when harry potter met league of legends

Lunch was quite sumptuous. Although it was a bit incongruous that the staple food was bread, the current situation could only be like this. After eating and drinking, Allen and Annie chatted for a while before having to deal with the afternoon exam.

——Everyone has to wait patiently before the competition, especially since he is still a prefect, so he has to maintain the order of the exam.

What happened in the morning has obviously spread, and now the students are secretly talking about him when they look at him - they know what they are about without listening.

Naturally, you can't control someone else's mouth. Besides, there is no good way to deal with it. Allen can only pretend that he doesn't know anything, and organizes the exam team with a serious expression - but his inner desire to complain can't be controlled.

Just can't help it.

When he passed in front of the twins, George stopped him and winked at him. He knew he had something to say at a glance, which made him interested. Seeing that no professor was coming, he walked over.

"Hey, Allen, you did well in the exam in the morning. Are you sure about it in the afternoon?"

...

A friendship boat like yours can easily capsize - can we still have a good chat, I ask?

As a result, Allen directly responded with a huge eye roll: "Why are you so happy? How did you do on the exam this morning?"

"Don't talk about the exam when you are so happy - we succeeded!"

What?

Allen was confused - what happened? Can you explain it more clearly?

"Oh, that's it, the one we talked about last time -" Fred looked extremely nervous, but he refused to explain clearly. He had an expression on his face like "Why are you so stupid..."

Can you please speak nicely?

Allen was confused and was about to ask more carefully when the small room in the auditorium opened and Professor Flitwick appeared: "Alan - Alex - Andy - Augustine, come in and take the exam!"

The professor started shouting, and naturally Allen couldn't ask any more questions. After giving the twins a "see you soon" look, he followed the other three people and walked towards the auditorium.

When Professor Flitwick was about to assign him an examiner, a witch who was the leader of the examiners over there suddenly spoke:

"Alan? Is he the little Hufflepuff wizard we were discussing at noon?"

"That's right, Professor Marchban, that's him, the prefect of Hufflepuff, a very good young man." Professor Flitwick patted Allen's shoulder and said. (The professor originally planned to pat Allen's big arm.

Yes, but Allen bent down in cooperation - he respected this knowledgeable professor with elf blood. When he was in the first or second grade, he asked for advice on super-class magic. This professor never refused.

Pass him.)

Professor Flitwick's tone was very respectful - after all, the other person's identity is there, the examiner of Dumbledore's graduation exam, a legendary witch of a generation, March class - a person who is worthy of respect regardless of age, experience, or knowledge.

people.

"Very good, kid, come to me." Allen was called directly over and sat down in front of the wooden table.

There was originally a very beautiful egg cup on the table, but after he sat down, the cup disappeared with a wave of Professor Marchban's hand.

"Okay, don't be nervous -" the professor's voice was loud, but not harsh, and even seemed to be suppressing it as much as possible. Judging from her appearance, she was already very old, and the wrinkles on her face were densely packed like spider webs.

Same - this is normal, after all, Dumbledore is already one hundred and twelve this year, and Professor Marchban is still his examiner...

At this moment, the students on the other tables all started - they were asked to cast various spells on the cups on the table to show their ability to control spells, but obviously this was not the routine for Allen.

"Whatever you want, kid - for example, a spell that surprises me?" The professor's tone was casual, but the request was not low.

Obviously, Allen's test was special - after all, his performance in the morning was really outstanding.

Fortunately, he is not a coward.

"As you wish." Allen easily pressed his hand on the table, and then the whole table began to creak, as if something was about to dismantle it. Along with the noise, there were more and more small noises.

Small buds emerged from the joints of the table, and then grew rapidly - as if it was originally a tree that withered in winter and began to sprout rapidly in the spring breeze.

As time went by, the branches and leaves became more and more dense, and countless green leaves began to emerge, and then grew and stretched, completely covering the original appearance of the entire table - in the end, at the top of the branches

, each rose-colored bud grew from small to large, from shallow to dark, and slowly squeezed open. In an instant, a strong floral fragrance attacked the entire room.

"Pah!" "Pah!" "Dong-gulu..."

As the fragrance of flowers spread, three sounds rang out from different tables - the candidates with Allen and his group were still taking the test seriously, but after being attacked by the strong fragrance of flowers, they were directly distracted, leading to manipulation.

The thing fell down directly.

At this moment, their hearts are broken - are we testing the same thing?

Not to mention them, even their examiner couldn't help but tilted his head and looked at Allen's performance over there, still pressing his hands on the table.

Under everyone's gaze, the newly bloomed flowers bloomed at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the fragrance became more and more intense. When the fragrance reached its peak, Allen slowly lifted his fingers from the table.

He left, his face turned slightly pale (this was an act), and he began to exhale for a long time.

As Allen's hand left, the flowers that were still in full bloom quickly withered. The clusters of flowers broke into pieces. Countless petals fell from the air and scattered all over the ground. The branches and leaves also quickly withered.

At the end, the bare branches and the table holding the branches fell apart with a clicking sound, revealing the rotten wooden boards on the ground.

After a period of daze, starting from the March class, applause broke out from the hands of the professors present.

Professor Marchban's wrinkles were softened by her smile. She applauded and said in her voice that could not be lowered: "It's great - an unforgettable performance, an unexpected magic. There is no doubt that your

The performance matches your morning results very well, and I would like to say that this surprise is beyond imagination for me."

"Great, kid, I think you can go and get some butterbeer or something to celebrate this O." The professor's voice even rose to a higher pitch - Allen wasn't sure if it could be heard outside.

I don’t know why, but I feel so ashamed... (To be continued)