when harry potter met league of legends

The huge fire was piled up with carefully selected branches of almost equal thickness. It was dark and silent. Even the setting sun was cut into countless parts in the thick branches. The almost lightless forbidden forest stood tall and still.

The bark of the tree was peeled off from the wooden pillars, and a girl with an unwilling face and a stunning face wearing a long wizard robe was tied up with vines. She was holding a weapon and arguing. Even in December, she was still covered with just a few pieces of fur.

The strong muscles that keep warm look like bulging centaurs - this is a scene that could almost make a very eye-catching cartoon.

Especially the pillars erected nearby with different patterns carved on them and the smell of spices constantly emanating from the fire made the scene in front of me even more memorable.

But for some reason, Allen suddenly thought of the most popular new book in a hidden suitcase under his bed. Ahem - Allen shook his head and shook this association out of his mind.

Now is not the time to make excuses, saving people is more important.

In short, Allen has no intention of communicating with this bunch of self-playing chuunibyouduo - he has been doing divination for so long, and in the end he almost became a protected animal. He is still divining against the stars, looking like an outsider.

Looks like a noob...

However, even if a group of rookies can live for such a long time, apart from the fact that Hogwarts is very effective in protecting its own magical creatures, they still have some abilities.

Just when Allen and the others got close to a certain distance, the few people who were standing in front of them, mumbling about something, pinching handfuls of spices and throwing them into the fire from time to time, suddenly stopped.

With the movement, the sound of hoofbeats, the lower body stood upright, and the bow and arrow in his hand were steadily aimed at the place where Allen and the others were.

"who?"

The arrows soaked in various herbs and ground with magical materials were firmly pointed at Allen and the others - compared to the guns among Muggles, which Hagrid contemptuously called Muggles' tools to kill each other.

, this kind of arrow is the real life-threatening weapon for wizards. Gormlai Gent, the biological aunt of Aesop Seal, the founder of Ilvermorny, a pure descendant of Slytherin, and Slytherin himself.

The original holder of the wand, a dark wizard who had reached the realm of immortality, was shot by an arrow similar to this but with materials strengthened countless times.

Of course, due to the ban of the Ministry of Magic and the preciousness of the materials, only elders in the entire centaurs tribe are qualified to carry such arrows - even if none of the wizards present knows the origin of this arrow.

Da Da, still felt the terrifying power from Zhang Man's bow and arrow.

Well, except for Allen - although these arrows look exaggerated, they are aimed at wizards. If you put them on him, you have to consider how painful the arrows will be...

Allen coughed and cleared his throat: "Sorry, I didn't know you were at the gathering, but..."

But the rest of the words could no longer be said because Allen was completely mute.

Because he had no idea that after so many years, the chuunibyou of these centaurs not only had no tendency to be cured, but actually seemed to become more serious!

Originally, he had thought that the young centaurs would be better off, but the elders in power would be better off after all, right?

That kind of foreign worship seems abnormal anyway. Isn't it a normal operation to strictly prohibit it? At least you have to brainwash the tribesmen and tell them to strictly identify the identity of the visitor and not to increase the friendship level to the highest level all at once.

, it’s enough to be respectful on the surface, right?

It makes sense and is normal for Allen to think so.

After all, such a large group, one that could even give the Death Eaters the final blow, would be so powerful that even an elder would not be able to part with it if they were all taken out at once!

People who are more ruthless will attack directly when they meet, and it is very possible to beat the other party to death directly - what? If they are beaten to death, then what qualifications does the other party have to be worshiped? As for if they can't be beaten to death, they will be beaten.

You are up, you have a grudge, why don't you take action quickly?

Well, thinking about it this way, there is nothing wrong in a strict sense.

But Allen forgot a sentence - mentally ill people have broad thinking, and young people with a low profile have more joy.

Unfortunately, both Sagittarius and Horse have this tendency...

