Legend of Hogwarts (Harry Potter x League of Legends)

In the end, the Weasley twins walked away with their heads hanging low, disappointed to learn that, aside from Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts, there weren't many classes that Hufflepuff shared with Gryffindor. This was likely one of the reasons why the animosity between Gryffindor and Slytherin ran so deep, the two houses were lumped together for most of their classes.

And given Slytherin's obsession with pure-blood superiority, Gryffindor was clearly not a house they could romantically get along with… so naturally, the two houses clashed.

Not that any of this really mattered to Allen. Despite years of rivalry, the skirmishes between those two houses never seemed to cause any real damage. Ironically, it was his own house, Hufflepuff, that often ended up in more trouble. Thanks to a bunch of culinary idiots who didn't understand the art of food, Hufflepuff had ended up with the highest number of Muggle-born students, who, incidentally, were Voldemort's favorite targets.

So, in a twist of fate, Voldemort had unknowingly made yet another enemy, one who understood him well and was dead set on taking him down.

But it was still too early to talk about defeating Voldemort. There were two more years before his first attempt at resurrection. Allen figured he'd lay low and build up his strength until he was "level six" and had his ultimate move ready, then he'd go gank that overconfident lane tyrant who didn't even bother warding his jungle. After camping him seven times, it'd basically be GG (Good Game).

Currently, however, Allen had more immediate concerns, like the droning lecture of Professor Binns, the ghost who taught History of Magic. Looking at the way the elderly, translucent professor rambled on in a flat, unchanging tone, Allen felt his eyelids drooping. He wasn't sure whether it was waking up too early, or the hypnotic rhythm of the lecture, but he was definitely ready to drift off and play a game of wizard's chess with Merlin in his dreams. Honestly, the fact that he hadn't passed out already was proof of his high mental resistance.

Life at Hogwarts moved at a leisurely pace, though that was mostly the fault of the ever-changing staircases, which even upperclassmen occasionally got lost in. Still, none of that stopped Allen from falling in love with the castle. Every moment seemed to bring a new surprise.

Not even the flashiest digital TV wall could compare to Hogwarts' corridors, where every painting held a hidden piece of dusty old history. And no game's special effects could rival the sudden bursts of real magic that sparked in the hallways. (Though to be fair, those incidents were usually followed quickly by Mr. Filch's appearance, honestly, was he really a Squib?)

Allen had also discovered that his accidental choice of the "Fear" spell during character creation was extremely effective against Peeves. Although the spell's full effect required the cooperation of his raven familiar, Varro, it was still hilarious watching the poltergeist freeze mid-charge like a duck being choked. Without Peeves' "friendly" interference, Allen found he could get around campus in half the time, especially important when other new students were skipping breakfast just to find their next classroom.

By Friday, just before Defense Against the Dark Arts, Allen had made a strong impression on the other first-years. In almost every class (with the exception of History of Magic), he'd outperformed his peers. Though, to be fair, it's not like he could win any awards for snoring the loudest or drawing the most attention while asleep in Binns' class.

One surprise, however, was Professor Snape.

Contrary to Allen's expectations, the infamous Potions Master wasn't particularly harsh toward them. Sure, his tongue was sharp as ever, but he wasn't docking points left and right. Thanks to Allen's experience with chemistry and his pre-Hogwarts study of Magical Drafts and Potions, he managed to complete the first assignment smoothly, and even earned five points from Snape.

Strangely, no one in class seemed particularly shocked, and that's when Allen remembered something: unlike Harry Potter, who walked into Hogwarts carrying the weight of a destined rivalry, Hufflepuff didn't give Snape any reason to be hostile. In fact, he probably couldn't afford to pick on them, after all, the Head of Hufflepuff was Professor Pomona Sprout, the Herbology teacher.

And since most key potion ingredients came directly from her greenhouse, losing her support could mean losing access to essential materials. Without those, Potions class would be nothing but a joke. That's the kind of confidence that comes from being the supplier.

Allen silently thanked his Head of House.

Without Snape breathing down their necks, Potions became much more bearable. Though, admittedly, a little less exciting. Allen crossed "messing with Snape" off his to-do list, for now, anyway.

But the most exciting class finally arrived on Friday: Defense Against the Dark Arts, the most unpredictable course in Hogwarts, famous not just for its constantly changing curriculum, but also for swapping Professors every year.

Even better, unlike Professor Sprout's Herbology class, Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't led by a Head of House. That meant the teacher could afford to be a little more… unorthodox. With the Heads of House, even if they didn't enforce discipline outright, their presence brought a certain level of seriousness that you couldn't quite shake off.

The Defense classroom was a massive space with two long rows of desks facing each other. Between them stood a tall platform for demonstrations. In the corners were large piles of feather-stuffed cushions, still carrying the scent of sunlight, which made Allen suspect the house-elves had worked extra hard to prepare them.

When class finally started, a broad-shouldered, muscle-bound man with ginger-blond hair walked in, looking more like a bodybuilder who'd wandered onto the wrong set. In his left hand, he carried a large cage draped in red velvet. In his right, a stubby wand that looked like a chopstick in his massive fingers. With a thick accent, he boomed:

"Good morning, students!"

The young witches and wizards weren't fazed at all. After meeting Hagrid, it would take a lot more to intimidate them. Well, maybe except for Madame Maxime, whose "close relationship" with Hagrid was the stuff of school gossip.

"Now, take out your wands and textbooks. Turn to Chapter One, Page Five. Let's begin."

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