when harry potter met league of legends

Of course I know the Allen who rushed over, but his signature mean smile of the past has disappeared. Combined with his shouting, it can be imagined that this time the matter is not a small trouble.

Fortunately, even though he was very anxious, the prefect still did not lose his narrative ability, and soon Alan and Professor McGonagall got a rough idea from him while walking.

The thing was quite simple - Huang He ran away with his sister-in-law, bah, no, the fat lady disappeared.

Who is the Fat Lady?

An oil painting, the Fat Lady is the character in the painting, and this painting is firmly stuck at the entrance to the Gryffindor father-in-law's lounge.

For hundreds of years, she has been fulfilling her position as the Guardian of Gryffindor very well, and she is very dedicated to her duties. Even if she occasionally dines with people in other paintings, she always does so in her own photo frame and never leaves her job.

And her disappearance directly caused a lot of Gryffindor students to become homeless. However, this trivial matter was not enough to make a prefect panic - what was important was that when the Fat Lady disappeared, her shelter

, the oil painting itself has been torn into pieces.

This means that the matter at hand is not an elopement, but an injury case, and a naked challenge to the order of Hogwarts.

However, this moment is obviously not the time for Allen to draw the conclusion (B), because beside him is not only Professor McGonagall, but also Dumbledore, who has white hair and beard. At first, Allen thought he was punished.

He was exposed, but with one look from Professor McGonagall, he followed him obediently...

Dumbledore came with them. At this moment, he glanced over his glasses and came to the conclusion: "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to search for every painting in the castle."

That fat lady. The prefects should be careful to maintain order and avoid chaos. Then they will count the number of people to see if there are any missing persons. If found, immediately search the inside of the castle!"

But obviously the first one was no longer useful, because at this moment someone had come to inform him - even though his attitude was not that good, he still obediently sent the information Dumbledore needed - it was Peeves.

His voice was extremely hoarse at the moment, but judging from the uncontrollable joy on his face and the small dance steps at his feet, it was obvious that he was trying to use his voice to cover up the fact that he was very excited - after all, as a troublemaker,

The elf born in the world, his nature is like this.

"You'll be lucky!" Peeves' eyes were filled with the expression of "Ask me now, I know everything."

Therefore, Dumbledore calmly fulfilled his wish: "What do you mean, Peeves?"

With just such a simple sentence, Peeves quickly revealed the whole thing in his usual smooth voice (which made Alan suspect that the previous tone was deliberately used to attract attention):

"I'm sorry, Mr. Principal. I don't want to be seen. She made a mess. I saw her running past the landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying terrible things." Peeves said happily.

After finishing speaking, I felt that I seemed too excited, so I added a dry and emotionless comment: "Poor thing."

"Did she say who did it?"

"Oh, I told you, Mr. Professor." Peeves said, as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms - but this did not change the fact that he answered the question obediently. "She wouldn't let him in.

He's very annoyed, you know." Peeves somersaulted in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "He's got a bad temper, this Sirius Black."

This Sirius Black - said Peeves.

But his understatement caused a sensation among students no less than dropping a big bomb.

The nerves that had relaxed after not facing danger for a long time suddenly became tense. Allen could clearly hear the inhalation sounds of the students around him, and he could also feel his two arms being pulled tightly from behind at the same time.

It feels like - it's Hermione and Harry.

However, Dumbledore quickly calmed down the situation. He ordered all the Gryffindor students present to return to the auditorium, asked the prefects to maintain order and count the number of people, and asked the professors to notify students in other houses.

go.

Such an orderly arrangement was quickly implemented. It took almost half an hour. All the students had been pulled into the auditorium without missing a single one, and all the professors also arrived at the auditorium - this gave

Students feel safe enough.

"The faculty and I will conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore said to the students. At this time, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick closed all the doors of the auditorium. "For your own safety, I

I think you may have to spend the night here. I ask the prefects to stand guard at the entrance of the auditorium, and the presidents of the boys' and girls' student unions to stay in the auditorium and take charge - report anything to me immediately."

Principal Dumbledore paused for a moment and was about to leave the auditorium when he turned around and said: "Oh, by the way, you will need -" He casually waved his wand and all the long tables flew to the edge of the auditorium and stood against the wall.

Okay; with another wave, the ground was covered with purple sleeping bags. "Sleep well, don't worry." Professor Dumbledore said, and he closed the door when he went out. The auditorium immediately buzzed with excitement.

Voices: Gryffindor students were busy telling other students what had just happened.

...

Allen wanted to roll his eyes unusually - prefects are human beings too, why can't we sleep!

Forget it, it's okay to stay up all night. Although I know that Sirius won't cause trouble, I still have to show it - I'm tired.

Allen's mood became even worse when he saw a couple of guys feeding dog food preparing to drag their sleeping bags to the corner, so he quickly pulled them in and started a small meeting - as he expected

, his agreement about men and women sleeping separately was approved by almost everyone.

Of course, there are several prefects who are also non-singles - but they can't sleep and feel vigilant! How can they watch others show off when they can't complete their ideas even if they have them?

As a result, people who were happily picking up their sleeping bags and ready to look for corners suddenly discovered that the prefects who managed their colleges had changed (in order to avoid the problem of favors, they discussed and chose to change management) - the new people had a different look on their faces.

He excitedly shouted to the crowd: "Hey, it's just you over there! What do you want to do? Arrange them by area, men on the left and women on the right. If anyone doesn't want to, please register your name, and we'll go to the dean's place to do it.

I’ll apply for you!”

Suddenly, the auditorium was abuzz with excitement, men were silent and women were crying - a group of prefects who had to keep vigil were in a great mood.

The only question is - how come there are so many winners on both sides? (To be continued)