Legend of Hogwarts (Harry Potter x League of Legends)

As one of the direct enforcers of Hogwarts’ rules, a prefect’s privileges were considerable, and their ability to intimidate ordinary students was absolute.

However, when Prefect Alisa’s gaze fell toward Allen and his group, it suddenly softened—and that immediately felt wrong.

What’s going on?

Before anyone could make sense of it, the normally bold Alisa had already approached and, with unusually gentle movements, guided Allen’s tentmates away—leaving everyone dumbfounded.

What are these two up to?

One morning, one of them wore a troubled expression while the other unabashedly displayed affection. Seriously? Dog food doesn’t need to be served so elaborately!

In fact, the stunned spectators weren’t limited to Allen and his friends. Wizards from both Hogwarts and Mahoutokoro were present—yesterday’s events had become infamous.

Both female protagonists were prominent figures. Ms. Tsugikakushi Kaoru hardly needed an introduction. Alisa’s reputation at Hogwarts was slightly lesser, but even her name carried weight; mention it and people would nod in recognition.

The gossip of two girls simultaneously dumping a boy was explosive—not just talk. Overnight, the story spread, leaving only a handful of young wizards unaware. There was always someone whispering it in your ear.

And now, one of the girls sat sweetly beside the other, sharing dog food freely among the surrounding students’ murmurs—instantly dispelling the rumors of last night.

Of course, it was just a rumor. That a Hogwarts prefect and the big sister of Mahoutokoro had both dumped a boy? Clearly nonsense—the Mahoutokoro side hadn’t lost out at all!

It sounds childish, but this kind of naive thinking quickly spread through Hogwarts. Teenage competitiveness knows no bounds. While it had nothing to do with them, the conclusion was simple: Hogwarts had ”won.”

If Allen knew their thoughts, he would probably mutter ”you guys are crazy” and ignore their petty games. But at this moment, his mind was entirely captivated by the knowledge a professor had just shared—a problem that had troubled him for a long time, suddenly clarified in a few casual sentences.

There’s a saying: knowledge has its order, and expertise its specialization. No one can claim to be omnipotent—even someone as powerful as Dumbledore, when confronted with a curse of Dark Magic, didn’t handle it personally; he went to Snape, believing Snape more skilled in that area.

Similarly, though this professor’s combat ability might not match Allen’s, he perfectly resolved Allen’s confusion and even answered new questions Allen posed with impeccable clarity.

Allen’s questions hit the itch—they touched on the professor’s proudest and most long-researched topics. With a few clever insights and queries from Allen, the professor’s desire to explain became unstoppable.

Within less than half an hour, the classroom became a spectacle.

The professor gestured wildly, demonstrating magical structures, hand movements, and syllables on the blackboard, even casting spells in person. Allen stood, posing questions and insights, sometimes pausing in thought before offering new conclusions.

Yes—they were completely absorbed.

One had a magic system shaped by years of teaching at Mahoutokoro and personal research. The other, rooted in Hogwarts tradition with additional study and reasoning, collided with the first—creating an even more intense exchange.

When someone is that engaged, everything is exhilarating—wizards included.

Through their back-and-forth, Allen effortlessly obtained knowledge he would never have acquired through normal means. A lifetime of a great scientist’s work might be summarized as a single formula in a textbook. Similarly, a master wizard’s research, unless carefully explained, could fit entirely on a single blackboard for a single class.

Of course, the professor gained some inspiration from Allen’s ideas, but the benefit paled compared to Allen’s—he was the recipient.

Luckily, at first, some students could follow. By mid-session, few could. At the critical points, the rest were thinking: what on earth are they talking about? It sounded impressive, but utterly incomprehensible.

By the end of the class, the students below stared in stunned silence.

Even the ”dog food duo,” usually the most imposing and prominent, seemed dim in comparison. By the last moments, the professor, though experienced and aged, had sweat beading his forehead—half from mental exertion and rapid expression, half because Allen’s questions had deepened so profoundly that the professor couldn’t fully convey his finest research.

BANG! The bell rang, abruptly ending this unprecedented intellectual duel.

Some students felt the class had dragged on endlessly—they could understand nothing by the end. Others tore at their hair in frustration—the most valuable knowledge had been right in front of them, yet completely beyond reach.

The rest quietly scribbled furiously, unwilling to miss a single detail, even if incomprehensible.

The professor wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at the blackboard, and realized that under Allen’s questioning, his research had undergone a qualitative transformation—something he had never anticipated.

With a wave of his wand, the blackboard was wiped clean, eliciting collective sighs from the students.

But that wasn’t enough—he waved again, and every note recorded in the classroom vanished into thin air.

The knowledge a student could retain was already pushed to the limit. This was his generosity. In the wizarding world, knowledge is priceless—far more valuable than Galleons.

Others might grasp a fraction, but this small Hogwarts student could possibly master it all—his talent was terrifying.

The professor, with mixed feelings, confirmed no valuable information remained, and dismissed the class—leaving a trail of awestruck and frustrated students in his wake.

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