when harry potter met league of legends

When most people think they are getting a bargain in something, the consequences will come out easily.

Although the previously selected warriors are not very welcoming of the new rules, it is obvious that this is not the time for free speech - all they can do is to set up the table with the people who come later, and then put the mahjong, uh, no no

No, the only thing they can do is to be obedient and let Mr. Bagman complete this pre-match guidance.

Of course, this is of no use - although everyone knows that they are the ones who came up with the question, Mr. Bagman still has an expression on his face that says I am just guessing.

"The first project is to test your courage," he said to a large number of warriors: "So we are not going to tell you what it is, because daring to face the unknown is an important quality for wizards, well, no

Wrong, it’s very important. I think you’ll know what it is soon—”

"The first project will be carried out on November 4th and will be completed in front of other students and the judging panel."

He glanced at everyone, his tone extremely serious, fully demonstrating his identity as a senior official of the Ministry of Magic——

"When completing the competition events, the warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any help from their teachers. When the warriors face the first round of challenges, the only weapon in their hands is their own wands. They will not understand until the first event is over.

Regarding the situation of the second event. Due to the high requirements and long duration of the competition, the warriors will not participate in the school year examination."

Well, this is also the reason why the first batch of warriors were unhappy when the second warrior was selected previously - although according to the rules they could not directly ask the professor for help, but if there is only one warrior in a school, then for

With the school's honor, other people will naturally become his best helpers and provide him with suggestions for his next challenge. But if the second warrior also comes out, then internal friction will be the smallest trouble.

"That's it, right? Barty, Dumbledore?" Bagman smiled and looked at the two people he mentioned.

This is none of Allen's business - Dumbledore and the others have already formed a group and left, leaving a group of freshly selected warriors behind.

After all, Warriors are very rare and expensive, so choosing so many at once feels quite worthless...

Of course, this is just a slander from Allen - the real thoughts of other principals are to let the warriors of their own schools get together when they go back, to facilitate communication, to reduce the gap, and to avoid fighting among themselves before they can compete.

Case.

But it was obvious that the principals had a lot on their minds, because except for Allen and the others, most of them looked at each other awkwardly for a while and then found an excuse to walk separately. On the Windsor side, she didn't even say hello to Ke who came later.

Rum said goodbye to Allen and left.

——

"Didn't they have a good relationship before?" Harry was a little dazed - at the age of fifteen, he was still a bit immature.

"Yes, we had a good relationship at first, but after becoming a warrior, it was a different matter -" Allen stuffed the last multi-flavored bean into his mouth, clapped his hands, and then left the space after cleaning up.

classroom.

The auditorium was empty at the moment, and the flames of the candles were already very low, which made the grinning smile of the jack-o'-lantern look flickering and weird. In addition, today is Halloween, which is a good day to play tricks and scare people.

It's just a pity that as far as Allen knows, there is a master-level troublemaker. Mr. Peeves is still happily talking to Bloody Baron in a classroom at the moment. It is estimated that he will not be able to carry out this year's routine——

It's really something worth regretting.

Allen sighed, which actually scared Harry: "Alan, believe me, I really didn't put the name in!"

Why is this unlucky kid still struggling with this? Alan stared at him angrily, making Harry feel confused.

"The principal spent a lot of money to get it done for you. Why are you still bothering about it? There will be a game on the 4th. You should first think about how to avoid embarrassment in the first game!"

"Competition?" Harry finally heard the following words, and was stunned - this time he remembered that no one cared about his qualifications, but the competition was still there!

The even more serious problem is that Sirius is now a professor in the castle, and due to the rules, he absolutely cannot help him.

When he found out that Harry's classmate started to really care about the game itself, Alan unconscionably chose to turn around and leave - well, he would never tell Harry that he could actually ask him for help, leaving this unlucky kid

Just worry about it first.

——

After sending away the unlucky child who was not easy to worry about, Allen turned a corner and directly entered the stealth state.

Although there should be a celebration party in the lounge for becoming a warrior, it is obvious that Allen's first priority is not that.

After all - there's a mouse in the house.

He took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket, and after whispering "I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things", the map of Hogwarts was displayed in front of Allen.

He started looking for them in the professors' offices and even the lounges one after another - the bastard who could do this must not be at the student level, and most of the problem lies with the professors.

One after another, countless ink dots were distinguished and identified by Allen - he even found a few small dots that were close together in the empty classroom, but none of them was the one he expected to find.

As he explored the map again, he had already reached the conclusion that the rat was hidden much deeper than he thought.

Putting away the map and his wand, Allen gave up the idea of ​​looking for it again.

Picking something up was too unreliable, so he decided to spend more time waiting for the other party to reveal any clues and catch the damn guy.

Since there was no hope of arresting anyone now, Allen stretched and walked towards his lounge - it doesn't matter, take your time!

——

"quack--!"

With a slight pain in his ears, Allen woke up from his drowsy state and looked at Valor who was standing next to his ear with sleepy eyes.

Normally, this guy would never call him casually, unless he encountered something important that would wake him up from his deep sleep - you know, the Hufflepuffs were high up all night tonight.

of.

"What's the matter, Valor?" Allen got up and stared at the master who woke him up in the middle of the night.

Valor called softly, and then pointed to his feet with his mouth - a small owl was pressed under it with its talons, with an expression of doubt on life.

"Okay, okay, let this poor kid go." Allen looked at Valor angrily, and reached out to the unlucky guy who was caught.

