun, then lazily turned over, picked up the already hot orange juice next to him, tapped it with his fingers, and suddenly felt a chill. He drank a big sip, and then closed his eyes -

-The magic wand is still upstairs in the accommodation far away. Only a ghost can find it without traces' help! At this moment, he has turned into a salted fish who doesn't want to do anything, which pisses off a bunch of little gangsters who are doing their homework.

They were envious for a while, and then they were scolded by Mother Teresa who came to help from the orphanage, and they had to continue to work on their homework.

As for why Allen survived? Ahem, the answer is quite simple. In the past few years, his transcripts have been read. In the eyes of the dean and others, almost all of Allen's grades are

It's A - yes, Hogwarts transcripts are magical. If it's a Muggle, both the courses and the grade scores are extremely normal. Well, even in an orphanage, study well

You can still do whatever you want.

Just when he was about to catch up on another night's sleep, a shadow directly blocked the sunlight. Annie, wearing a floral skirt and a straw hat with a blue ribbon, stood next to Allen's lounge chair, with written all over her face.

Helpless: "Brother! You haven't been out for a whole week! Even if you are injured, there is no need! Besides, where are you injured?"

Allen spread his hands: "Okay, now I'm sick - I have a strange disease that causes death if I move around, and I'm currently undergoing self-medication. Be good, don't make trouble, I want to be quiet."

A small hand was placed on Allen's forehead, and the slightly cold feeling made Allen feel unusually comfortable in the hot summer. Unfortunately, the owner of the hand moved away after a moment, his eyes full of "You are a big liar"

Meaning, accompanied by a pain in her calf, Annie rolled her eyes and left.

That stinky girl is really working hard!

Allen almost jumped out of the chair, but he held it back, rubbed his sore calves, gave up the plan of sleeping again, and began to make plans.

The reason why he caught up on his sleep during the day was entirely because he was doing something at night - although he didn't know if this method would be useful, he had to make preparations in advance. As for why he slept so much during the day, there is no need to discuss it further.

——It’s a holiday, you have to rest.

He is almost entangled like never before. No one knows that the most important node for the future direction of the British wizarding world is in his hand at this moment. Whether to advance or retreat is completely in his mind - even if he is now extremely powerful

, Allen is still semi-confused.

As for why it became like this, it all started a week ago - that day, Allen hadn't even started to live a salty life during the day. He was taking Annie to stroll around Diagon Alley while shopping for snacks, each with an ice cream and watching the bustling crowd.

The scenery of Diagon Alley, preparing to kill the time that would be spent doing nothing if I returned now.

During this period, Alan successfully picked up a leak - there was a guy who looked like he was not licensed by the Ministry of Magic and was selling fake potion materials. However, relying on his superb knowledge of potions, Alan successfully identified it.

Three of the precious plants were regarded as cheap herbal plants, and then they were successfully taken advantage of and bought a large box of raw materials.

For such a kid who was taken advantage of, the honest-looking wizard pretended to be a good person and wrapped the dusty and dirty box with five Knot worth of the Daily Prophet - "This is extremely precious.

A dilapidated family that is good at making potions sold the materials because of poverty, and the effect is somewhat lost, otherwise it would not be so cheap!"

It's completely nonsense - these fake herbs are all from this year, and the fake methods are not clever enough to show that they have been left for too long. Who are you kidding!

However, Allen still acted like a half-informed connoisseur who bought it because of course I understood this. After exchanging words with the old wizard who was selling him, Allen turned around and started to pack up his trophies.

——I made about ten galleons.

A little proud of himself, he glanced at the newspaper casually while showing off to Anne - on the Daily Prophet wrapped in the box, it was clearly written that the match would be carried out in ten days, and that this year's Prophet had been booked before the deadline.

The people in the daily newspaper conducted a lottery with a huge prize share, and the prize amount was quite considerable.

At that time, Allen was quite indifferent to this information - he did not believe that he had the face to win this big prize, and he was very satisfied with his luck to be able to survive in this country full of Europeans.

I don’t expect to be a European emperor in this place where Europeans gather.

However, as a ginger pet cat jumped over, he suddenly thought of a person or a mouse—Scabbers!

Suddenly, a series of information connected in his mind - Scabbers, Sirius, prison break, dementor riot.

The starting point of all this was none other than the lottery from the Daily Prophet - if he remembered correctly, in this lottery, the Weasley family won the annual award. In their

When the acceptance speech was announced, a photo of Ron's family was published in the Daily Prophet, and in the photo, Banban was prominently listed.

Next, the Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge, in a political show, came to the place that wizards least want to mention - Azkaban.

There, when Minister Fudge was putting on a show, he even handed a newspaper to Sirius in order to take photos for the show (Fudge refused to admit this, and even ordered the Dementors to spread the news in the Ministry of Magic that Sirius had already

Knowing the falsehood of this incident, and sealing up this forged truth from newspapers, so that people would believe it more.) However, what he did not expect was that Sirius recognized Scabbers.

Next, of course, Sirius escapes from prison, Scabbers escapes, and Voldemort gets his servants, giving him a chance to make a comeback - it's that simple, a horse nail, destroying a kingdom. (To be continued)