As a result, in Allen's desperate eyes, the bows and arrows in the hands of the elders who were pointing at the three of them gradually relaxed, and the precious arrows originally attached to the bowstrings were like

It fell to the ground as if it was worthless, and then, two lines of clear tears appeared on the wrinkled faces of the elders.

Immediately afterwards, there was almost a continuous thumping sound. The elders who were still presiding over the ceremony immediately gave up their hooves. They knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces. They looked at Allen with the eyes like believers who saw them worshiping.

Idols generally...

As Allen's heart thumped, the thing he least wanted to see happened - a group of elders knelt down. There was no one in the group who was unconvinced and knelt down.

The two people following Lun were completely dumbfounded.

Allen's heart suddenly had countless alpacas running past - Coach, this is different from the script!

At the beginning, Allen planned to make the other party suspicious and prepare to do another divination for him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Allen snatched the person and ran away - divination does not exist, it is good if he can fool him, as long as he

Time has been delayed. Will it not be easy for him to come to the Forbidden Forest in the future?

You know, after so many years, he has been wandering in the Forbidden Forest a lot. He can avoid the centaurs every time because of his real ability. If this happened, can the group of centaurs still rush out to catch him?

However, these guys don't play according to the routine at all!

"Well, I'm sorry, classmate Allen, excuse me, what's going on?"

A timid voice sounded from behind. Unfortunately, Allen had no intention of comforting her. He raised his arm and Fleur, who was originally tied to the pillar, fell down. Allen caught her with a floating spell and threw it into Harry's hand.

Inside, he quickly collected Fleur and the others' golden eggs, put them into his own bag, threw Fleur to Harry, held Harry with one hand and the other one, and said without even looking back:

"Walk!"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he found that he was already floating in the air, and his whole body entered a state of high speed.

When he came back to his senses a little, he realized that he was carrying Fleur with one hand and was being carried by Allen with one hand. Under Allen's feet, a ball of sand and gravel that had expanded nearly one meter high formed a wall that was constantly flying.

Wall, leading a group of four of them to travel in the Forbidden Forest at high speed.

Behind them, the centaur elder's words just started: "Dear--"

What?

Harry wanted to hear what the people behind him wanted to say, but this idea soon came to nothing. Allen was running too fast, and the only sound in his ears was the whistling wind.

"Tree, tree, tree! Alan, tree!" Harry realized the problem when he came to his senses and shouted hurriedly.

However, to his surprise, when the green light on their body collided with the big tree that was about to hit them, they did not feel any obstruction at all, as if they were sitting on it.

Same as the Knight Bus.

Unfortunately, when he opened his mouth to ask this question, the wind that poured into his mouth completely erased his thoughts. After taking several sips of the northwest wind, Harry wisely chose to give up the question.

With this choice, I began to concentrate on enjoying this trip.

To be honest, compared to the Knight Bus, although it feels colder, it also makes people feel more like flying in the sky on a broomstick - especially when traveling like this, there is no need to worry about obstacles.

The problem of things makes things more perfect.

It was a full ten minutes' journey when they rushed here, but under the influence of Allen's magic, it was over before even a minute passed. The fire where they were cooking soup was even still emitting green smoke at this moment.

, making Harry feel a little hungry - it seems that there is still a lot of barbecue prepared by Alan, maybe the two of them can eat for a while before looking for their own golden eggs.

However, to Harry's expectation, Allen, who was running with them, showed no tendency to stop. Allen's eyes were focused on the exit, and they continued to move towards the exit at a high speed.

"Hey, Alan, we haven't taken the golden egg yet!" Harry tried to remind Alan, but as soon as he said the word "hello", he was hit by the cold wind that came in, causing the following words to completely lose the tone.

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After a full meal of cold air, Harry decisively gave up on trying to persuade Alan - just go out, since he had almost collected the golden eggs anyway.

After greeting the unknown guy who was looking at the three unconscious wizards with his eyes, Allen rushed over directly from the exit marked by magic with an indifferent expression on his face.

to the center of the field.

"Oh my God, it's Alan and Harry!"

