when harry potter met league of legends

Seeing that it was almost late at night, Allen, who was exhausted by the sudden bad things and forced memories, decided to go back and have a good night's rest - no matter how anxious he was, the damn thief couldn't

He suddenly ran over and was caught by him, and he still had things to do tomorrow.

Dragging his exhausted body, Allen feebly added stealth to himself - he already had enough troubles, and he didn't want to add any more unnecessary trouble to himself.

After passing through the stairs that never changed too far, Allen quickly came to the corner of an aisle - "Ouch!" - Allen let out a soft cry, he tripped over something.

"Meow~!" A cry sounded at the same time as Alan's call - it was Mrs. Norris, Mr. Filch's cat.

Thanks to the large amount of dried fish provided by Alan - thanks to the strong support of the kitchen next door - Mrs. Norris did not choose to call Mr. Filch loudly, but stared at Alan dissatisfied.

"Be good - I don't have any fish to eat now, let's wait until next time." Allen leaned down and touched Mrs. Norris's head, and then the cat who almost became a spirit at Hogwarts whispered dissatisfiedly.

He yelled, gave Allen a dissatisfied look, and walked away with a catwalk - yes, an authentic catwalk.

Looking at Mrs. Norris's retreating figure, Allen chuckled softly, feeling that his pressure had become a lot less, and that sense of urgency had disappeared a lot from him - wait? There seems to be something wrong!

Allen then noticed that he had just come out of the stealth state because he bumped into Mrs. Norris - of course, this was not important, there was no one nearby anyway - what was important was that he had squatted down because

Touching Mrs. Norris, she placed her body under the starry sky projected from the window!

Although the inheritance from the Widow Maker allows him to ignore these most basic light source problems and go into hiding - but due to the caution of the top killer, the inheritance will never let him have the habit of stepping into the starlight - therefore

, on the road before, he was accustomed to walking in the shadows.

Because he was too mentally exhausted today, Allen didn't notice the approach of Mrs. Norris, who was walking almost silently. It was precisely because of Mrs. Norris that he crouched into the starlight - therefore, under the starlight

, the inheritance from Soraka, Son of the Stars, automatically came into play.

As waves of coolness poured into his mind, Allen felt that the murderous intention that originally filled his heart gradually subsided - followed by fear.

He has been setting a bottom line for himself to prevent himself from becoming that kind of vicious murderer. But why was the first thing that came to his mind today was to kill the thief?

A single forgetfulness spell can solve this problem!

There is no doubt that this is the cauldron cursed by the Pharaoh - since it can control Allen's depression, it is natural that his anger will not be a problem.

After silently raising the priority of exploring Soraka's power by several levels in his mind, Allen desperately wanted to get out the pharaoh who was annihilated in form and spirit, point his finger at his nose and scold him - it was not Allen who killed him, dig him up.

It wasn't Allen who dug up his grave. Frankly speaking, he even avenged the pharaoh - those vampires were definitely the descendants of the vampires who dug up his grave - why did this guy get stuck with him!

Naturally, there is nothing to argue with the dead. Allen grumbled angrily and then stood up and walked in the direction he came from - because he was controlled by the angry emotion just now, he failed to pay attention to too many details!

After being determined, Allen gritted his teeth and took out more than half of the gold coins that had just reached three digits after buying Tears of the Goddess from the system to buy a small and inconspicuous thing - the True Vision Guard.

He carefully inserted it into a pile of debris - the reason why he did not use the free accessories given by the system was entirely because they lasted too short, and the duration of two hours was far from enough for Ai

Lun spent a long time monitoring this place that he couldn't visit often.

After completing this process, Allen took a few steps towards the location of the two rows of footprints - under the influence of the curse, he had actually forgotten to carefully check this most important thing!

It's a big footprint, but nowhere near the size of an adult wizard - which means Alan can rule out a lot of suspects.

Except for a few special students, the owner of these feet should be older than Allen, but he should not be an adult wizard - even the footprints of adult witches are slightly larger than this footprint.

Although Allen was not very proficient in trace studies such as footprints, the footprints in front of him reassured him about one thing - at least, it was not Dumbledore or other professors.

It's a pity that the wizard's shoes do not distinguish between men and women, so at present, his goal is not very clear, but at least he has eliminated the most difficult characters - especially Quirrell. Allen can't imagine this and

What will happen to a crazy admirer like Barty Crouch Jr. after he gets a Horcrux?

Hastily cleaning up the remnants of his entry, Allen left the Room of Requirement - he didn't want the thief to find out that someone had come in at the first time in the future. As for waiting for him to see the inscriptions - I'm sorry, Allen already knew it clearly.

I saw his face - and maybe he was already blocking the door.

After doing all this, Allen sighed slightly - these were the only remedies he could think of. He hoped that the guy would be greedy and sneak over again in the shortest possible time - otherwise, he would only have to spend his time.

He searched for it from the wizards at Hogwarts - it was no small project, and he could only rely on a theory - Guys who have been in close contact with Horcruxes for a long time will suffer the backlash of Horcruxes.

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After finishing everything, Allen was dumbfounded after leaving the Room of Requirement - before his eyes, a thin bright white parabola slowly appeared from the dark blue night, splashing out in the smoke like molten iron just out of the furnace.

Come, and then the light blooms from the sky at this moment - in other words, in a less literary way - it's dawn!

In other words, Alan, who is exhausted mentally and physically after working all night, will be sitting at the breakfast table soon - because a new day has begun again!

However, the even more unfortunate news is that - not only is there no history of magic today, but - the first class is Headmaster Hufflepuff's Herbology class, and the second class is Professor Snape's Potions class!

Um, Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital, I would like to ask you something, can I be hospitalized if I fail in cultivating immortality?