when harry potter met league of legends

Allen felt very tired.

It was extremely difficult to live in the Middle Ages, an era when there were no toilets or toilet paper. He also had to meet all kinds of weird things - God knows what the lord in front of him was thinking. He actually escaped the plague by getting himself into a pig's nest. It was so weird.

Who gave him the idea of ​​personality?

However, seeing the other party suffering, Allen was still very happy in his heart - so he didn't intend to expose this issue. To be honest, if this cheating lord didn't at least know about reporting the plague, Allen would now

So he sent him down.

Resisting the urge to leave, Allen chatted with the lord for a few words and waited for the arrival of the butler who was currently handling all affairs. He decided to leave as soon as he got the information and never talk to the lord again.

I'm just saying it lightly, because it really stinks!

However, the arrival of the butler still gave him a small surprise - because the butler, like the guarding soldier, had his face wrapped in thick linen with a peculiar smell, his voice was rumbling, and he was holding a thick stack of

The parchment recording the relevant data came over respectfully.

Leaving aside the issue of data, an extremely terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Allen's heart - if the lord resists the plague so much, maybe the people below are knowledgeable, and then the content on this layer of cloth will be simply disgusting.

Already...

Trying to shake his head and throw away this unrealistic idea, Allen didn't even give them a good look, and directly pulled Hermione to teleport out, completely ignoring the other party's expression of wanting to talk earnestly - he was afraid that he would want to fight

people.

The location where he reappeared was already the agreed-upon gathering location - if nothing unusual happens, it shouldn't take a whole day for his group of wizards to come back. If everyone reads the information and studies together, it might be faster.

Some.

After all, things like the plague are not that easy to deal with.

After spreading out the map, population and other information, Allen knitted two straw mats and smiled at Hermione:

"I'm sorry, I thought I could go back today, but when things like this happened, I guess you were anxious too, but now I have to ask you to help me again -" He moved some documents over as he spoke -

Depending on Hermione's ability, she might be able to handle these things more easily than him.

"It doesn't matter, it's also a good thing to be able to help those poor villagers - the understanding of plague in this era is really too backward. Usually when I read the information, I thought that those who were hiding in filthy places were hoping that the disease would not land in such filthy places.

"People thought it was just making it up, but I didn't expect anyone to actually do this." Hermione simply trimmed her hair and tied it up - this reminded Alan of when he saw the girls reviewing

The way he lifted up his bangs, he said that he never understood why he was doing this. Could it be to cool down his brain?

But he soon lost the ability to think wildly - because the records of this era were too confusing, especially the simple grammar and so on, which made him even more confused.

In the process of carefully identifying the information and sorting out the ideas, time passed quickly - by the time Allen noticed it, the sky had turned dark, and without lighting, there was no way to decipher the words on the parchment.

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"I didn't expect that time passed so quickly - why did those guys go and haven't come back for so long?" Allen collected some fire starters and made a big fire while looking at He who put his hair down and combed it.

Min said.

"I don't know. Maybe someone has discovered something new. Don't worry, it will be fine." Hermione seemed to be in a good mood. Although there was no way to cure the plague, she already had a clue - she and Ai

Lun has already marked out the list of troops to be mobilized, the villages near the port, and the lands where patients may pass by, which can be considered a good start.

Without more information, they couldn't do more. So, Hermione also put down her work and watched Alan start to cook a large pot of soup - this time it was for multiple people, Ai

It is impossible for Lun to let people work while letting people starve.

It's a pity that until the delicious fragrance of the soup spread everywhere, Alan still didn't wait for his wizard.

This forced Alan to lower the fire to the lowest level, leaving only a tongue of flame licking the bottom of the pot to prevent the soup from drying out.

After waiting for a long time, Allen and the others could only break the white bread into pieces, drink it with the soup, and then continue to wait for people to come back. Allen made a decision.

When the magic disappeared, the wizards had not returned yet, so he went to find them himself.

As time passed, the fire was set up again, and the soup in the pot was replenished and became no longer fresh.

Allen glanced at the moonlight - it was probably around one or two in the middle of the night.

It was supposed to be time to sleep, but how could he leave someone alone and fall asleep peacefully?

Okay, next, follow the trace analysis space and start looking for people - I hope they are just delayed by something.

Just when Allen was about to leave a message to prevent someone from coming back suddenly, following several consecutive sounds, figures appeared in front of him. At a glance, they were all familiar figures.

Yes, back.

Just come back - save yourself the trouble of looking for it yourself.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief and was about to reheat the soup - although he didn't know why it was delayed, it was estimated that the other party didn't have time to eat. Risking his life to come and relieve the plague with him, what's the point of wasting a little time?

He was about to pat his companions on the shoulders and say thank you for their hard work, when he suddenly smelled an extremely choking smell of fireworks.

Even though he stayed by the fire all night and even added fire several times, the smell of fireworks on these subordinates was still pungent. Where did the smell of fireworks come from? You guys went to burn the mountain.

Already?

Be careful, set the mountain on fire and sit in jail!

Allen complained in his heart while continuing to act, but suddenly his heart trembled - wait, set fire?

He couldn't help but look up at everyone. Except for the wizard who was standing slightly ahead of him with a stable and pale face, the others looked either panicked or regretful. No one had a normal face, and even Alan among them.

The remaining magic power can be clearly sensed - it's as if the bubble spell didn't dissipate on its own, but was broken by them.

A gloom could not help but come over him, and Allen suddenly had an extremely bad feeling in his heart.

His face suddenly turned pale because he didn't believe his own judgment, but countless details were telling him that what he judged might be true, and it was probably irreversible. (To be continued)