when harry potter met league of legends

Flying is not an easy thing even for wizards.

Even the broomstick, the most convenient means of transportation, is not something that some wizards can use properly. The fact that you can fly with just a wand without relying on any tools is undoubtedly considered legendary to most wizards.

Something happened.

Well, it is indeed a legendary level - at least the German Minister of Magic, Mr. Warner, has never heard of it. Although he knows that both Dumbledore and Grindelwald have the ability to fly, why should they fly to him?

?

As for the most elite Aurors under the Ministry of Magic, although I heard that there are some who can master the ability to fly, no one will show ordinary flight that is completely unusable in combat to the Minister of Magic. There are only Aurors who can master this.

Are you trying to please the Minister of Magic by performing like a clown? Are you kidding me? The Minister sat there for a few years and then left, letting the most elite Aurors perform for him. Believe it or not, the next day the people in the Auror office colluded to kill the Minister.

Go down?

Therefore, when he saw the opponent flying naturally in the air and landing safely, Warner put away all his complaints.

The issue of whether the other party is only seventeen years old or the fact that the other party is just a prefect of Hogwarts is not important at this moment. The other party can fly freely with one hand to dispel all doubts - this is the top wizard

ability to master.

When I glanced at it occasionally during the day, I felt that the interns who came to Hogwarts to negotiate seemed to be led by this boy (a small sequelae left over from practicing with everyone for many years) who were unintentionally passing the time with a few department heads.

The joke was already running wildly in Warner's mind.

Dumbledore was old, and during the day he was talking and laughing with Professor McGonagall, the scheduled vice-principal who was the current spokesperson for Hogwarts, and the remaining prefects had a vague impression of him.

The power of the leader is already very revealing.

Dumbledore has no blood descendants left, and when he is old, according to the traditional practice of wizards, the magic developed and the imperfect experiments must be passed on to an outstanding heir. Could it be that

, the other party is?

If a young man with such amazing strength was taught by Dumbledore personally, then there would be no problem. Thinking of this, Minister Warner couldn't help but sigh for himself. If this was Dumbledore in front of him,

If the heirs are cultivated by one hand, the strength of Hogwarts will continue for at least nearly a hundred years, but what about your own side?

If there was a choice, who would use a former Death Eater who betrayed his teammates and defected to the original country as the principal?

Even after many exchanges of interests, even after too many compromises, the other party's original experience is left over there. If there is a way, who will use him to teach the next generation of wizards in his family? Even Carkaro

My husband has done really well since he came to power, but there are still few people in the Ministry of Magic who are satisfied with him - benefits are benefits, and disgust is disgust.

But the sigh was a sigh, but the etiquette on his face was not lacking at all.

"It's Alan who came from Hogwarts -" Minister Warner paused for a moment, considered it, and then used a reasonable title, "Classmate Alan, thank you very much for your strong support and help in the work of the Ministry of Magic,"

He looked a little happy and his tone was unusually friendly, "The German Ministry of Magic will never forget everyone who has made a huge contribution to the peace of the magical world."

"Look, I almost forgot. It's very tiring to kill the saint who tried to cause disaster in a sneak attack and escape from the Sea of ​​Inferi. I'm still dragging you here. I know you are still

You have the determination and belief to resist evil, but you no longer need to risk danger and fatigue to deal with them. The responsibility of the Ministry of Magic is to eliminate these existences. You can rest peacefully. Next, we will fulfill our duties as the magical community.

The duty of a protector."

Well - it's roughly like this.

Because Allen didn't understand German, he could only understand a few sentences, and the rest were made up in his head.

But there won't be too much deviation. Anyway, it's just to affirm his contribution, then let him get out of touch with the subsequent cleanup work, and just go back and watch.

After all, in the final analysis, for such a big accident, if the Ministry of Magic had done nothing and Alan had done everything single-handedly, it wouldn't take much. The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic could just wait to resign, and even the newspapers would have to

You have to have some basis for bragging about favoritism, right? Is it true that the eager opposition below are vegetarians?

But this has nothing to do with Allen. Anyway, the Minister of Magic said that the benefits are indispensable to him, so he naturally chooses to go back to sleep - anyway, the purpose of calling people here is nothing more than to control the Inferi. People from the Ministry of Magic

I hope that if they go up and fight those inferi little by little, Allen will have no objection at all.

It's not tiring, you can get money, and you don't have any moral guilt. The people at the Ministry of Magic are probably very happy, so why not?

So, after Alan said a bunch of official things that he often used these days, he went back to repair it very happily - this was the excuse from the Ministry of Magic, and it worked well anyway.

Just before Allen was about to leave to go back, he suddenly remembered someone.

It seems that the intern who took him there is still lying under the protection of thorns?

Without any thought, Allen directly took off again. Then, with the stunned eyes of the Ministry of Magic personnel, he used magic to clear a path and rushed to the side of the thorn bush that he was protecting with almost all his strength.

Fortunately, the protection of these thorns is sufficient, and the previous saint's obsession with killing Allen was too deep, so the interns who were protected inside did not have any problems at all. To be precise, there should be no big problems at all.

Although the thorn bushes successfully covered her and evaded all attacks, there was no way to block the feet of those skeletons rushing towards her. Although there were thick vines as a buffer, she was still severely stepped on, but

As long as you haven't been stepped on.

"What happened? Why are there so many Inferi? Are you okay? Can you rush out by yourself?" A series of questions were asked, and then she was pulled directly into the air by Allen with a scream,

He rushed outside.

"Sorry, I just forgot about the person - I barely rushed over and finally rescued her after hard work," Allen said panicked without changing his expression, and then continued to maintain an expression of being quite tired after the fight, and left in a hurry

, he apparated back with his people. As for whether the people from the Ministry of Magic believe it or not, Allen believes they will choose to believe it.

