Although a standard team composition is top lane, mid lane, jungle, ADC, and support¹, reality rarely follows the textbook.
For example, right now their lineup consisted of: a carry, a god-tier support, and three useless slackers shouting "666".
Yes, exactly, three slackers shouting "666."
The three-headed Lu Wei knelt imdiately after hearing Harry play a nervous tune on his flute.
This dog, strong enough to use Professor Snape as a chew toy, lay there snoozing so effortlessly. Though Allen hadn't fought it, he estimated it was a creature higher than a dragon in rank. Without any incentive, he had no desire to engage it in battle.
"It's really huge, hard to imagine such a massive thing could be tad by such a tiny flute," Hermione said, staring at the colossal beast on the ground, which was still softly responding with a tone that vaguely resembled submission.
"All right, no matter how terrifying it is, it's lying there obediently. But look at its teeth, you can tell how badly Snape got bitten. Really a sha he didn't lose a leg to it," Ron said as he examined the wooden trapdoor. With a grunt, he pulled it open.
"Looks deep… are we sure it's safe down there?" Ron peered into the dark hole; the bottom was completely invisible.
Harry didn't react, he was just a spectator, flutist in hand.
Allen, however, knew exactly what lay below, the devilish vines created by their own headmaster.
He cheerfully pushed aside the curious onlookers, smiling:
"You jump, I jump."
At this, everyone froze, obviously, they didn't get the reference.
Allen rolled his eyes, gripping the sides of the trapdoor, and slowly lowered himself inside. Mid-air, he shot out two strong vines that anchored to the edges above. Even though he knew what awaited below, Allen preferred to control the variable himself, never leave safety in soone else's hands.
When the others asked, Allen confidently reassured:
"Don't worry, I'm Allen. If you trust , jump!"
…Okay, what he really ant was: "It's safe down there, just jump."
The first to leap was Ron. He landed solidly on all fours, rubbed his arms, and shouted joyfully:
"No problem! The vines below are soft, probably padded to reduce landing damage. Jump without fear!"
Next was Annie, she giggled as she fell, and Allen caught her with precision. The Garen⁶ passive he inherited wasn't a joke; it allowed him to handle her weight effortlessly.
"Okay, girl, you've gotten heavier, eat fewer desserts!"
This earned him a playful twist of her arm.
Hermione followed. Her landing was slightly awkward, but Allen slowed her descent with the vines and ensured a perfect catch. He casually estimated her weight aloud, prompting Hermione to roll her eyes.
Finally, Harry jumped. He landed in a squat on the vines, then quickly stood.
"Wow… this design is really thoughtful. These vines are amazing!" Harry exclaid, oblivious to Ron's resentful glare at Allen.
Wait… it's safe for girls but not for us boys?
Allen ignored him, boys must learn to face adversity, girls must be pampered to avoid being duped by a piece of candy.
"Lumos!"
With the incantation, a magical mini flashlight lit up, and Hermione gasped sharply.
"Oh no… this is Devil Snare! It's not safe at all!"
As if provoked by the light, the vines started writhing violently, like tentacles in so forbidden text, aiming for everyone standing on them.
"Let think… maybe it's afraid of fire; perhaps we can use that, "
Hermione's voice abruptly stopped, Allen snapped his fingers.
With a snap, the Devil Snare cald instantly, obedient as a pet. Despite its na, it was still a plant.
Even in front of Zyra, a Devil Snare behaved obediently, tying it into a knot, it won't form a bow.
Too bad this Net was small; if it had grown for hundreds of years, Allen could've taken down Voldemort single-handedly.
"Let's go, stop dawdling." Allen waved, and the group proceeded through the area. Curiosity about the obedient vines lingered, but their priority was clear: get the Stone before Snape.
Beyond the Net was a slope leading to a massive room, containing a huge locked wooden door, reminding one of a classic story: "Once upon a ti, a mountain, a temple, a monk…"
We often say, "Why don't you just fly?" to praise soone's ability to defy gravity. Now, this checkpoint literally demanded it, if you didn't fly, you couldn't get the key.
Faced with this challenge, Allen pulled out a tablecloth, a small stove, a large bottle of premium water, and other materials. Annie and Hermione obediently gathered around; Ron, curious, joined in.
"What's happening? Allen, are you performing so weird ritual to summon the key?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.
Allen shook his head. Water boiled.
"Just afternoon tea, nothing special," he said, adding the ingredients. "See those brooms? They'll catch the keys. As the youngest ball-finder ever, Harry, you can get that key!"
When Harry looked back, the dessert-eating group flexed their arms toward him:
"Go, Harry!"
Warm-hearted support… though it felt a little odd…
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