when harry potter met league of legends

In the empty field, seventy-eight golden cards rotated rapidly under the power of magic, reflecting the not-so-bright sunshine at noon in winter, attracting the attention of all the teachers and students present.

After each rotation, a card will fall from the air due to the loss of magic support, and it will fall into Allen's hand with an erratic light. After a while, there are only a few cards left in the air.

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Well - forget it.

Allen waved his arm and the remaining cards fell into his hand.

Since the task of rescuing people from the bottom of the lake is like a competition, it is actually the slowest way to go into the lake and slowly search for unfamiliar terrain. You can divine in advance where the person is hidden at the bottom of the lake.

Direction is the real king. Once you know how to get to a place, is it still a problem?

Putting away the cards, Allen looked at the lake and sighed.

Really, the space blockade in Hogwarts is too comprehensive. If it were any other place, he would have teleported himself there long ago, but that was not possible now. After divination to figure out the location, he had to run errands himself.

At most, it is a full-scale map, without even a teleport.

The gaming experience is very poor - no, the competition experience is very poor.

Allen, who was muttering in his heart, completely ignored the livid looks on the faces of all the judges at this moment - no one was stupid. Allen had been playing cards for a long time, and he definitely didn't think the audience was too bored, so he did an acrobatic trick to make everyone happy.

Relevant to the content of the competition, even a fool knows the place where Allen divines and hides people, and judging from the relaxed expression on Allen's face, everyone knows that the divination result is definitely not too bad.

"Albus - the warriors in your school are too versatile, right? Isn't it true that the Triwizard Tournament is about a god like a stickman?"

"That's also a kind of magic, Madam Maxime." Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to the referee's table to maintain order, took over the topic with an unfriendly expression - because she didn't like the divination professor very much, at this moment McGonagall

Although the professor could understand Alan's series of divination just now, he still found it a bit unacceptable. If Mrs. Maxim had not spoken out, she would never have responded positively to Alan's divination.

"Well, this doesn't violate the terms of the competition, does it?" Principal Jock interrupted with a smile. After all, both players from their school used gill grass ingeniously, a method that can bring extra points at a glance.

, naturally we cannot let Mrs. Maxim continue to complain about the issue of competition techniques - especially when Allen is still writing ink by the lake at this moment, and it seems that he is in a state of hesitation and wasting time.

Could it be that the contestants at Hogwarts are just landlubbers who are super afraid of water?

Principal Jock couldn't help but show a bit of joy, and the same scene was captured by the other referees - when a wizard was slowly spinning around the lake, especially at this moment he had to enter the water to compete again.

After wasting a considerable period of time on divination, there were not many conclusions that could be drawn. Naturally, the fear of water immediately came to the minds of the referees.

Even if there is such a thing as the Bubble Curse, the fear of water still exists. Some powerful wizards will suddenly lose control of the spell when they see a cockroach. Personal emotional problems are almost impossible to deal with, and

Now the problem arises with the contestant who has the highest score in Hogwarts and is most likely to win the championship. It is quite normal for the other judges who are competitors to be happy.

After a long time, just when Professor McGonagall wanted to leave her seat and kick Alan into the lake, Alan finally started to act under the attention of the entire audience.

Step after step, trembling like an unlucky guy who has just been hit by several evil spells, and like a baby that has just learned to walk, Professor McGonagall wondered if Alan was really a landlubber who was afraid of water.

"Oh my god - it's over, this kid Allen is actually afraid of water!"

In the audience, Fred complained helplessly to George next to him, his expression full of annoyance - if they had known about it in advance, they would have enthusiastically helped Alan overcome this problem.

And by the lake, Alan, who was grinding and chirping, finally made his choice.

I would definitely not go into the lake. In this kind of crazy weather, wearing such thick clothes, and jumping into such cold lake water will definitely not make you better without deforming your clothes. If you deform, you will have to take off your clothes. Although it is not good for your figure.

He is still quite confident, but on such a cold day, he would not take off his clothes and undergo body transformation.

Therefore, I can only choose the solution that does not touch the water - either make a big bubble and control the magic throughout the whole process, or try the most outrageous operation by dividing it into a lake or something. But the former is definitely not possible, and I have saved up for a long time.

Strength or something, it ended up causing a blister, and I'd probably be a laughing stock when I got home.

As for dividing the lake, it is still too difficult. After all, he has never tried it before, and it does feel a bit too much. He is here to cause trouble, not to cause trouble. Let’s ignore the failure of dividing the lake.

I feel tired just thinking about it, stepping on the muddy lake bottom one foot after another, and having to barely maintain water on both sides.

Moreover, it’s so cold today to walk in the mud, just thinking about it makes me feel miserable—yes!

"Probably, it's almost there. If you keep pretending to be charging up, the professor will probably hit someone -" Allen stretched out his arm in a slightly upward posture, raised the wand flatly, and a light blue light emitted from the wand.

It spurts out, touches the water surface, and then quickly condenses into ice, draining the water on both sides outward, forming a channel made of ice.

As he moved forward, the passage sank, and the blue light on Allen's wand gradually formed an irregular passage in the lake. It began to extend along the bottom of the lake with Allen's footsteps. As Allen's footsteps moved forward, everything behind him

The sound began to move away from him - compared to dividing the lake, this method of using ice to form a channel is less disruptive. Anyway, the ice will not melt easily in this kind of crazy weather. As long as the channel is thick enough,

It’s much easier than Lake Bihu!

After confirming that others could not see it at all, Allen pointed to his shoes - under the influence of the deformation spell, the skates appeared at the bottom of the shoes. Well, as expected, you still have to walk step by step to divide the lake.

A little too silly.

Well, except for the lighting problem, everything was perfect - Allen admired silently, then maintained the previous posture and quickly skated towards the gathering place of fishmen at the bottom of the lake. He didn't believe that there could be anyone better than him.

Fast person? (To be continued)