when harry potter met league of legends

Exams and everything else are just a cloud.

At least in the eyes of a group of old academics, that's how they saw it - although there were a bunch of anxious candidates waiting outside, the professors focused on the discussion and spent more than an hour before they stopped without finishing.

In fact, if the most conscientious Professor McGonagall hadn't remembered that today was an important day for the OL exam, perhaps even more time would have been consumed.

After being reminded by Professor McGonagall, they remembered that there were so many people outside.

Fortunately, none of the examiners present were novices. They didn't panic when things happened. They kicked Allen and the others out with a very calm expression. As for the examinees next to them, they continued to take examinations. The excuse to the outside world was that they suddenly appeared in the examination room.

These situations have been improved after investigation, so now the exam can continue happily.

To be honest, when Allen and the others walked out, the remaining classmate's eyes looked particularly wronged, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

The three people who appeared did not shock anyone else's intuition at all - before they were kicked out, the professor had made it clear that there was no problem with O, so the three of them were relatively high at the moment.

As he walked, Allen looked at the twin brothers who kept expressing their excitement and emotions. While his ears were hurting, he couldn't help but think of the revenge against them just now, so he couldn't help but hum a tune.

Come.

"I have a chicken in my left hand and a duck in my right hand -" Well, after singing halfway through, Allen suddenly realized that he had forgotten the words, so he suddenly switched to another song.

"Little white rabbit, white and white, with two ears standing up——"

"Alan, what are you humming?" Fred obviously heard it and asked curiously.

"Um, it's nothing, just an Oriental tune." Allen smiled awkwardly - he hummed so loudly that he was actually heard.

"Well, it's a good hum -" George rubbed his ears, praised and complained at the same time: "Alan, you used too much strength. This tragic experience reminded me of what happened after I was a child -

It was similar that time, my mother almost pulled our ears off."

"Indeed, it was really dangerous that time - we obviously didn't make any mistakes, why did we still suffer such a big crime?"

Hmm? It's interesting, dear - if you have any unhappy things, please share them as soon as possible, so that everyone can be happy.

George sighed: "We were still young at that time. Bill and Charlie once had a very fierce quarrel and almost fought. We were still children at that time and were almost frightened. Our mother asked them to look after us at that time, but they

It’s so noisy as that.”

"But they have a good relationship now - I think our advice was quite right at the time."

?

The words of the two people stunned Allen - he was confused now.

What and what? Will you be beaten if you break up a fight?

Under Allen's curious eyes, George shrugged his shoulders: "Normal children are frightened, but Fred and I came up with a particularly good idea at that time, so we stepped forward to gather courage.

They started to break up the fight: 'It's not an option for you to argue like this. Do you really want to fight? The mother who is beating her must know about it? Ron is so young, so you can beat him. He is still young anyway and he doesn't hold grudges.

!'"

emmmm?

Damn it, is this brother your biological brother? Are you sure he wasn't picked up?

Fred spread his hands: "The two of them had no reaction at the time, but my mother was very angry - that was the first time we were beaten since we can remember. My ears still remember that feeling, and now I am reliving it."

Already."

It's really a blessing that Ron can live to this day - thinking about the fact that he almost reached an unbreakable vow, Allen couldn't help but sigh at Ron's tenacity.

But it's not easy for Allen to interrupt in other people's housework. Besides, there are exams tomorrow - OL still has two subjects to go, so it will be easy after the exam.

——

Allen undoubtedly got an O in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Although his performance was still outstanding, it was obvious that the professors were used to being amazed and did not cause much discussion - even other students, in

After learning about Allen's performance, everyone was like, oh, it's Allen, then he is indeed awesome. This is a normal thing, is there any need to talk about it?

To be precise, it was not the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that caused the commotion, but the History of Magic.

The professor in charge of the exam was almost standing in front of Allen, just watching him complete all the content one by one.

Just when Allen was nervously spending a long time completing and checking the test paper, the examiner took the paper over and looked at it carefully - it was obvious that he had been staring at this paper for a long time.

As he read the questions one after another, the professor's expression changed from joy at first to surprise, then depression, and finally gnashing of teeth.

This made Alan watch with fear, and it felt like a real exam for the first time.

As the professor finally finished reading the entire test paper, Allen's heart was in his throat - Damn it, you're not going to fail, are you? It's too extravagant to waste precious full marks in the history of magic to qualify?

