Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"The fog over Birmingham is the smoke from the Razor Party."

Eleven-year-old Artel stood in front of the window of the second-floor room in the castle of a manor somewhere outside of Birmingham, England, looking at the faint mist in the sky, muttering softly.

There was a sense of maturity on his face that was incompatible with his age.

This is the eleventh year that he has passed through.

His name was Artel Thomas Shelby, and his great-grandfather was the famous Tommy Shelby, the greatest leader of the Razor Party ever.

Tommy is also called Thomas, Artel's second name is to commemorate him, of course, this also includes the expectations of the entire Shelby family for him.

They hoped that the Shelby boy would have a career, just like Tommy was.

Since Tommy's death, the Razor Party began to show its decline. Later, the entire Shelby family fell apart and the infighting dissolved. Artel's grandfather, Tommy's youngest son, returned to Birmingham with some people and inherited two bars. and a manor.

The Shelby family has restless blood flowing in their bodies, and they are cruel gang members at heart, not bosses who run their businesses with peace of mind.

Artel's grandfather used the shadow of the Shelby family to set up the Little Razor Party in Birmingham, recruiting hundreds of members and making a big name.

And Artel's father, Freddie, was even more talented. After taking over the Shelby family, he dared to fight and he once ruled the entire underground world of Birmingham. It's a pity that Freddie acted a little too unscrupulously, which eventually caused his subordinates. rebellion and official repression.

Now that Freddie has been caught in, but even in the prison, Freddie can still control the situation outside.

Although there are many gangs in the underground world of Birmingham, most of the forces still maintain their fear of Freddy and respect for the Shelby family.

The forces of the Little Razor Party are still one of the best in Birmingham. They occupy the two most prosperous neighborhoods in the center of Birmingham, operating a variety of shops and gray industries hidden under the light.

The Shelby family's own industry is also huge, including five bars in Birmingham, two restaurants, a large shopping mall, as well as several factories in the suburbs and a huge winery with an area of ​​​​120 hectares.

Of course, this does not count the manor where the Shelby family lives today, and a garden castle invested in the outskirts of London.

But in the eyes of Freddy and the rest of the Shelby family, the Shelbys today are still incomparable to Tommy's.

The family can own the industry today, thanks to the development of industry and economy, and it is not something to be proud of.

The Shelby family during Tommy's time had a high status and prestige, and its reputation had spread throughout England. The Razor Party was the most influential gang in England, and it was even internationally renowned.

Therefore, each Shelby is responsible for revitalizing the family, among them, Freddy's only son, Artel, is reported with the greatest expectations.

"Razor Party...Tommy Shelby..."

Artel stared silently at the stars.

Even though he was a transmigrator, he still felt enormous pressure.

He was not an ignorant guy in his previous life, but the education he received had nothing to do with how to revitalize a Sopranos family.

Fortunately, with some experience and insight from previous lives, Artel can always show insight and stability far beyond his peers, which is enough to surprise his family who are looking forward to him.

"It's a pity that you can't control that power, otherwise the pressure will not be so great."

Artel sighed.

There is a great power in his body.

But he is not well controlled and seems to only show up when his mood is fluctuating.

It was as if he and his mother were attacked at a restaurant three years ago. The bullet was originally aimed at him, but was blocked by his mother.

Artel didn't know what was wrong with him, just watching his mother in this life fall in a pool of blood, an inexplicable power burst out.

Then the glasses and plates around him smashed into pieces with a bang, and flew towards the gunmen with a roar.

The gunmen died under broken glass, but Artel's mother also left him.

Artel has been trying to control that power, but unfortunately, he has no clue. He thinks this is his Gold Finger, but he just doesn't know how to use it.

Maybe it has something to do with his age.

Artel was thinking wildly, and suddenly heard a thumping sound from outside the window, as if someone was banging on the glass.

There was a hint of vigilance in Artel's eyes, and he pulled a pistol from a drawer.

"Who?"

Artel asked.

He was certain that it was definitely not wind outside.

But he's on the second floor of the castle now, and who can climb up here and slap his window?

"Cuckoo!"

To Artel's surprise, a strange sound came clearly from outside, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

It sounded like an owl's call.

Artel remained vigilant. He turned to his side, hid behind the wall, and suddenly opened the curtain. Sure enough, outside the window, a gray-brown owl was flapping against the window.

The owl also had a letter in its mouth.

"Could it be that the gangs did some trick? Or the rest of the family..."

Artel didn't realize what happened yet, but looking at the owl, it seemed like he wanted to come in. Artel looked at it carefully, the owl didn't look like it was carrying a bomb, thought about it, and opened the window.

"Cuckoo!"

The owl whispered, flew into the house, circled the house, and landed on Artel's table.

And that letter, floating in the air, miraculously landed in Artel's hand.

There was no stamp on the envelope, but a line of words was written on it, a very strange emerald green ink.

West Midlands, Shelby Manor on the outskirts of Birmingham, the first room on the left side of the second floor of the Central Castle, received by Mr. Artel Thomas Shelby. *