when harry potter met league of legends

Allen was not aware of what was happening next to him - it was not like he had nothing to do. He had remembered all the wizards who had beaten him, and he would be a fool to beat them again when they came to find a place.

Painful things.

With that kind of free time, how great would it be to make a little money?

Not to mention that the other party didn't even really come to make trouble, even if it did make trouble, it wouldn't be a big deal. What really caused him a little trouble was that there were actually quite a lot of people from the school this time, and it took a lot of time to organize the team-

—The main reason is that the height difference is really big. It would be too unorganized to queue up according to grade, and it would take too much time to adjust the students back and forth.

"It's not okay yet, Alan. To be honest, we haven't eaten for a long time since we set off in the morning."

Selma's classmate's resentful voice sounded low, causing Allen to roll his eyes - why don't you know why the rows are not neatly arranged? You are all fifth grade prefects, and the fourth grade girls are better than you.

High, just arranging your station is a waste of five minutes!

"Next time you use magic and other means such as decorations or hairstyles to disguise your height when standing in line, I will report it to the professor and ask you to pile dragon dung!" Allen threatened him unceremoniously.

He concealed his guilty conscience, then intentionally or unintentionally ignored the few fourth-grade girls behind Thelma, and directly examined the team behind him, causing the unreliable prefect of his own college to send a joking shout.

chuckle.

This unlucky kid!

Allen secretly gritted his teeth, quickly looked at the team one last time, and then reported directly to the professor that the team was ready and almost ready to go to participate in the ceremony (to have a meal).

The team from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was blocked by the boat, was organized much faster than the team at Hogwarts - after all, although the school is not in Germany, in fact, judging from the radiation area of ​​the Ministry of Magic,

The location of Durmstrang is under the jurisdiction of the German Ministry of Magic, which means that he is also a landlord after all. Although he cannot be used for fighting, at least he can still act like a master at such times.

However, Allen didn't listen to the conversation between the principals over there. After all, he was just there to make a living.

While Professor McGonagall was discussing matters with the other side, Allen walked back to the front of the team and showed a wicked smile to Harry, who was at the front of the boys' side: "How are you preparing?"

"Well, I'm pretty well prepared for the competition and so on. Of course, I won't give up training these days."

Harry's expression was extremely serious. It was obvious that although Harry's classmate was distributing dog food there just now, he was still well prepared for the competition and did not delay it.

"Who asked you this - there is a banquet going on later, are you ready to be the flower girl?" Allen's tone was serious, but there was no suppressed smile on his face.

Well, if there are no mistakes, Harry will have to change into a flower-laying robe later - who told him that Harry was the shortest among the students who came with him this time?

"puff--"

Thelma next to her couldn't help laughing, but she saw Allen's pity eyes: "Well, Thelma, usually the two flower girls go over to lay flowers. Normally, the fourth grade has priority.

But now—"

…

Selma's classmate suffered a fatal blow.

Just as Allen was suppressing a smile and looking at the two of them, Professor McGonagall came over, glanced at the neatly arranged team, and showed a satisfied look, "Well, it seems that we are ready -

—Potter and Thelma, go and change into your gown. Later you will be responsible for bringing the Hogwarts gifts to Minister Warner, and Robinette, you will also prepare."

The professor took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Allen, "There will be a student representative speaking later. Although there is no need to unscript or anything, you should read the manuscript several times in advance - by the way, you also go to change the ceremonial robe.

.”

Allen, who was snickering on the side, was suddenly stunned... (To be continued)