when harry potter met league of legends

Valor is still as reliable as ever. If the current conditions were not prohibitive, Allen might feed him a small bag of high-quality owl food at this moment - no way, after staying with the owls at Hogwarts for a long time, it will

I got into this hobby involuntarily.

Although Allen specifically searched for loot out of the unique habit of a veteran RPG player, it is a pity that these vampires obviously did not have the good habit of bringing coins with them when they went out to fight so that their opponents could collect the corpses - they were another bunch of poor people.

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Even Allen himself was a little incredible that he could resolve the battle so quickly - these vampires were so stupid that they just kept chasing behind them, without even being able to separate one person to block them!

Although they had powerful magic, they had to follow the road. They were just a few tents, which could be ignited with magic to prevent Allen from hiding in and making a sneak attack. They didn't even cast a spell on Allen during the chase.

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There is no investigation, no hunting, no magic to force people to move, no verbal threats, not even the most basic cooperation - if vampires are really like this, then this race will end sooner or later, or to put it more euphemistically,

Take jujube pills?

But for Allen, whether vampires are finished or not has nothing to do with him - he even wishes that this race would be finished sooner, after all, the best enemy is a dead enemy.

According to common sense, Allen should leave at this time - he has no reason to help those werewolves who have no kindness to him - to be precise, if these werewolves did not get in the way, he would be able to do well this afternoon

He had to beat up the Auror who chased him all the way - he was not a gleaming gold Galleons, so how could he be so charming!

As for the werewolf's promise not to deliver him to the Auror? Haha, wouldn't he be caught without them?

The only thing that made him reluctant to part with it was something on that leader - something that caused a huge reaction in the system - as to what it was, it was unknown.

Originally, his first reaction was to run away, but the unexpected weakness of these vampires made him hesitate.

Go? Or stay and take another risk?

Allen began to think about the pros and cons.

But his thoughts were soon interrupted - Valor issued a warning!

Allen pulled out his wand and pointed it at the place where Valor prompted.

"No!" - an exclamation made Allen stop the curse he was about to issue - this voice was very familiar to him, and it was the owner of this voice who forced Allen to eat a lot of food this afternoon.

"Come out!" Allen gave the order calmly without putting down his wand - at this time, he would not trust someone who was meeting and eating all afternoon, especially if this person was a werewolf.

Werewolf? Wait!

Why can he still speak human language?

Sure enough, the person who came out with his wand raised high to show that he had given up resistance was not a werewolf, but a wizard who looked exactly the same as that afternoon.

"Wizard? Are you not a werewolf?" Allen quickly stepped forward, took away his wand, and asked.

"No, I'm not, I just want to be but haven't been recognized." The man shook his head and replied sadly.

Want to be a werewolf? Are you kidding me, there are so many strange things every year today? Or should I say that the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

But it's none of Allen's business. If he wants to be a werewolf, let him be. Allen threw his wand aside.

"You can do it if you want. I wish you good luck, but before I leave, I'll give you a piece of advice - hide better. Vampires are coming in. Although it is estimated that you will win, you should stay away from the battlefield with your strength."

Allen turned and left, leaving this sentence to him - of course, Valor kept watching this man to see if there was any strange movement.

Allen had just figured out that if people are too greedy, they could easily push themselves to death - so he decided to give up the risky behavior and leave directly.

Seeing Allen walking away from the battlefield, the man over there suddenly shouted: "Hey, the battlefield is over there!"

Allen didn't look back: "I know, so I'm leaving the battlefield!"

"You can't! They need you!" The man rushed towards Allen excitedly.

A curse that exploded on the ground stopped his intention, and Allen turned around:

"I don't care what your relationship is with them, they have nothing to do with me anyway!

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to be in this damn place.

I was neither invited nor treated as a guest.

I was even attacked by drugs and smoke.

So - why should I help them?"

"But, they are really good people..."

"A good person, a good person who controls people? Or a good person who keeps claiming to be a good person and drugging his guests?"

There was a moment of silence.

Then under Allen's surprised gaze, the man knelt down.

"Coward!" - A barrier spell was issued from Allen's wand, knocking the man to the ground directly. He hated this kind of man who played the emotional card without reason!

"Pick up your wand. What's the point of kneeling down to beg? Why don't you have the courage to fight!"

"I can't, I can't even defeat the weakest vampire, I-I'm almost a squib!" The man shouted these words with a roar of pain.

"So, please, save Nelly, I can't live without her! I know you can definitely do it, those three vampires were wiped out by you in just a moment!"

He struggled to get up, knelt down again, and lowered his head heavily at the same time.

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Squibs, the most miserable magicians - they know everything about the mysterious wizarding world, but they are separated from this world by a thick glass wall.

They are often the least talented children among wizards. Not only can they watch others practice magic with envy, but they also have to endure the discrimination imposed on them by the outside world - for wizards, squibs are the embodiment of shame.

After a brief silence, Allen spoke.

"Who is Nelly? A werewolf?"

"A very cute girl, my lover." The man raised his head suddenly, and a light called hope flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

"How long have you stayed here?" Allen asked mindlessly.

"For three years, I only have some talent in potions, so..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Allen.

"It's been three years? You said before that you wanted to become a werewolf?"

"Yes, but Nelly has always refused to bite me..."

This idiot wizard...

Allen turned and left, heading towards the battlefield.

Suddenly, he felt that the unknown item on the vampire was much more attractive. Sure enough, he was still too greedy.

Who cares, what kind of wizard would he be if he was scared away by those weak vampires?