Legend of Hogwarts (Harry Potter x League of Legends)

Allen wasn’t particularly bothered by the fact that he wasn’t good at flying on a broom. After all, it’s not like he had to be a jack-of-all-trades genius. His magical talent alone was more than enough to make him feel lucky, he had even considered what he’d do if he had no magical talent at all, like Neville.

Fortunately, after having his technique corrected, Allen’s test flights weren’t all that bad.

He obediently followed Madam Hooch’s instructions: hovering less than a meter off the ground before descending vertically on command. When it came to skills he hadn’t yet mastered, Allen believed it was best to listen to the experts.

Madam Hooch spent a lot of time correcting everyone’s posture, which led to many students whispering to each other while they waited.

But just because they had their form corrected didn’t mean they could fly properly, not yet. This was only the beginning.

They were brought to a field shimmering with magical halos of all kinds.

”This is the designated flight training zone,” Madam Hooch announced. ”Your task is to control your broom and pass through as many rings as possible. Every ring you pass will be counted and then disappear. You’ll notice some rings won’t open unless the previous one has been passed. Each house will send up one student at a time along their assigned flight path. After fifteen minutes, they’ll land, the rings will be tallied, and then the next student will go. The house with the highest average score at the end will earn twenty points. Now, line up in your house order!”

Soon, the first batch of students was ready. Four young wizards stood at the takeoff line, waiting for Madam Hooch’s signal.

”Wait for the whistle... Ready. Three, two, one, Tweet!”

With the sharp sound of the whistle, the four students lifted off and zoomed toward the rings.

The first few rings were comically large, you could practically fly through them with your eyes closed. All four students passed them with ease. But as they progressed, the magical rings became trickier, placed at difficult angles and requiring more precision.

One by one, students failed to pass a ring and had to circle back, wasting precious time. Because some rings only opened when the previous one had been cleared, a single mistake meant a significant delay.

Fifteen minutes flew by. Madam Hooch blew her whistle again, and the students landed, disappointed at how many rings were left untouched.

Meanwhile, Allen hadn’t been idle. He was hovering low on his broom, trying to get a feel for that elusive sense of balance and control. It wasn’t easy, after all, brooms were far more agile than motorbikes or bicycles, but by the time half the students had flown, Allen had found his rhythm.

After the session, Madam Hooch announced the end of the morning class. They weren’t dismissed yet, lunch had already been prepared at the nearby training field. After eating, they’d have an hour to socialize before resuming afternoon lessons.

Lunch was served picnic-style on a wide grassy lawn. Dozens of waterproof mats were spread out, each with a large basket filled with sandwiches of various flavors.

But the young wizards were too excited to care about the food. For the first time, they had a chance to earn house points through their own efforts. Unlike relying on top students, everyone now had a responsibility to contribute.

Before Madam Hooch could even prompt discussion, the students were already buzzing with ideas on how to better maneuver their brooms through the rings. Allen offered a suggestion but was instantly shut down.

”Allen, it’s not your fault you’re not great at flying. You’ve done plenty already. Use this time to practice more, or you’ll fall behind later!”

With no choice, Allen sheepishly asked Madam Hooch if he could get more practice in. She agreed immediately, clearly, she remembered how much he struggled earlier.

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The afternoon session resumed.

By now, the cheerful looks had faded from most students’ faces, except those in Slytherin.

Despite having the fewest students, Slytherin was pulling ahead. They came from pure-blood wizard families, and most of them had experience with flying. In a competition based on average score, their team had few weak links.

When it was Allen’s turn, only one Slytherin student remained. But at this point, Slytherin was already far ahead, practically guaranteed to win the twenty points.

The Hufflepuffs groaned when Allen stepped up. Sure, he was well-known for his excellence in most classes, but his performance this morning made it clear, he was the weak link in flying class.

Their suspicions were confirmed immediately, Allen couldn’t even find the right direction at first!

While other students were already zipping through their tenth ring, Allen had only just managed to turn toward the first. Hufflepuffs covered their faces in despair.

Come on, man. We get it, you’re not good at flying. But do you have to be this bad? You’re embarrassing your usual reputation as our MVP!

The other houses burst into laughter. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw chuckled, but Slytherin laughed the loudest, nearly doubling over. ”This guy’s practically last place material!”

But their laughter didn’t last long.

Allen’s speed through the rings was insane. He didn’t even seem to slow down.

Gasps filled the field as he tore through one ring after another, catching up to and then overtaking the other students.

It was as if he had memorized the layout, because, well, he had. Allen needed no hesitation, no corrections. Though his broom wasn’t especially faster than anyone else’s, it responded to his every move as if it were alive.

At the 14-minute mark, Allen returned to the starting point, not because he was dizzy or tired, but because he’d already cleared every ring.

Clap clap clap!

Madam Hooch broke into applause, her serious face lit up with delight.

”Incredible! A perfect run! You’re the fourth student in all my decades at Hogwarts to clear every ring on the first day! Hufflepuff, ten points!”

Slytherin’s cheers turned to stunned silence. Thanks to Allen’s overperformance, Hufflepuff now had a higher average score than them.

So, in the next round, Slytherin’s final student took off with reckless determination. He soared high into the air before diving, trying to gain enough momentum to finish the course in one go.

But by the fifteenth ring, he lost control of his speed. Luckily, Madam Hooch’s quick spell cushioned the impact, though he still broke an arm.

Flight was immediately forbidden. Madam Hooch escorted the injured boy to the hospital wing.

”What a dumb show-off,” muttered someone from Gryffindor, Slytherin’s traditional rival.

”What did you say?! Apologize to Nick!” Slytherins weren’t ones to back down. A group of them stood up threateningly.

The Gryffindors rose as well, ready to clash.

Suddenly, a spell shot from the Slytherin group toward the Gryffindors. Allen, worried it might be a harmful curse, instinctively countered it mid-air.

But instead of gratitude, he drew everyone’s ire. Nick was popular, and the Slytherins were already furious over his injury. Seeing Allen intervene only made them more chaotic.

Spells began flying at him.

And that was their mistake.

Even though he was only a first-year, Allen’s magical power, bolstered by five heroic lineages, was far beyond theirs.

He didn’t even need the magic shield he’d inherited from his mother’s side. In preparation for Professor Sigma’s twisted exams, he had taught himself several powerful defensive spells. One Protego was more than enough to block the weaker students’ attacks.

To the stunned crowd, Allen appeared invincible. With his shield active, he dodged most attacks, tanked the rest, and began casting spells of his own.

”Stupefy!”

”Impedimenta!”

”Petrificus Totalus!”

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One by one, Slytherin students dropped to the ground. Allen calmly holstered his wand and dusted off his hands.

Allen was a reasonable person. He only fought back because he wanted to talk things out.

So really, it was their fault for not being reasonable with him first.

Ding! First Victory Achieved!

Huh? The system?

In front of the dazed students, Allen suddenly froze, lost in thought as he opened the system interface. To the others, it looked like the aloof silence of a master warrior after battle.

A small golden coin appeared in the corner of his view. His balance: 15.

Given how stingy his system was, Allen quickly figured it out, first win coins. Like premium currency. Just without the extra zero he felt he deserved.

Seriously, system, what did wizards ever do to you? Charging us for coins AND making us fight each other for them?

What was it he just said about being reasonable?

Screw that. If you can win with force, why waste time talking?

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