Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Listening to Hermione's narration, Artel's expression gradually brightened.

He originally thought that Hermione and the others would be deducted 30 points at most, but he didn't expect Professor McGonagall to be so strict with his students, and each of them deducted 50 points!

This time it was one hundred and fifty points less, and Gryffindor really became less Grand Score.

Artel wouldn't have to live if the term ended with them still winning the Academy Cup.

"it's okay no problem."

While Artel was happy, he couldn't show it.

"Anyway, you also added a lot of points for Gryffindor. Although this time you have deducted a bit more, there is still so much time in this semester, so you can add them back slowly."

"Even so, I deducted fifty points from Gryffindor..."

Hermione was clutching her hair with both hands, with an expression of hopelessness, she couldn't even imagine what her roommate and Gryffindor classmates would say to her when they found out about it.

Of course, what saddened her the most was that Professor McGonagall told her very seriously last night that he had disappointed her.

"Instead of regretting it here, let's think about how to add points back. Today's potions class is Professor Sprout's substitute. Maybe you can get extra points?"

"I hope so."

Hermione nodded. At Artel's strong request, Hermione still ate a slice of bread and an omelette. She had been sitting beside Artel, and was a little embarrassed to go back to Gryffindor.

Harry and Ron were different. They yawned into the auditorium and ate breakfast with relish. Although they were told that they had been deducted 50 points, they only blushed and said sorry. The matter is over.

Harry thought that the three-headed dog was guarding what Hagrid had brought out of Gringotts. After discussing it with Ron, the two agreed that someone had sneaked into Hogwarts and was ready to attack the thing.

Professor Snape was ill, the school was suddenly under martial law, and the professors became inexplicably serious, which must have something to do with it.

Of course, Artel didn't care what Harry thought of the two of them.

After a boring Potions class, Hermione was going to read a book in the library, and Artel said goodbye to her and went back to the bedroom, and then sneaked out of the bedroom with the One Ring.

Artel first went to the library, and Hermione was helping the librarian Ms. Pince sort out the old books in the afternoon, which was a good opportunity.

Hogwarts has been established for thousands of years. There are countless books in the library. Some of them are not suitable for little wizards to read in the forbidden book area, but there are also some old and worn books stacked in the old book area. Some not so good books.

When Ms. Pins is free, she will sort it out, pick out the useful ones and put them in the borrowing area, and put the dangerous ones in the forbidden book area.

Artel sifts through old books and finds a battered-looking book about a wizarding war more than a thousand years ago.

Artel put the parchment paper prepared earlier in it, and then performed a little magic to ensure that it could attract Hermione, and then Shi Shiran left.

After that, Artel went to the Forbidden Forest.

This is the first time he has come to the Forbidden Forest. To be honest, the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts is actually very big. There are many magical creatures living in it. Many races are very large in scale, like centaurs and eight-eyed spiders.

Artel is here to find the centaurs this time. He has prepared almost all the materials needed for the potion of the powerful orcs. Although the quantity is not large, he can make three or four hundred bottles.

After all, it was Professor Snape who generously donated half his life's savings, and it would be unreasonable to make it together.

Now only centaurs' blood and troll hearts are left.

There are no trolls in the Forbidden Forest, but there are tribes of centaurs.

Artel didn't wander around in the Forbidden Forest. The place was so big that if he wanted to find the centaurs himself, he would have to work hard. At this time, he had to rely on the power of magic.

"Created by low-level undead!"

"Skull bones!"

Artel came to a clearing, and with a wave of his wand, the magic poured out.

The ground in front of him vibrated gently, and there were earthbags everywhere, and then, one by one, broken skeletons burrowed out of the ground.

The Skeleton Skeleton is different from the Skeleton Warrior that Artel summoned last time.

The strength of the skeleton warrior itself is relatively strong, and the skeleton skeleton is just a group of movable skeletons, and the strength is not good.

But the only good thing is that there are enough of them.

Soon, three hundred skeletons gathered in front of Artel, and with the wave of Artel's wand, the three hundred skeletons scattered.

"Uh uh uh uh..."

The throat bones of the skeleton rubbed together, making a piercing sound that spread out little by little.

Artel closed his eyes and felt it quietly.

Soon, Artel felt that many skeletons were attacked, most of which were from magical creatures, but some...

"coming!"

Artel withdrew his mental power and looked east.

The skeletons here were killed by spears and bows and arrows, no doubt they were centaurs. *