when harry potter met league of legends

It seems like I ate the wrong cake?

Allen was stunned for a moment, and then a wry smile appeared on his face - he thought it was reserved for him, but it turned out to be someone else's plate.

Who would have thought of this miserable world? Allen rolled his eyes angrily, then picked up his wine glass and walked towards the table next to him - even though he knew why he was kicked, he still desperately wanted someone to come over

Looking for trouble or something, so that he can find someone to have a friendly and harmonious competition or something.

Well, it is just for the purpose of friendly communication between foreign countries about the use of magic and the possible harm caused by magic. There are absolutely no other ideas.

Holding the wine glass, Allen walked towards other areas with a harmless smile, expecting someone to make a request for a duel or something.

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"Good evening, Mr. Robinette."

Just when Allen still found nothing after shopping around and started to complain that the wizards who came to compete were all a group of courageless fish, a well-dressed man stood next to him - this was not to say that the other party was polite.

The robe is novel or expensive, but on the other party's body, there are three magic accessories with a strong sense of history that match the robe.

Well, everything else is false, only this is real - no matter how old the ceremonial robe is paired with this, it can still make its owner an extremely popular guest at most banquets.

Although ceremonial robes and the like are expensive, they are nothing compared to those decorations. A wizard's dignity cannot be expressed by ceremonial robes, especially in some occasions where Muggle clothes are required, purebloods wearing the wrong gender will be

Yes, but these inherited items are not as easy to mix up as clothes. Muggles cannot recognize them. But even if wizards can't see the sense of history on them, can they still not realize that they are magical items?

Even the bat spirit Umbridge, when she got Slytherin's locket, resolutely decided to bring it with her to disguise her blood connection - well, there is no way, this is what wizards recognize.

Therefore, when this decent wizard came over, Allen was still a little curious.

As far as he knew, wizards in Germany generally had a feeling of - well, not looking down on people, but a habitual feeling of being superior to wizards from other countries in terms of momentum. This was not intentional, but it was a habit that had been developed.

I just feel like I'm a level above you.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The school that Malfoy admires the most is Durmstrang, because there are all purebloods - to be precise, there are no pure Muggle-born wizards.

The magical world that Voldemort worked hard for a long time to clean has been completed long ago. For purebloods who like to despise others, it is simply a holy place. Unless they are the kind who like to step on people every day, otherwise they will definitely want to move there.

side.

In fact, if the Malfoy family hadn't been operating in the UK for too long, and the heirs were as rare as other pure-bloods, they would have opened up a new route in Germany - in fact, the connections in the UK still require children to be in school

After taking care of things inside, if you go to Durmstrang, you will be completely blank when you return home.

Therefore, the sudden appearance of a polite wizard with a certain heritage in Germany really surprised Allen. What those wizards like most is actually ignoring others...

Just when Allen was staring at the other party curiously, the other party directly answered the previous greeting.

"Gin?" The other party raised the glass with a smile, "Muggle wine, although it is a bit strong, it is very famous."

Wait, this pronunciation?

Allen vaguely heard the familiar name, and then realized the other name of this wine, gin...

mmp, isn’t this the base wine? Although it’s not impossible to drink it directly, it always feels weird. However, asking wizards to classify Muggle wine in such detail is a bit too demanding, so I’ll just drink it.

Well, although the type and name of the wine give people an endless desire to complain...

Seeing Allen's changing expression, the other person suddenly felt that something was messed up. After considering the information, the man who came over suddenly went directly to the topic at Allen who was still struggling.

"It seems that Mr. Robinette doesn't care much about alcohol, so let's talk about something practical - about the game," he said quickly with a smile, and then spoke before Allen could refuse.

Added the following words.

"We will provide Mr. Robint with a fund to win the championship in this competition, and in return, Mr. Robint must provide some positive interviews and related reports for our workshop after winning the championship.

Everyone makes money in a win-win situation, and by the way, Mr. Robint, you can also take this opportunity to become an idol-like existence for this generation of wizards across the world."

...

The gentleman who suddenly appeared was still chattering, but Allen was immediately stunned by the middle sentence - Is this for the rhythm of Garen becoming an idol? (To be continued)