when harry potter met league of legends

"Hagrid, why are you like this?"

After organizing the conversation for a long time, Allen finally reluctantly asked something that didn't affect the atmosphere very much.

This is not his problem at all, but the appearance of Hagrid is a bit beyond normal people's imagination - the furry suit looks amazing, and the tie has a British style from twenty years ago.

As for the most tragic hair, it looked as if someone had put a pot of glue on it. If it weren't for the fact that there were no wounds on his face, Allen would have thought he had been attacked by someone.

"Uh, um, just a little bit..."

Almost for the first time, Allen saw Hagrid, a giant who had changed from his usual bold image and became coy, taking a long time to say a word. Before Hagrid could finish speaking, he was already clear -

Why could there be such a big change?

With a half-smirk, Allen looked at Hagrid, and then at the carriage behind him - after he finished, the face of the hybrid giant turned red, and the picture was simply not too beautiful.

Considering that he still had to go to the Forbidden Forest to get some ingredients, he gave up the idea of ​​thinking about Hagrid and turned to look at Harry.

"Why are you two alone, and where is Hermione?"

"Going to check the information, she suddenly lost her temper because of the house elves today for some unknown reason -" Harry shrugged his shoulders, looking incomprehensible, but he quickly changed the subject.

: "By the way, Allen, have you succeeded?"

This was said without any reason, but Allen understood it immediately - there was no doubt that Harry was asking him about cheating Dumbledore's age limit when registering for the Triwizard Tournament.

Well - Alan laughed aloud and had no intention of telling his story. After saying hello to Hagrid, he went straight to the Forbidden Forest - he still hasn't solved the problem of eating!

——

At dinner time, a listless Allen returned to the castle from the library.

When he walked into the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full of people. The Goblet of Fire had been moved. It was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table - obviously, it was registration time.

The competition has closed and we are just waiting to select the real contestants.

Many friends around Allen were whispering and asking Allen about his confidence in being selected this time. Regarding these good intentions, Allen could only take the trouble to express that he was very confident, and questioned that these guys were completely

Use this question to get back at yourself for that behavior after noon.

However, who is chosen as the warrior at this moment is obviously the most concerned issue, which has resulted in the food carefully prepared by a group of elves completely losing its popularity in the past, except that the food on Hufflepuff's table continues to decline at the same speed as before.

Except for maintaining, other tables are affected.

This phenomenon was quite puzzled by the students of Castrobusher who were sitting at the same table with Alan and the others. They were extremely surprised why a bunch of Hufflepuffs were so heartless in eating so much at such an important moment.

Happy - ever since, a student from Kastrobuše directly expressed his doubts.

"Have you seen Allen over there?" The student he asked put down his tableware and pointed towards Allen.

"Well, I saw it. That guy fooled everyone at noon!" Obviously, the students in Castrobushe still had fresh memories of Allen's sexy tricks. They recognized Allen at a glance and were quite surprised.

Why hasn't that guy been beaten to death after such a big prank...

"It would be fine if he didn't throw it in - everyone saw it at noon. Alan threw his name in, so what do we have to worry about?" Hufflepuff raised his eyebrows when asked.

He looked at the other person with a matter-of-fact expression, and then ordered a roasted chicken leg.

——

After the meal was over, when all the dishes were cleared, the atmosphere in the whole place seemed to be heated to the highest temperature all of a sudden - after there was no food to block people's comments, about the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizards

The talk of the tournament filled the entire auditorium. Of course, the most critical word, warrior, was mentioned countless times.

As Dumbledore stood up, the scene suddenly became quiet, and people turned their attention to where Dumbledore was - where four principals and two officials from the Ministry of Magic were facing many students.

There were various expressions on his face, but it was obvious that everyone's focus was on Dumbledore at the moment.

"Well, the decision is about to be made on the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore. "I think it will take another minute. Listen, after the names of the champions are announced, I want them to go to the top of the Great Hall and along the staff table.

Go over there and enter the next room—" he pointed to the door behind the staff desk, "—where they will receive initial instruction."

As Dumbledore waved his wand widely, a red light flickered on the head of his wand. Immediately, except for the decorative candles in the jack-o'-lantern that did not have much light, the rest

The candles were all extinguished - a normal person would be shocked by this sight, but at this moment, Allen somehow figured out the reason why Hogwarts didn't use more convenient electric lights.

Although there is a deluminator, it is obviously more handsome to extinguish the lights one by one than to extinguish the candles - besides, the deluminator is a magic item after all. If it is damaged, if you have to turn on the lights first for any meeting,

That's going to hurt your eyes...

Complaints are complaints, but extinguishing the candles now really focused everyone's attention on the Goblet of Fire, the brightest light source - as the auditorium fell into a state of semi-darkness, the originally weak flame of the Goblet of Fire

It began to rise gradually, and finally emitted a dazzling light, becoming the most dazzling presence in the auditorium - the blue-white flames bursting with sparks were simply a bit dazzling, but few people present were willing to move their eyes.

. Everyone was watching and waiting - many people kept looking at their watches, expecting the minute to pass quickly.

This minute passed quite quickly. As a slight crackling sound began to sound, the originally light blue flame gradually turned bright red. Some visible sparks shot out from the quilt, making Alan very curious about the people behind him.

What kind of magical magic has been enchanted with this base material?

"boom!"

