when harry potter met league of legends

What surprised Allen was that he was deceived. There was no dean at all. Instead, he was greeted by a bunch of naughty kids holding candles. When he opened the door, two bouquets exploded directly in front of his eyes.

Ribbons and confetti fell directly from his head. The small cakes and the few barely rich dishes on the table in the middle told him one thing - this was not an invitation from the dean, but from these naughty kids.

He throws a going-away party!

If the plot develops according to the plot, Allen will be very moved, and several naughty children will work hard to welcome a new life in the next time. How warm and beautiful all this will be...

However, instead of being moved at all, Allen felt a little bit pained...

Who told these little bastards that he was leaving tomorrow!

Are you kidding? It's still early before Hogwarts starts!

A leading ginger-haired boy stood up, holding a candle and said: "Brother Allen, they said you are leaving and going to a boarding school. There is nothing we can do but say goodbye to you.

Banquet, I wish you, brother, to make a world of difference in boarding school!"

Well, that's true, but why can Allen hear such uncontrollable joy from it?

Looking at the other little bastards, almost all of them were filled with joy, and the remaining ones had expressions of admiration rather than sadness.

Merlin's wool socks! Are these guys having a farewell party or a celebration party for his departure? Didn't those adoring guys take the stories he told them before to be true?

This evil trend must be stopped! Allen bent the index and middle fingers of his right hand and hit the leader's head hard. As he screamed in pain, he said angrily: "I started school on September 1st.

It’s only August now! You guys~”

Allen didn't finish what he said, because there were exclamations from the naughty kids around him, and then he heard the sound of an owl waving its wings. When he turned his head, he found a brown owl with a letter tied to its leg.

It flew past and landed on the table he was originally facing.

Allen picked up a smoked sardine from the plate on the table and handed it to the owl.

Apparently this food suited the owl's appetite. After quickly enjoying the snack, it handed it over with its left foot, and Allen carefully took out the letter.

It still has the familiar coat of arms, but there is only one ticket in the letter. No need to look closely, it is the Hogwarts train, starting at station nine and three-quarters.

After the owl flew away, a group of children who didn't even dare to breathe began to comment on how cool and handsome they were. To them, an owl that seemed to be domesticated was a miracle.

"Okay, be quiet." Allen pressed his hand to calm down the discussion of these naughty kids, clapped his hands and said, "Although you got the date wrong, since everything is ready, I will apply with the dean.

, I can make an exception and go to bed at 11 o'clock today."

Then the atmosphere could no longer be controlled. Going to bed at 9:30 was like sitting in a dark room for these energetic kids.

However, to Allen's expectation, even the wildest child could not persist past 10:30. Obviously, the power of the biological clock is not something that these children under the age of 12 can bear.

After helping the dean carry the youngest children who were sleeping on the table into their rooms, Allen said good night to his dean and went back.

It was just eleven o'clock, but the nightlife had just begun.

Although he received many surprises today, Allen does not intend to change his original habits.

Even for the sake of his own development, Allen still maintains the habit of walking around London at night every Wednesday for half the night. As for the lack of sleep - I'm sorry, Aunt Elsa, I slept so much in the theology class on Thursday.

People, one more than me is not too much.

London at night is a wonderful place. Different from the bustling city during the day, London at night is a drunken city. The dance halls and bars that are closed during the day inject strange vitality into the city at night - this is destined to happen.

There is a big shadow in this city under such a feasting and feasting scene.

Allen has stepped into the shadows many times, but he has never killed anyone. Even if he cannot use his skills, the abilities given to him by the system are enough to allow him to move safely here.

Although he has no heroic rescues, he has punished many robbers - hoping that the trash can and their empty wallets will make them wake up after a night of coma.

However, Allen's work was in vain that night, and the security level in London was really a bit high at this time.

Allen's Wednesday parade was unsatisfactory until the last Wednesday at the end of August.

At this time, Allen was already a little anxious. If there is still no harvest today, it means that he will not have time to obtain gold galleons through this easiest way until the beginning of next summer. As for other ways to make money, he really

I don’t have any ideas for the moment. After all, he is still just an 11-year-old child.

However, today was obviously the day when the goddess of luck smiled. Just when Allen had been searching for a long time without success, a strong smell of blood appeared in front of him with a crisp gunshot, and then a man appeared in front of him running quickly.

From the gun still smoking in his hand, it was clear who the murderer of the shooting was. Then, without waiting for Allen to think about it, the murderer directly raised the gun in his hand without saying anything.

Shoot directly.

This was the first time Allen had seen such a cruel guy, but it was of no use. As Allen moved his fingers slightly, the bullet flying towards him quickly encountered a blue film, and then the film shattered.

It disappeared, as if nothing happened. Even the Piltover policewoman's terrifying modified gun could block the shield, which was still effective against the bullets of this ordinary pistol.

The thing that responded to the panic-stricken murderer was a ball of flying lightning, and then the battle ended, taking a total of 3 seconds.

What really took a lot of time was the process of getting the murderer to the bottom of the river. Fortunately, the Thames was very close and there were a lot of stones along the river.

Allen gained a lot from this encounter. One thousand pounds is not a small sum no matter where you put it. As for the sequelae, haha, if the body is not found, the police will only find the shooting case, and the escaped murderer will 99% of the time.

He was thought to be hiding. Even if the Ministry of Magic went to the scene to investigate, they would not be able to find a new student who had just entered school, especially since he did not use a wand at all.

Killing someone is not a big problem, especially when the other party strikes first. The only problem is that after he calculated, the thousand pounds was only 200 galleons. After being converted into the system, it was 2,000 gold coins, which was far from 6,300.

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So, Merlin, please give me a few more Muggle assassins, the kind with money.