when harry potter met league of legends

After discovering that Slytherin was so tenacious and self-improving, Allen no longer had any resistance to being a permission dog.

It is precisely because of this that the topic turned to the new invention of the twins' vacation - they spent a lot of time during the summer vacation and did a lot of things with the old wands they bought back from Ron. Just because of the trip.

The visit that Jean had arranged with Alan and the others came to nothing - although Charlie was on holiday, the Weasleys went to see him, and the twins even wrote to Alan specifically.

Just when the twins were happily talking about the gadgets they had made, the box door was opened again - well, everyone was here this time, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, not one of them was left behind, they were all here.

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Pudding, who had been paralyzed on the table, suddenly became energetic. He threw himself at Hermione's feet with a meow, and then stared at the Crook she was carrying. At this moment, the ugly cat with quite a personality was staring at Pudding.

The two cats kept meowing in low voices, as if they were talking about something, but it was hard to tell what they were discussing at the moment.

"Oh, no!" Ron screamed miserably. He was afraid that Scabbers would be eaten by Crookshanks, but he forgot that there was a cat with Alan.

Tsk, it would be a good thing if Banban really gets eaten, Allen said with disdain in his heart, but he couldn't say this: "Don't worry, Pudding is so fat that he can't even catch a mouse." These words caused a cry of dissatisfaction.

The cat meowed, but Ron's expression suddenly relaxed - he looked at the size of the pudding and believed Alan's judgment.

This caused a burst of laughter, but Harry not only did not participate, but his face turned slightly pale. He said to Alan as easily as possible: "Alan, I'm sorry, I have a little confusion, can you help me?"

Shall I solve it?"

"Oh, what's the matter? Tell me, as long as you don't ask about the history of magic, it shouldn't be a big problem." Allen responded casually while placing snacks on the table.

"Um, this question is a bit private, can you come out and talk about it?" Harry was obviously hesitant and wanted to chat alone. Alan put down a box of cakes, opened the door of the box and walked out, leading Harry to try to

Find an empty box, but almost everywhere is full.

Until the end, there was still a person in that box. Although he was sleeping soundly, he still did not meet the requirements.

In desperation, Allen had no choice but to gently close the box and use magic to isolate the sound. Although people passing by could see the conversation, they could not hear the content, which was barely enough.

At this moment, Harry's face was quite pale, and the smile he had forced on had disappeared, but there was only determination in his eyes. He asked softly: "Alan, do you know about Dementors?"

Of course I know it, and I even killed it for fun - but obviously I can't talk about this.

"I know, the most loyal lackey of the Ministry of Magic, a filthy soul-extractor, the most depraved magical creature, the caretaker of Azkaban, what's wrong, what's the problem?" Allen was a little confused - you

I have never encountered a Dementor, so what are I afraid of? Shouldn't I ask Sirius about it?

"So, Alan, how many Dementors can you kill now?" Harry asked quickly.

"Well, I don't know much about this since I haven't fought it before, but Dementors are immune to most magic, and I haven't found a specific spell to deal with it. I guess I can't fight it much, but there is still no pressure to run with people."

Allen laughed haha ​​- he couldn't say that if it weren't for the worry of reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic and the need to guard Azkaban, maybe the dementors would have been included in the protection list of rare magical creatures...

This answer obviously did not satisfy Harry, so he asked: "So, if you get it, can you defeat five hundred dementors?"

If not for the solemn look in Harry's eyes, Alan would have thought that he was a secret agent of the Ministry of Magic. He spread his hands and said, "It shouldn't be a big problem - in history, there are dozens of people who have done this.

He's the one who invented the spell, but it's a pity that I don't know how to use the spell now."

Harry's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he asked the next question: "Alan, so, have you ever beaten Sirius Black? That's the fugitive!"

Your godfather will be heartbroken, Harry Allen thought as he replied firmly: "Of course there is no problem - although it may take a little effort, it is impossible for him to win against me."

A light called hope lit up in Harry's eyes, and he carefully asked the last question: "So, Alan, how can I kill Black?"

Your godfather would be heartbroken - wait, why would you do that?

Allen suddenly became serious and his eyes were firm: "Where did you get such unrealistic ideas? Do you know who the other party is? You are just a third-year wizard, and Sirius was a senior in the class they graduated from.

He is the best! Do you know his record? In the last battle, he destroyed a street with just one spell!"

Subconsciously, he used two curled fingers to hit the head of Harry, who was trying to murder his sponsor and his godfather. Allen solemnly said: "Leave the arrest to the Ministry of Magic. As for you, beat Malfoy."

I almost lost, so how could I have the confidence to go to trouble Sirius? He killed one person with a spell!"

Sorry, Mr. Black, I'll take the blame for a while.

However, Allen's preaching was supplemented by Harry: "No, his latest achievement was to kill five hundred dementors, and the Ministry of Magic tried to use dementors to kill him - he was a dangerous person."

People whose parents are dead!”

Wait - who told you this information? You shouldn't know this now!

Harry looked at Allen firmly: "What Malfoy said - he used this to taunt me. I almost got into a fight with him in Diagon Alley. He told me that Black betrayed my parents and now he is coming to kill me again."

It’s killing me! So—Ellen, can you tell me how to kill him?”

...

They are indeed a good team of friends who fall in love and kill each other. This kind of information was informed so much in advance - no wonder Harry asked for the relevant information anxiously. He was trying to determine Black's combat power and try to take revenge personally. Fortunately, he only had it now.

Third grade. If Harry were in fifth grade this year, Alan would be in big trouble. If he didn't protect Sirius, not only might he not be able to collect his debt, but he might also cause tragedy in the world.

"Don't forget, let alone me, even if Dumbledore came in person, it would be impossible for you to defeat Sirius in such a short period of time! Moreover, there is no need for you to worry about safety or anything else - Dumbledore is here.

Bullido exists!"

Dumbledore's name was indeed useful, and Harry's face was obviously relaxed. However, at the next moment, Allen found that Harry's eyes were full of fear, and his face instantly turned pale - this kind of fear that Allen had never felt before.

Read it.

He didn't even need to judge, he already felt that there was something behind him, it was a dementor! (To be continued)