when harry potter met league of legends

When Allen came back, he found a short figure standing at his door. The figure was wearing pajamas and had dark pink hair - it was Anne.

"Brother Allen? Is that you?" A small flame lit up in her palm - but probably not many wizards could ignore the damage of this flame.

"It's me, Annie, it's so late, go to bed!" Allen scolded in a low voice.

The little figure shook his head and made a slight but firm voice:

"Why don't you take Annie with you? Annie knows you're out, can't Annie help you?"

Allen's heart moved, and then he rubbed Annie's head: "Okay, don't make trouble, go to bed early, I will take Annie with you next time if you can help."

"No, my brother smells of blood. Why not call Anne into the fight? Anne is very powerful, and no matter what others think, Anne will always stand by my brother."

"Okay, next time if possible, I'll call Annie. It's getting late, Annie should go to bed first!"

At Allen's semi-forced request, Anne went back to sleep obediently, leaving Allen alone.

Will you help me no matter what? It's not necessary. Although I do feel foresight sometimes, I can't say I'm a little tired, but I can support it. However, it feels good to have someone who can always stand by my side.

Lying on the bed he hadn't seen for a long time, Allen thought about the problem and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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After everything was arranged, the tense life at Hogwarts continued, and almost nothing changed except that Alan had a regular weekly letter and Hogwarts lost one Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

No, there are still changes. After Professor Sigma left, the activity of looking at the unluckiness of other colleges every day at noon on campus to judge what one would experience in the afternoon completely disappeared. Dumbledore also expressed his gratitude to all the students the day after the celebration.

The little wizards informed of this incident - which led to a group of little wizards who were still skeptical at first to start a week-long private celebration.

Professor Dumbledore said this in the notice:

"It is a pity that we have lost another dedicated professor. Although he did not encounter any misfortune, we are sure of one thing - he can no longer teach at Hogwarts.

Everyone’s Defense Against the Dark Arts classes will be changed to self-study, and we will have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after next summer.”

What does it mean?

So is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts expendable?

Again, a moment of silence for the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher - and by the way, Alan also held a moment of silence for Professor Quirrell, the Muggle Studies professor over there. If nothing else, he is the third year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Allen has no plans to cause trouble yet - at least not until he can't face Voldemort directly.

As for pity for Professor Quirrell? No need, he was not controlled by the Dementioning Curse, but voluntarily let Voldemort take possession of him.

After the celebration, the little wizards finally discovered that the professor's departure had made their Defense Against the Dark Arts class extremely boring, and some even began to miss the professor.

But soon, everyone lost their nostalgia and other emotions under the heavy workload.

Because - the end of the term is coming soon.

Even if you become a wizard, you can't escape the exam...

So who decided that 60 points is a passing grade? Isn’t 50 points bad?

Um, by the way, Hogwarts uses a hierarchy.

The professors began to frantically assign practice questions after class - which made Alan suspect that they had obtained the essence of the homework from the mysterious Eastern China - the question sea tactic.

However, except for the speed that Allen trained in the battle at Shushan Tihai in his previous life, which allowed him to have free time to complain, others were like Marshall said - "The last bit of spirit was squeezed out and written on the parchment.

On top of the paper.”

The hot weather adds fuel to the fire for the upcoming exams, and it's hard to find a space in the library every week - if you get there a little later.

The lawn was full of little wizards sitting there with books and notes reviewing - even Slytherin lost the time to take action on Allen, but this vacancy was quickly filled by those who were too anxious and became

Nervous wizards took over instead - they sometimes used expulsion spells on passing young wizards, and Alan, who had gained the right to legitimate counterattack, was naturally not polite.

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Just when everyone's nerves were at their peak, the exam finally arrived.

Examinations on subjects other than Defense Against the Dark Arts came one after another, squeezing out the last bit of vitality from everyone.

The operational exam was a little better, and Allen could easily read the very satisfactory comments in the eyes of the professors who were in charge of the exam.

The difficulty lies in the theoretical exams, especially History of Magic - this is Eren's biggest weakness.

The hot examination room and the headache-inducing questions constitute the song of hell.

After finishing all the exams, Allen lay on the lawn in the sun - even he felt tired. Lying near him in the same posture was his twin brother.

"Alan, I think if it weren't for the damn exam, we would have deciphered that map by now!"

"George, I think the test is more important than the map. How did you do on the test?" Allen was chatting with the twin brothers.

"Oh, I think grades are not that important sometimes - of course, I'm sure I passed all my homework." George paused, not sure.

"Of course, I think no matter how hard we try, we can't compare to Charlie and Bill - by the way, Percy is also a studyaholic. With their results, our results will not be surprising. In this case, just get by.

Yes." Fred added lazily.

"By the way, Alan, do you want to come to our house to play during the holidays?" George added.

"I think my mother will welcome you very much. After all, Charlie gave you all the compliments he could think of in the letter. Haha, Alan, what do you think of those compliments?" Fred smiled maliciously.

——They teased Alan a lot about this.

"Well, I think Charlie did something wrong." The twins felt that Allen had suddenly changed. This answer didn't look like him?

"Charlie missed one of his biggest advantages, the handsome Allen!" Allen pointed at himself and smiled.

He responded with four middle fingers.