Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Sauron is a demon king that is ten thousand times more terrifying than Voldemort. He has been immortal, and has been dormant for tens of thousands of years, waiting to return.

And Artel will also build momentum for him, trolls, strong orcs, Balrogs, Nazgul.

In short, when Sauron is summoned by him, the wizarding world will find that Voldemort is actually just a small character, and Harry Potter is not the savior.

At this time, Artel appeared.

"Fame, power, and power are all there, and the main line of the Supreme Road is perfectly completed!"

Artel smiled, put away this quaint and mysterious parchment, intending to find a suitable opportunity to stuff it into a book in the library, and then read Saruman's experimental notes with gusto.

When the time was almost up, Artel left the bedroom and went to the auditorium.

He was going to have afternoon tea, a habit developed in the Shelby family over the years.

Gryffindor's afternoon lesson in the history of magic was over while Artel was eating pudding and drinking tea in the Great Hall.

Hermione ran into the Great Hall in a hurry, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw Artel.

"God, Artel, I don't think you'll like history of magic. I think Professor Binns is even chanting some hypnotic spells.

Hermione sat next to Artel and told him about the ghost Professor Binns.

Neville nodded in agreement, his face still printed with textbook marks.

Harry and Ron looked in good spirits, probably getting enough sleep in class.

Artel patted the table, ordered another cup of Darjeeling tea and handed it to Hermione, then looked at Harry and the others:

"Do you want a cup of afternoon tea?"

"That's a great idea!"

Ron patted the table like Artel did, and said:

"I need cheesecake, chocolate muffins, pineapple buns, fruit puffs and two earl grey teas!"

Hermione looked at him speechlessly, put the teacup in her hand on the table, looked at Artel, and said to him:

"Come out with me, I need some energy."

"it is good."

Artel nodded, got up and left with Hermione.

Watching the two leave, Ron took a bite of the pineapple bun and said inarticulately:

"I bet, Harry, the two of them are in a relationship."

"They're just friends, Ron."

Harry rolled his eyes. Their first-year wizard was only eleven years old. What kind of love was there?

But he also felt that Hermione and Artel were getting too close. One of them was Gryffindor and the other was Slytherin. In addition to what happened this morning, many Gryffindor seniors had a different impression of Hermione. very good.

"Maybe because they're all from Muggle families."

Harry pursed his lips. Although his parents were wizards, he actually lived in a Muggle family since he was a child, but for some reason, he felt that Artel always had a sense of alienation from him.

Artel and Hermione left the castle, and out of the castle gate, there was a flat grass, and a few hundred meters opposite was Hagrid's hut, blocking the entrance to the forbidden forest.

Looking from the grass in the distance, you can see the Quidditch pitch and a corner of the Black Lake not far away. There are people training on the Quidditch pitch, and the uniforms they are wearing should be from the Hufflepuff Academy.

Artel and Hermione walked on the grass for a while, with the warm wind blowing and breathing in the fresh smell unique to the grass, Hermione looked much better.

The two found a clean lawn and sat down.

"I don't think there is anything special about the little wizards who have lived in wizarding families since childhood. To be honest, I was quite afraid before."

Hermione smiled embarrassedly, and when she spoke, there was strong confidence and pride in her eyes.

"Our Hermione is the best."

Artel smiled and stroked her hair. Having said that, Hermione's hair volume is really amazing, and I don't know how many bald girls would die of envy.

"You're talking like my dad."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Artel, but her expression was rather pleased.

"I know, your talent is much better than mine. You should have mastered some middle-level magic spells, right? Humph, but only magic spells are not enough. Although I don't like the history of magic course, today Professor Binns still Five points for me."

Hermione raised her head and said proudly:

"Because only I know of Gaspard, the inventor of the self-stirring cauldron."

"Another five points?"

The corner of Artel's mouth ticked, add it, add it as much as you like, in a few days Harry and Ron will start to die.

"You don't know Gaspard, do you?"

Hermione Tsundere looked at Artel, Artel shook his head and smiled:

"I really don't know this person. After all, I don't like reading books... But to thank you for telling me this name, I'll teach you a magic trick?"

"Really? Is it an intermediate spell?"

Speaking of magic, Hermione's studious side reappeared, she looked at Artel with piercing eyes, a look of excitement on her face.

"Forget it, but it's not in normal books. This is what I saw in an ancient notebook. It was created by a great wizard, his name is Saruman."

Artel took out his wand and tapped it on the lawn.

"Thorns twine!"

(Thanks to Han Chanming for the reward for killing the boss, thank you~)*