when harry potter met league of legends

Although it was a more formal mission, in fact, there was no formal farewell when Allen and his group traveled. Those farewell scenes were not very practical in Hogwarts.

Not long after breakfast, the Hogwarts Express had stopped outside the school. While everyone else was attending class normally, Allen and the others followed the professor and walked out of the school gate quite casually, with almost no interruptions.

——Except that Anne specially sent Allen a large bag of snacks that she had been busy making since she got up early in the morning.

The Hogwarts Express seemed unusually spacious compared to the past. After all, there were only five passengers seated on the huge train. Therefore, the stewards on the train finally stopped using melon seeds and mineral water, and just pushed the trolley and sat in the box next door.

If Allen and the others have any needs, they can go and buy them directly.

Allen went over to buy a few licorice wands and a few packs of multi-flavor beans that were specially provided for the train, and then came back. When he came back, each of them threw a pack away - of course, the professor was not in the same box as Allen and the others at the moment.

"This is the first time I feel that the Hogwarts Express is so clean, but then again, how do you think the Hogwarts Express is doing business on weekdays?" Alan picked up a topic casually - but he was indeed a little curious.

Except for temporary requisition, the Hogwarts Express's most basic operating time is only four times a year...

"It's a special fund from the Ministry of Magic, and several other snack vendors will also provide part of the money for maintenance -" Angus from Slytherin solved Alan's problem calmly, with even a little look in his eyes.

This kind of question still comes with the light of asking, but it is not obvious at all. After all, he has been beaten by Allen more than once, and he still can't beat him...

Well, from the heart, from the heart.

A group of people expanded on this topic, and soon switched the discussion into a card game mode - yes, before a major visit, a group of participants, etc., just before heading to the transit station London, began

A happy sticker mode for playing cards...

——

"boom!"

The dull sound of a cork being pulled out sounded on the small table that was an unknown number of miles away from Allen - and at this moment, Allen had just thrown the last card in his hand on the table with pride.

The amber wine poured out from the bottle that rose in the air, without a drop falling on the table.

The clear clashing sound of goblets rang out, and then all the words were blocked by one of the people at the round table ungracefully drinking it all in one gulp. This made the owner of the wine opposite feel a pity that something good had been wasted.

Come, but this feeling was soon overshadowed by the huge surprise that lasted.

"For the greater good - although the person who said this is still in prison, it is always true, isn't it?" The silence was interrupted by an extremely seductive voice, Cong chuckled.

It's obvious from the voice that the speaker is in a pretty good mood

"I couldn't agree more, ma'am." She flattered with a few feminine voices, but the speaker was the most tightly shielded among the group of people. Even his figure was shrouded in a large robe, completely visible.

No problems arise.

"I don't object either. As for the 1.3 million Galleons banker, we're not going to kill that kid -" The rough voice was a bit excited, but what he said made the atmosphere at the entire table suddenly become cold.

He stopped, but he still finished his words without noticing, "Even Dumbledore can't help the severely injured little guy continue to participate in the game in high spirits, can he?"

"Don't hold back, he is not a normal wizard who has just grown up, and it's not like you haven't read his information!!!"

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Outside, the sun is just right. (To be continued)