when harry potter met league of legends

The wine splashed everywhere, and a large amount of residual wine dripped down the blond hair of the man who called himself Sean, but was so proud that he did not even want to tell his last name, and stained the expensive ceremonial robe bit by bit.

Stains dripped down along the places where moisture could easily accumulate on the robe, making the wizard who was the focus of Allen's shouts look extremely embarrassed.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was Allen's words or the poured glass of poisonous wine that made him more embarrassed.

Moreover, Allen's figure leaving angrily at this moment has given a sufficient explanation to that sentence. Most of the wizards present looked at him with strange eyes at this moment - there is nothing you can do about it, you are a well-dressed person.

It was quite strange for a wizard to talk to a wizard in the UK in the past, and the words Alan just said were obviously enough to explain why a well-dressed guy came to him.

This is a blatant attempt to blame someone, and there is no way to clean it up.

At this moment, no matter how many explanations he had to say, it was extremely pale. That slander alone gave him no reason to continue to stay at this dance - whether it was looking at her with strange eyes, or with a few words.

The look of joy in his eyes made Sean feel that the poisonous wine poured on him was not just an insult, but also the act of eroding all his clothes and leaving them in the middle of the banquet.

After angrily staring at the guy named Allen who threw a glass of wine and ran to the door as if to prove by his actions that he didn't want to be in the same room with someone like him, Sean gritted his teeth and looked at the guy on the other side.

As he stepped out of the exit, the killing intent in his heart almost boiled.

That bastard! How dare he! He actually used such despicable behavior to slander him on such an occasion!

Sean almost completely rudely rejected the Ministry of Magic personnel who were about to take him to change clothes. The moment he left the confines of magic, he started to disapparate and arrived at the wooden house where they had previously discussed matters.

At this moment, the proud discussion in the room did not even stop.

"...As for that poison, even if Dumbledore takes it himself, it will happen on the day of the game and cannot be suppressed at all - Master Christine's ability to study the Sorcerer's Stone is not touted, just that kid,

If it weren't for the seriousness of the matter this time and the fact that those families wanted to take revenge, how could they deserve to be at this level..."

"Sean? Why are you back? Did that kid drink the medicine?"

The questioner responded with an angry curse, and after the questioner quickly dodged it, the chair was shattered into pieces of wood.

Sean's eyes were a little bloodshot, "Don't mention the poison to me - who swore that he would never be discovered, all I have to do is to confirm that he really drank the poisonous wine."

of?"

"Impossible! At most, he is just a recent graduate. Even if he has excellent grades in the herbal medicine class, it is absolutely impossible for him to discover those almost colorless and odorless poisons!"

"But the problem now is that he found out!" Sean's tone was a bit fanatical, "That bastard, that bastard poured the wine directly on my face in front of everyone, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Make no rebuttal! Because I will come back quickly to find the antidote to that damn poison!"

"No need -" a familiar voice sounded in Sean's body, and then he felt a force coming from his chest that seemed to tear him apart completely, "People who are about to die need to be rescued."

What's the medicine for? Well - by the way, I'll try to do it as quickly as possible, Mr. Sean."

Together with the voice, Allen's shadow slowly flowed out of Sean's body - "Just to thank you for sending me here so quickly."

Scythe of Shadow Stream·Kayin, split the shadow of the body, activate. (To be continued)