"That's right, it's them. What happened to them that made them escape from the Forbidden Forest in such a miserable state?"

"Oh my god, is it true that there is a giant dragon in the legendary Forbidden Forest? Otherwise, why would Allen and the others be in such a mess?"

"Don't be kidding. It's not like Allen has never fought against a giant dragon. There must be many more terrifying beings in the Forbidden Forest than the giant dragon!"

"Is it because the two of them snatched a beautiful witch each? You see Harry is carrying one on his shoulders, and Alan is carrying one by himself. Are they being besieged by wizards from other schools because of this?"

The person who said this was quickly punished by a curse - is this what the warrior in his school said?

But after taking care of the guy who couldn't speak at all, the remaining people who took action couldn't help but wonder - the bastard with a bad mouth seemed to have some truth. Looking at the two people carrying one,

He looks like a barbarian returning after a great battle carrying the spoils of war.

Considering the long and lengthy history of the Triwizard Tournament, is this a reserved event?

It's hard to say - everyone made eye contact, and then unanimously chose not to talk about this issue. If there really is this tradition, it would be a bit embarrassing to say it.

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On the field, Allen realized that he had rushed out, and then he released the magic, put down the two people he was holding, and then gasped out of fear.

It was simply a public execution just now!

It's okay to be kneeled down by a bunch of people in front of acquaintances. If they add a bunch of prophecies to Allen again, Allen will feel that he has no shame hanging around on campus - how will he maintain his integrity in the future?

Teach Harry majestically? Will the tuition fees be charged?

Heaving a sigh of relief, Allen noticed that he had run out, and a group of judges and students were staring at them.

At this time, Allen remembered that the golden egg belonging to them hadn't risen yet - but it didn't matter, it was just like this, it was better than hiding from the people in the Forbidden Forest, right?

The playing field is not big, and if the opponent were to investigate, finding the golden eggs would be in the way, so that's fine for now.

Allen was relieved, but the referee's seat above was obviously unable to sit still.

At first, when they saw someone running out in a panic, they were even prepared to immediately enter the Forbidden Forest for rescue. However, after finding that none of the four people who came out had any problems, they calmed down a little and prepared to ask. However, the four people who came out were...

The individual neither asked for help nor lamented that he had escaped. In desperation, Bagman, as the person in charge, asked in a calm voice:

"What happened?"

"No, nothing happened. We were just rushing out to finish the game." Allen opened his eyes and started talking nonsense - he couldn't reveal the dark history by himself, could he?

Ending the game? Bagman felt like he'd eaten an earwax-flavored braised bean.

Did you come together as a team to finish the competition? Even if the results of previous competitions were linked to time, I never saw you in such a hurry!

After persuading himself to keep quiet, Bagman patiently continued to ask: "What about your golden eggs?"

Alan took two out of his pocket, and then said to Harry: "Harry, golden eggs."

Three golden eggs were poured out of Harry's pocket, and the audience cheered - five golden eggs, there is no better result than this.

Bagman suddenly had a smile on his face - he had bet a lot of money on Harry, hoping that Harry would do well. When Harry and Allen teamed up, their team score was first

It was something he enjoyed hearing and seeing.

He left the referee's seat and began to confirm the authenticity of the golden eggs. He fiddled with the many golden eggs with his fingers and calculated the basic scores for Allen and the others.

A minute later, he discovered something was wrong, raised his head towards Alan and the others, and asked Harry: "Where is your golden egg?"

"Aren't they all here?"

"No, I mean, where are your own golden eggs? Why are they all other people's?"

"Um, sorry, Mr. Bagman, we haven't had time to get it yet." Harry added quickly.

The expressions of the referees on the scene suddenly changed, but their eyes did not look at Allen and the others. Instead, they stared at Dumbledore - this was no longer just Allen's problem, but they had to go to their principal.

’s matter.

What do you mean?

The five golden eggs are for all the remaining contestants - you people at Hogwarts don't even bother to dig up your own in order to grab our golden eggs? (To be continued)