With a soft sound, a tongue of fire rushed directly into the sky, and a piece of parchment with obvious scorch marks on the edge was directly ejected, and then easily caught by Dumbledore - at that moment, countless eyes circled

The parchment circled around and finally landed in Dumbledore's hand, waiting anxiously for him to announce the name on the parchment.

"Durmstrang's champion," he said clearly and forcefully, "is Thea Smith."

Allen couldn't help but look towards Windsor - she glanced at Allen, then looked around at her classmates, left the Slytherin table, and then walked around the staff table.

This girl actually got it?

Her strength rating is actually higher than those grown-up guys?

Allen blinked and began to think, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the noise of the crowd - because the second chapter of parchment appeared.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Well, this one hasn't changed - Allen watched Fleur deftly go around and walk towards the room next to the staff table.

"The warrior of Castrobushe is Bruce Micah!"

This time he stood up from the Hufflepuff table - although they had only met for a day, he knew this Allen.

It's simple - he's a funny guy, and he seems to be the funniest person there is.

Is it true that Castrobushe's strength is directly proportional to his degree of amusement?

The people of Hufflepuff generously gave their applause to the funny guys who had just spent a day together. When Bruce Micah also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again.

There was an intense excitement that could almost be tasted. Now it’s the turn of the warriors of Hogwarts…

However, most people still focused their attention on Allen - no way, judging from the level of activity and fighting over the years, even Slytherin was convinced in his heart.

This look almost made Allen feel embarrassed. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, otherwise he would have blushed.

Fortunately, the Goblet of Fire moved very quickly - as the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks burst out again, and the familiar tongue of fire jumped high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled out the fourth sheepskin from the tip of the tongue of fire.

Paper comes.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," he shouted, "is Alan Robint!"

Allen stood up, ready to receive applause.

Five seconds passed, and there was only a small sound in the audience, which caused people from several visiting schools to be stunned - what is going on, there is internal strife in Hogwarts?

However, this atmosphere was soon broken - laughter rang out from several people around Allen, and then spread quickly, and the Hufflepuff table, which was still holding back its expressionless face, began to burst into laughter, and then

Laughter began to spread wildly throughout the auditorium.

Later, the late applause and cheers flooded the entire auditorium. Allen smiled, silently looked at the laughing students, and began to identify and record the guys who laughed the most cheerfully - well, Marshall, twin brothers, seven

The Hufflepuff head boy of the year, Li Jordan...

No need to ask, these guys remembered their grudge at noon, and then incited the crowd to prepare for an act of revenge against him at night.

As for that?

Allen asked himself silently, and then gave the answer himself - of course, didn't his little book remember the name?

At this moment, the colluding guys were still winking at each other, completely unaware that they had been put on the list.

A few people seemed to still want to shout, but the laughter and noise at the scene were too loud, completely drowning out their voices. As for the remaining three schools, except for Castrobshe who looked at home.

Besides, the other two schools could only make an awkward but polite smile...

"Great!" Dumbledore shouted happily when the noise finally subsided, "Okay, now our four warriors have been selected. I know that I can completely rely on all of you, including Beauxbatons,

Durmstrang and other students in Castrobusche, you will definitely go all out to support your warriors. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event——"

Allen listened quietly, preparing to wait for Dumbledore to finish speaking before going to the room over there.

It's a pity that Dumbledore was stolen from the scene - because the flame in the Goblet of Fire turned red again. Sparks burst out. A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment was held up on it.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but open their mouths, even Allen was no exception.

Are you kidding me - there's a fifth person?

In the Triwizard Tournament, a table of mahjong is not enough. Do you have to put together a table to fight the Three Kingdoms?

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grab the parchment. He held it far away and stared at the name written on it. After a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the parchment in his hand.

After reading the note, everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read loudly——

"Harry Potter!"

Allen began to observe the entire audience - the first object of suspicion was Sirius.

However, this suspicion was quickly dispelled by Allen himself - Harry had been staying with Sirius. If Sirius could really be replaced, there is no doubt that there is no need for replacement on Voldemort's side.

Okay, just take Harry away.

So who did it?

Allen scanned the whole place, but unfortunately found nothing - the other party obviously couldn't reveal anything at this time.

Fortunately, Allen still has a way to detect it. He has the Marauder's Map in his hand, but don't think about using it at the moment - there are too many people at the scene, and the points marked with names are all stacked together, and there is no way to use them.

Can't tell the difference.

Just wait for the evening - when everyone goes to rest, he will check the map one after another, and he can't believe that he can't find the hidden guy!

But now we can only wait for Dumbledore to handle the matter. I don't know if Harry is scared.

With this thought in mind, Allen looked in the direction of Harry - at this moment, his face, which was originally sending heartfelt blessings to Allen, was pale, his eyes were dull, and he had a confused expression on his face.

As if doubting who he is...

After a long time, Harry finally came back to his senses: "I'm not, I didn't, I really didn't put my name in it."

The sound was slight, but it was heard by many people in the silent auditorium at this moment. From the corner of Allen's eye, he noticed Professor McGonagall standing up at the guest of honor and quickly walking away from Ludo Bagman and Karkaroff.

The professor walked past and whispered urgently into Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened intently and frowned slightly.

Poor kid - he was petrified.

Allen looked at Harry and found that he was looking at him for help at this moment.

What can I do? I'm surprised too! It's not me - look at what use I am, Dumbledore has to deal with this matter! (To be continued)