——

In the same garden, Allen and the intern appeared almost at the same time. Thanks to Allen's remaining magic power, this trip was quite smooth.

"What happened?" The intern lady who was rescued at this moment still had a surprised expression on her face. She seemed to have just seen her own minister?

"Some more complicated problems, but it's nothing serious. Then we can go back and deal with our own affairs." Allen spread his hands helplessly - only then did he realize that he had made a rather middle-of-the-road problem.

It seems that he is an intern from the Ministry of Magic. In fact, he just left the person to the Ministry of Magic people without any problems, and then returning himself is the best choice.

However, now that we have brought everyone back, there is nothing more to say.

You can't just disapparate the person and take the person back, then throw the person to the Minister of Magic and tell the person that I'm sorry, I just had a little problem, and now I'm aware of it, so I rushed here specially to take the person

Did you bring it back to you?

Are you kidding? I don’t know what rumors will come out tomorrow!

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, then looked at the other person who was still thinking about life and ideals, and couldn't help but put forward a very constructive opinion; "Anyway, we just had a fight, and I'm a little tired now, why don't we

Go back to the hall and have something to eat, so you can talk while eating?"

...

After a moment of silence, the intern lady who was doubting her life finally responded. She was in confusion now and could only nod and follow Allen back.

——

In the hall, the party had already dispersed. The Ministry of Magic had mobilized almost all the forces it could mobilize to surround and kill the Inferi, leaving only a few for the guests of Hogwarts.

Except for the intern who didn't know anything and the office director who still didn't know anything, almost everyone else rushed over.

Although Professor McGonagall and the others were interested in what happened in the hall, they naturally couldn't get any information when the remaining people didn't know anything about it. Especially when the incident happened suddenly and all the hidden clues were called out, they couldn't get any information.

Know almost nothing.

There is no other way. Although the large-scale presence of the Inferi down there is worth reporting, the priority is not high enough to use those high-level secrets, and it will not have much impact on the people coming to Hogwarts. This information is naturally unnecessary.

Taking great risks to deliver.

However, such a large-scale transfer cannot be deceived. Professor McGonagall and the others were really anxious at this moment, when they saw a disheveled Allen returning with the tired interns.

Professor McGonagall was a bit more serious, but the remaining people couldn't help but feel a little bit crooked when they saw Allen dressed in mud and his clothes were a little messy - especially the intern girl who came back with Allen still had a lot of cracks in her hair.

Small branches are even more questionable.

Fortunately, before they asked questions about their strange changes in thoughts, Professor McGonagall eagerly asked them first.

"Alan, do you know what's happening outside?"

"Well, I know, Professor, it's a war, but it's not with other countries, but with an army of Inferi belonging to the saints."

"The Inferi Army?"

"That's right, Professor, almost all of them are rotten into skeletons, but the huge number is scary." Allen said while resisting his eyes from drifting to the fruits on the table - he was not kidding, he

I'm really hungry.

Killing so many dark wizards and crushing nearly 100,000 skeletons in one go was not an easy job. Allen even felt that he could eat a whole roasted lamb alive.

"Only to deal with the outbreak of the Inferi?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and then her serious expression softened a bit - if it is to deal with an emergency, it is indeed quite necessary to hide it from foreign wizards like them, even if it is both parties.

When there is already relatively good cooperation.

"Confirm, Alan?" Professor McGonagall once again thought of Alan to verify the authenticity of the news. There was no way, the matter was too involved, even if Professor McGonagall trusted Alan again, he would have confirmed the information.

Authenticity.

"Quite confirmed, after all, I did some trivial work in dealing with the outbreak of the Inferi," Allen responded with a bit of seriousness, his eyes once again couldn't help but drift towards a job

Cold cut chicken - no one has touched it yet.

"That's good," the professor nodded, and then asked further, "How large will it be, how much damage will it cause to personnel, and will it affect the implementation of the treaty we have signed this time?"

"No, Professor, I personally confirmed the scale of the Inferi tide, and killed the controller by the way. The Inferi are currently in a disorderly attack state, and the Ministry of Magic has also led a large number of people away to contain them.

Except for someone who is a little tired, nothing else will happen and the treaty will be implemented well." Allen said easily about his insignificant contribution, staring at the table on the table with the corner of his eyes.

A bunch of snacks.

"The controller?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment and realized that this was a man-made accident. "The other party was killed by you? You were not injured, right?"

"That's right, he's a pretty good guy. His status is said to be good. Logically speaking, his combat power should be acceptable, but he doesn't have enough combat experience. In the end, he was tricked to death by me." Allen recalled it for a moment and made an assessment of the opponent's combat power.

After giving a rather objective description, he responded to the following question, "No, the other party was pretty good. It just caused me some trouble at the beginning, but it actually got better later."

"That's good. I've been tired for so long. If you need to rest, go down and rest. Let's leave the dance. Now we can rest assured and wait for the good news from the Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall said.

He nodded to the others and then gave the order to rest.

There is no doubt that the reason why they are still waiting here is partly because the news is not confirmed, and the other half is because Allen has not come back since he went out. Now that the news is available, Allen is back, naturally.

It's time to go back and rest - negotiation is not something that can be accomplished easily with words. Even if there is not much real talk in the past few days, the whole group is tired enough.

Therefore, after confirming Allen's safety, the group of people, led by the staff, returned directly to the place where they were arranged to stay, without even having too much discussion about the Inferi Tide - after all, Allen did not say how strong the other party was.

, anyway, seeing that Allen was not injured, they still felt that the scale was actually that small. Compared with those, the issues that several prefects were more concerned about were.

How did Allen find out from all the way? Why do the two of them look so strange and wear clothes so weird, and there are a lot of grass clippings hanging on them? (To be continued)