Then, a small piece of parchment was handed over by the little guy from his feet, and the note only said one vague sentence.

"Meet and discuss in detail."

If there was only this, Allen would ignore it, but there was a logo at the back that he was very familiar with - the one belonging to the owner of a second-hand bookstore.

Well, Allen's first non-exchangeable gold galleons came from this boss, and we had several happy cooperations after that.

So, Allen got dressed directly and walked towards the lobby of the lounge. From the lobby of the lounge, you can teleport to the outside world, but it is extremely difficult to get in. At most, you can send a message or something.

Floo powder, flames, and after a while of shaking, Allen directly saw the owner of the second-hand bookstore with an action Galleung expression on his face.

At this moment, the uncle's puff-sleeved pink pajamas almost blinded him.

"Hey, uncle - although we have been friends for many years, what's the big deal when you wake me up in the middle of the night? Do you know that it's past two o'clock in the middle of the night!" Allen was annoyed.

Complaining - he decided that if there was no satisfactory answer today, he would pull out a few of the boss's few remaining hairs and go back.

"Merlin!" The uncle's eyes were filled with an expression of regret as to how you had become such a depraved state. It was like the look on Alan's face when he threw away a bag of galleons as trash.

"You became a Hogwarts warrior, right?" A shiny golden thing appeared in the uncle's eyes, and it looked like a galleon in both color and texture.

"Well, that's right - what's wrong?" Allen was still awake and didn't quite understand what the shop owner meant.

"Gallon! Galleon!" He looked at Allen angrily: "Of course it's Galleon - do you know that in this competition that only starts once every few hundred years, those vampires from Gringotts started...

What kind of bet is out there!"

Gambling?

Alan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the reason why Bagman kept missing questions for Harry - the competition was re-opened hundreds of years ago, and he said that no one had any ideas about this, but Alan didn't believe it in his heart.

of.

"We are so familiar with each other - tell me how likely you are to win this competition!" The uncle's face was filled with excitement, and then he suddenly realized something: "Oh - no, you said that in school

It's so obvious, those bastards will definitely know..."

"Let's discuss something - how about you lose the game on purpose and let them win?" Just after saying this, the uncle shook his head: "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate, this is unreliable. If you don't win,

We can't tell the others apart at all."

...

Thinking too much - Allen glanced at the shopkeeper.

Not to mention that the bet turned out to be a big problem, causing some conflicts between the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts (the reason for Allen's memory error), it is simply impossible for Allen to lose the game - what are you talking about?

It's an international joke. He makes money and makes money. How can he lose the glory of the school?

"It's impossible. I don't have the habit of cheating. The winner must be Hogwarts, so let's save it."

"It's okay if the winner is Hogwarts - it would be great if Harry Potter wins!"

Harry?

Allen was stunned for a moment, but his expression made the shopkeeper think that there was something possible: "That's right, Harry's odds are the highest in the market that was opened overnight. If he wins the championship, then we will make a fortune.

!”

Allen was a little moved - but he quickly dismissed the idea from his mind.

It's too difficult, and the danger to Harry is also too great - now the game process has been changed, and there are still people watching eagerly from the sidelines. If he has to help Harry win the championship, then the entire game will be full of people.

There is a loophole, this is really too dangerous.

Making money is a good thing - but Allen is not happy about risking the lives of his friends.

"Not interested, it's too much trouble - and it's too dangerous for Harry."

"It's just a competition. Didn't Hogwarts announce that it has carried out perfect guarantees? Don't worry. If your capital is not enough, I can help you advance a thousand galleons. You only need to promise to try your best to help Harry win the championship.

It’s—”

Allen gouged out his eyes - he didn't even bother to explain, he turned around and left.

If everyone hadn't been cooperating for so long, Allen would have planned to fall out, and turning around and leaving would have clearly stated his attitude here.

After finding a corner, Allen returned directly to the castle - quietly cleaning up the quilt stained by his shoes, and then he put the shoes under the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Allen threw away the unpleasantness just now and closed his eyes.

——

What he didn't know was that just after he left the shopkeeper's shop, a hoarse voice that was completely different from a normal person came out: "It seems that your little additional plan failed, Barty."

"Master, that's just a supplement to the plan - I just can't think of why you don't allow me to take action against him. He's just a student at school. It's no big deal to keep him here." The shopkeeper's voice rang out.

, but it completely lacked the bewitching tone of the previous conversation with Allen, and was instead filled with an indescribable madness.

"Are you questioning me?" The weird voice raised a few points.

"No, no, no, great master, your plan is perfect, not even a shadow of a Galleon. Those wizards became our assistants without even needing the Soul Imperius Curse, but they did not help our plan.

It's unparalleled." The shopkeeper's voice was filled with humility and flattery, but anyone could hear that there was a kind of fanaticism sinking in it.

"This is just the beginning - you know what I want. Before the final goal is achieved, I don't want any accidents to happen."

"Of course, great master, your will will be executed perfectly - they will help the boy win, and no one will doubt it until he is brought to us, just for the sake of

It’s just Galleons that you can’t see.”

"Okay, this group of wizard traitors has never had the slightest respect for blood. Like those little goblins, they only have Galleons in their eyes - take me down, Barty, this body is too fragile for me right now.

, I must save every ounce of energy."

"Don't worry, Master, it won't take long for you to regain your glory!"

With a frenzied response, everything fell silent.

Undercurrent is surging. (To be continued)