when harry potter met league of legends

The remaining days of this Christmas holiday are a bit quieter than usual.

There was no way. In previous years, there were still a few people who stayed in school for various reasons. What about now? For safety reasons, all students in the school who did not have very urgent things to do were persuaded to leave the school. The remaining number

For an empty campus, it's really a bit lacking.

On a brand new morning that made people full of desire, careless Allen lazily greeted his prefect while putting bread on the plate. His eyes kept drifting towards Booth like everyone else.

Barton's side - I can't help it. On this extremely cold morning, with only a few familiar prefects left among my students, it is obviously quite pleasing to see the numerous beauties over Beauxbatons.

things.

"By the way, how long until the holidays?" When people were debating the origin of Christmas in the wizarding world, a prefect who had never spoken much suddenly said this.

"Four days, what's the matter, Lawrence, are you bored?"

"Somewhat, it feels like we are just wasting time in school - think about it, Dumbledore is still searching for traces of Grindelwald in Germany, but we are wasting our lives leisurely here! I want to fight!

"

Allen was stunned for a moment by such outrageous words. After all, Lawrence was already a sixteen-year-old fifth-grade student, so how could he still speak in such a tone-deaf manner?

However, sometimes things like chuuni are contagious. This complaint almost inspired everyone's suppressed desire to duel. Everyone expressed their determination to fight - there is no way, Grindelwald

In order to prevent Dumbledore from coming to stop him, Britain has been left alone, causing a serious lack of fear of the number one Dark Lord in the UK. However, most of the people who are prefects are the best in each grade.

, which makes it easy for them to have an inexplicable desire to do something.

The crazy prefects obviously couldn't solve the problem just by talking. In just a few minutes, a rough map of the German magical world was marked on the table with a wand, and reports from various newspapers were also marked.

Analyzing it piece by piece, marks were made one by one - obviously, these most elite beings in Hogwarts were trying to analyze Grindelwald's current situation at this moment, and then consider whether to do something bad or good.

"Alan, what do you think?" - The analysis was not very successful. There was too little known information and the accuracy could not be confirmed. However, this did not affect them at all from using the wand to virtualize the boss in mid-air.

A map and bring in the rest of the people who haven't spoken yet.

Allen happily put the last portion of today's bacon and omelette, which was really not a big portion, on his plate. Then he turned his attention to the analyzed gadgets and cast a sincere look at everyone:

"I'm very happy to see that everyone wants to fight so much. After all, although schools can't teach actual combat directly, everyone knows its importance - that's good. I don't have any plans today anyway, everyone.

Let's go out and practice dueling or something later, right?"

Silence, silence again, the originally lively atmosphere of the chat suddenly became muted. Then, without even getting a positive answer, Allen found that the table where everyone was eating was already empty.

"Sorry, I still have a paper on transfiguration, let's talk about it later!"

"My cake is still being baked over there, let's go first!"

"If I can't finish the Polyjuice Potion thesis, Professor Snape will kill me. I'm pretty sure of this. I'm going back to the lounge first!"

...

Among the many answers, there were several excuses with different styles - "Well, I'm going to see the greenhouse instead of going back to the lounge!" Waiting for a series of answers, all of them were Hutch.

Patch's own people.

Obviously, there is a talent called being able to chat to death with just one sentence...

"It's boring." Allen shrugged his shoulders, silently rolled his eyes at these guys, and then started to deal with the food on the plate. Are students these days so smart? Why do you want to win your first victory?

Has it become so difficult?

Allen ate the last bite of food angrily, stood up, and casually glanced at the ceiling that reflected the weather - today's weather was really not that good, gloomy, as if filled with lead.

It feels like you should stay in the lounge and be a happy salted fish in this weather.

But, as a little bit of white falls, everything becomes different.

"Is it snowing?" Allen muttered to himself, but the voice was too loud, and was heard by those who had not yet had time to walk away. For a time, a group of prefects maintained a rather neat look.

The posture of heaven.

"It seems, eh, it's snowing -" Marshall answered and scratched his head: "Okay, it's snowing, but it's still nothing special. I'm going on a date. See you all later."

...

Ignoring the murderous looks of a group of people, Marshall ran to the girl's side with a smile on his face. However, when he walked quickly and showed a bright smile, Marshall was suddenly greeted by a man from Castrobushe, even though he had a thick face.

The witch, who couldn't cover up her figure even with a layer of warm clothes, hugged her: "Snow? Snow!"

With a smile on her face, she let go of the confused Marshall, looked nervously at the wizards around her, and couldn't wait to give a warm hug to a large circle of witches around her (Marshall was welcoming a new one at the moment)

(with a questioning look), and the words in his mouth never stopped: "It's snow, the falling snow, not the kind of snow that turns the ground white all at once!"

Girl, be careful. Although we were all happy when you hugged Marshall earlier, this is not the time to go crazy!

"By the way, this isn't the first time she's seen falling snow, right? It's always fallen in the middle of the night before, and this is the first time she's seen snowflakes falling this year - it seems like there are only a few places in Brazil where it snows, so it's stuck.

Strobsher seems to be outside of those ranges." A Ravenclaw prefect pushed up his glasses and calmly stated his inference, which seemed to be quite close to the truth.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, let's go and let Marshall be happy again. Let's go and do whatever we need to do. The snow is probably not that light. How about a snowball fight in the afternoon?"

"OK."

"Can."

...

A group of very serious prefects made this childish decision very seriously, but their eyes drifted towards Allen from time to time, and their eyes were indescribably weird... (To be continued)