However, the examiner seemed unable to control his temper - he began to criticize on the spot.

"Why don't you know how to cherish your talent? You have answered all the previous subjects so perfectly, but there are only a few minor problems at most. But in the serious history of magic, there are so many loopholes?"

The professor's eyes were full of disappointment.

"The history of magic is a knowledge that allows us to remember the past - but you have so many loopholes that it completely covers up the excellent performance in the past. I will never give an O to the test paper you completed like this. The grade it obtained is only an E.

!”

The professor said it so heartbreakingly, with an expression as if he was gritting his teeth and hating that iron cannot become steel.

But Allen was confused - Professor E?, you scared me!

At that time, he was not sure whether he could get an E from 0. He expected an A, but the result was an E. It couldn't be more perfect - he still had grades to improve as a prefect, which meant what he was most worried about.

The grade for History of Magic is now confirmed, it is O.

It couldn't be more perfect!

Allen was in a good mood, but he didn't dare to show it on his face at all - if he angered the examiner and the Ministry of Magic, the extra points would not have any influence at all, because the examiners were all very famous people in the industry.

The prefect's authority to add points is obviously not as important as theirs.

Fortunately, the professor was so distressed that he didn't plan to look at him again - it was impossible for Allen to correct the exam paper after he had finished criticizing it, and besides, Allen didn't know what to change.

"Go out, go out, and pay more attention to the history of magic in the future -" After a lesson, the professor felt that the young man in front of him who was not serious and wasting his talent could still be saved, so he kicked him out.

——

After confirming that he was some distance away from the examination room, Allen couldn't help but blow a whistle - the examination was finally over. He had been extremely nervous these past few days.

Even the most uncertain History of Magic can reach O after extra points. What else is he dissatisfied with?

Apart from the fact that there was no scholarship at Hogwarts, he couldn't be happier. He just wanted to find a place to go crazy and celebrate properly.

Perhaps it was the reason why he was so lucky today - just after he had this idea, a bunch of suitable targets appeared.

A group of old acquaintances - seventh grade Slytherins.

He started playing in his second year of school, and everyone is about to graduate as he continues to play.

Wait until next year - how many people will have the courage to sneak attack and ambush themselves?

The expressions on the other side look pretty good, so I guess the test scores should be good - in fact, except for Goyle and Crabbe, the scores of pure-blood families are generally about the same, which is why there were Slytherins in the school in the first place.

The reason why his performance can overwhelm everyone.

Apparently they also saw Allen, and their prefect was also there, and they were stunned when they saw Allen.

In front of Allen, a group of them became silent - finally, the prefect spoke.

"I heard that you did well in the exam - Allen, the weather is so nice now, why don't we go to the Forbidden Forest to talk?"

Allen whistled and didn't answer, but stepped directly towards the Forbidden Forest - this is the last time, we can't bully them all the time, this time we won't use spells other than ordinary magic, otherwise it will be quite boring to crush them to the end.

.

——

Two hours later, in the vice principal's office.

Allen, who had wet blood on his clothes, and several Slytherins who had minor injuries on their faces looked like it was a coincidence that you met in front of the professor's desk here.

The expressions on both sides were extremely harmonious, as if the fight didn't exist at all.

The two of them even congratulated each other calmly on finding a good job and successfully passing the exam, as if what they said was true. If there were no wounds or anything like that, their persuasiveness would probably be stronger.

Allen was very happy at the moment - he had won his first victory in a long time because of the exam, and he even had the urge to thank the old Slytherin.

Although everyone was fighting like crazy, and he was slightly injured without using the system spells, the fight was really enjoyable - the level of the seventh-year graduate was beyond words, and he was even suppressed at first.

After a wave of attacks, I had to use my fists to deal with several of them.

Those people obviously didn't expect Allen to have such a hand - because he didn't open the shield, he was still in the hospital simply because he didn't use the shield.

Professor McGonagall was obviously very angry - the seventh grade students were about to leave, but they did this, and even the prefects were involved. As for Ellen, she wouldn't say anything - a professional fighter, if he wasn't excellent in other aspects, he would be a senior

He is a conscientious person and has been imprisoned countless times.

What followed was a storm of reprimands, and in the end Professor McGonagall pointed at everyone, her anger still lingering.

"Now, before the exam is completely over, let's all go to Mr. Filch's place - wipe the floor in the hall, and no magic is allowed!" (To be continued)