Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Artel left the dormitory and saw a girl of his age in the Slytherin common room.

Tan hair, with a hint of arrogance, looks okay, but the eyes are a little uncomfortable.

Artel knew about this girl, her name was Pansy Parkinson, who seemed to be having an affair with Draco for a while, but was unable to marry him in the end. This girl was a staunch supporter of Draco.

Pansy was waiting for Malfoy, when he heard someone come downstairs, he raised his head happily, and when he saw it was Artel, he showed a look of disgust:

"Although the prefect said that Slytherin does not only recruit pure blood wizards, but in the opinion of many people, some people do not deserve to be here."

"That's right, I think so too, especially those little Bichi who think they're superior."

Artel replied without looking at her and left the lounge.

Pansy's face flushed, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

The swear words she had been exposed to since she was a child were nothing but despicable, filthy mudbloods. She had never heard the word Bichi, but without Artel explaining it, she naturally knew the meaning and meaning of the word.

"I won't let you go!"

Pansy endured for a long time, but finally she couldn't hold back and screamed.

Artel had left the basement at this time and came to the auditorium to prepare breakfast. He sat down at the long table in Slytherin, and several senior snakes saw him and smiled politely.

Of course, most people just gave him a cold look.

And the little Slytherin wizard, who was also a first-year, just glanced at him, no one greeted him, and no one came over, after all, everyone was unfamiliar.

Of course Artel wouldn't care about it, living at Shelby Manor since he was a child, he had few friends.

"breakfast!"

Artel shouted at the plate in front of him, and various breakfasts appeared in front of Artel. He chose a piece of toast, a boiled potato, a glass of hot milk, and two fried eggs.

"It's so convenient here."

Artel took a sip of milk and sighed, and since the house-elf was good at cooking, the taste of these breakfasts was still very much in line with his taste.

A simple boiled potato, Artel has a different flavor.

Artel was eating breakfast when Hermione walked into the Great Hall.

The wizards in Gryffindor greeted her enthusiastically, and several first-year wizards also waved to her to go eat together, but Hermione saw Artel alone.

She paused in her footsteps, then smiled apologetically at the other little wizards, and sat down beside Artel.

"breakfast!"

Hermione tapped the table and some breakfast appeared in front of her.

"It doesn't look like you should be sitting here."

Artel turned to look at Hermione, the little girl seemed to be in good spirits, and Artel could see her excitement and nervousness.

"I like."

Hermione said stubbornly, picked up a piece of toast and ate it quietly.

Since Hermione is willing to accompany her, Artel will not refuse, but before he can speak, Pansy, who is diagonally opposite, speaks yin and yang.

"Humph! You can as long as you like it? This is Slytherin's place! Why are you a Gryffindor here? You don't understand politeness at all, no wonder you are with that Mudblood..."

Pansy didn't finish his sentence.

Artel had raised his hand and pointed his wand at her.

"Lock tongue and throat!"

A ray of light flashed, and the expression on Pansy's face changed from consternation to panic, her tongue stuck to her upper jaw, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

The little wizards around were in an uproar and jumped up in fear.

With a face full of headaches, Jiama-level hurried over.

"It's just...too much."

Gemma murmured and threw a spell with her wand to stop, but unfortunately it didn't work.

"This is a curse? How could you, a first-year wizard,..."

Gemma looked at Artel in amazement. He didn't expect that he couldn't unravel the spell of a first-year wizard, which made him feel a little humiliated as a prefect.

What happened here quickly caught the attention of the professors, and Dumbledore, Snape, and Professor McGonagall all came over.

Snape glanced at the cursed Pansy with a strange expression on his face, and then with a tap of his wand, Pansy found that his tongue had recovered.

"Ah!! You muddy..."

Pansy yelled, but was reprimanded by Snape.

"Shut up! Miss Pansy Parkinson! I don't want to hear that word again! Or you'll be punished severely for it!"

Snape stared at Pansy, startling her, and said nothing more.

Then Snape looked at Artel and asked:

"Where did you learn this curse from?"

Lock tongue and throat is a spell he invented when he was in school, and it has not been passed down.

"I researched it myself."

Artel didn't lie. He only knew Snape's spells. He only knew that spells would not work to cast spells. However, Artel had Sauron's talent anyway, especially in black magic and evil spells, which was even more amazing.

In this world, Artel is second, no one dares to be first.

So he just thought about it a little, and he recovered the entire spell and was able to cast it successfully, which was easier for him than drinking water.

You have to reach for the water, and the healing spell only needs to think about it. *