Legend of Hogwarts (Harry Potter x League of Legends)

The professor in charge of Flying was a stern-looking middle-aged man. Judging from how the noisy crowd snapped into orderly silence the moment he appeared, it was clear his authority wasn’t just for show.

Now that was a good teacher. Strict discipline meant high standards, and that gave Allen the perfect opportunity to execute his plan.

Because of Allen’s presence as a foreign exchange student, the professor thoughtfully reintroduced the lesson format, explaining that while the rules were mostly the same as at Hogwarts, today’s flying would involve maneuvering through a series of feather-cushioned obstacles instead of enchanted rings.

Once the professor had finished his explanation, Allen stepped forward.

With a respectful bow and a serious tone, he began,

”Esteemed professor, while I wouldn’t presume to criticize your school’s teaching methods, I believe a few small adjustments could help your students master flying more effectively.”

”Oh?” The professor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. ”Is this a new method from Hogwarts? I’ve always thought our system was quite sound, but since this is an exchange, perhaps we can both benefit from sharing ideas.”

He even softened his expression a bit. Clearly, he was open to innovation.

Allen nodded solemnly. ”In truth, your method is already excellent. But it lacks a certain... realism.”

”Realism?” The professor frowned. ”That kind of thing easily leads to injuries. It’s not advisable.”

Allen shook his head quickly, eyes wide with sincerity.

”No, no, the safety measures are solid! I assure you, professor, there’s no risk involved!”

Inside, Allen was grinning. The bait had been taken.

”In fact,” he continued, ”all we’d need to do is place a ring of fire on each obstacle. The roaring flames will heighten the sense of danger, which will make the students take it more seriously. It adds realism without actual danger.”

”Fire?” The professor recoiled slightly. ”No, absolutely not. That’s too dangerous!”

”Not if we use the right safety measures,” Allen said smoothly, ready to spring the final trap. ”Instead of using feather mats, we transform the entire field into soft, half-meter-deep mud. With a Mud-to-Stone transfiguration charm, we can turn the area into a marshland. It cushions any fall, and in the unlikely event that someone brushes the fire, falling off their broom will extinguish the flames immediately.”

Allen completed the picture.

The professor paused. His stern face showed conflict. The logic was airtight. No danger. Full realism. And his students were struggling to improve their flying...

Finally, after weighing it in his mind several times, the professor’s thirst for progress won out over his conservatism. He turned and headed straight for the headmaster’s office, altering the entire field’s terrain that would require official approval.

Not even fifteen minutes later, he returned with a rare smile. The headmaster had enthusiastically approved the idea, calling it a major contribution from the exchange program, a ”spark born from the collision of minds.”

To the gathered young witches and wizards, it looked like their professor had simply chatted with the new exchange student for a bit, left, then started casting large-scale transformation spells. None of them had heard the full discussion between Allen and the professor.

Under the professor’s masterful wandwork, the entire training field was quickly transformed into a soggy, squelching swamp, perfectly deep and soft enough to absorb any fall. Allen, watching closely, memorized the spell gestures with ease. The professor hadn’t tried to hide them and had repeated them nearly a hundred times. If Allen hadn’t remembered them, that would’ve been the real miracle.

But it was what came next that made Allen truly respect the man.

With a series of sharp, confident finger snaps, the professor lit up obstacle after obstacle, each one bursting into a massive ring of fire with every snap.

Allen was stunned.

So cool.

He couldn’t help imagining himself mastering this trick, maybe even pairing it with a familiar like a fiery elemental. Picture it: one snap, a flaming ring erupts beneath an enemy. Another snap, flames pin them in place. A third, surrounding mobs go up in smoke. And as Allen walks away without even looking back, a final massive firestorm consumes them all in a glorious explosion.

Perfection.

Just then, the professor turned to him, looking a little sheepish after all his flashy displays.

”Allen, if it’s not too much to ask... would you be willing to demonstrate for the class? Of course, in return, I’ll teach you the simplified version of this fire spell.”

Even the professor felt a little guilty, using Allen’s idea and then asking him to perform in front of everyone. But Allen had made the suggestion, and he was the ideal candidate to test it safely.

Allen beamed.

”Of course, sir. It would be my honor.”

Truthfully, even if the professor hadn’t offered the spell in exchange, Allen had already planned to fly first. How else was he going to spark those bratty kids’ competitive spirit?

As someone praised even by Madam Hooch herself, a veteran flying instructor at Hogwarts, Allen completed the obstacle course with ease. Not only that, he threw in several flashy, high-difficulty stunts for good measure.

Down below, the young witches and wizards watched with shining eyes full of envy.

The professor, however, looked just a little disappointed.

He’d hoped to test how effective the protective measures were... but Allen had flown so perfectly that he hadn’t triggered any safety mechanisms.

Of course, it would be incredibly rude to ask Allen to purposely crash just to demonstrate.

So instead, he called over one of the clumsiest students in the class, someone he could personally supervise to avoid any accidents while still observing the protective system in action.

The result? Exactly what he hoped for.

The student fell at the second obstacle, landed face-first in the mud, and came up sputtering and spitting, covered in muck but otherwise unharmed.

Perfect.

It worked. The method was safe.

Delighted, the professor immediately took Allen aside to teach him the custom spell.

Allen, too, was thrilled. Not only had he learned a powerful spell, he’d also achieved his goal.

Dear bratty kids,

Very soon, you’ll learn something important: the mud might protect you from injury, but the flames won’t be as forgiving. Fly too fast, and you’ll get scorched. Fly too slow, and you’ll get smoked out like a chimney sweep.

And with your natural fear of fire? The chances of falling just went way up.

But don’t worry about getting hurt, at worst, you’ll just turn into a little mud monster.

Good luck, my dear little brats.

Sincerely,

Allen.

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