Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"Maybe you're right."

Hermione thought about it and said happily:

"If this spell is really that powerful, maybe Professor McGonagall will forgive me..."

Thinking of this, Hermione happily ate two steaks in a row. Later, when Professor McGonagall went to the office after dinner, she said hello to Artel and followed quickly.

"The value of the Aria of Light is greater than I imagined, in this way, the authenticity of the parchment is guaranteed, plus the evidence of the cave troll..."

"Gandalf's people are set up, and Saruman has to keep up, strong orcs..."

The corners of Artel's mouth twitched slightly.

The next few days were normal. After Hermione secretly wrote down the Aria of Light, she handed the parchment to Professor McGonagall.

Although Professor McGonagall didn't believe the story recorded in the parchment, he could sense that the Aria of Light was an extremely powerful magic. In order to encourage Hermione, he specially gave her twenty points.

After getting the parchment, Professor McGonagall went to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is worthy of being the greatest white wizard of all time. He cast the Aria of Light just for the first time, but he obviously did not expect how much magic power was consumed by this magic, so that the old man spent the next week all the time. Sick.

And the effect of the Aria of Light is also surprisingly good. It actually made Phoenix Fox, who was about to nirvana, burst into an amazing vitality, and returned to its peak state without nirvana.

According to Dumbledore's speculation, this spell is likely to be able to cure the wolf-like disease and the blood curse, but it needs to be tested first.

In addition to the Aria of Light, Dumbledore carefully studied the parchment and the stories written on it.

The conclusion is that the parchment is very old, at least thousands of years old, but the above story...

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have the same view, it should be the evil taste of the wizard Gandalf who studied the magic of the Aria of Light. After all, a fantasy story background can make the spell spread more widely and become more famous.

Of course, Dumbledore was not guessing, he went to see his student Newt Scamander, and learned from him that there seems to be no magical creature that can correspond to the immortal Balrog.

"And the so-called cave trolls may be mutants of trolls."

This was Newt's conclusion, and Dumbledore was convinced of it.

And just like that, another week passed.

After a week of training, Snape's mental state was much better, basically the same as before, but the Gryffindor students thought that Snape seemed to have become even more emotional.

In fact, Snape couldn't accept it except for the first two days, and then he was relieved. The reason for his nervousness was to let the people behind the scenes relax their vigilance.

But now after a week, I couldn't find any clues. The people behind the scenes seemed to have disappeared, and they didn't attack the Philosopher's Stone, so Snape and Dumbledore discussed it and decided to continue the class.

After all, it's not a problem to always live in the school doctor's office.

Again, Snape missed Harry too.

"I heard from the third-year students that Professor Snape started to come back to class yesterday, and the Weasley twins were deducted a full 20 points in class!"

"Harry heard from Hagrid that something terrible seemed to have happened in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. It was said to be an Inferi. By the way, it seems that the centaur tribe and the eight-eyed spider tribe went to war..."

"The Daily Prophet has no idea where the gossip came from saying that the man who broke into Azkaban was taken to the Ministry of Magic for questioning, and he was said to have been tortured insane by the dark wizards there, and kept saying they took it away his baby."

At breakfast, Hermione whispered to Artel the news she had heard in Gryffindor.

Artel listened quietly, and after eating, he took out an exquisite small box from his arms.

"Give it to you."

"what?"

Hermione froze for a moment, then blushed.

Artel smiled, reaching out to squeeze Hermione's cheek.

"Is it your birthday today? This is a birthday present."

"thanks."

Hermione took the gift, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while, she pursed her lips and gave Artel a sneaking glance.

This was the first birthday present she received from a boy.

A strange feeling spread from the bottom of my heart to my whole body, and Artel didn't even notice when she pinched her cheek.

"How do you know today is my birthday?"

"You said it yourself, the last time you said your birthday was in September, so last year, you didn't receive the notice, and you only entered school when you were twelve..."

"I remember!"

It dawned on Hermione, but at that time she just said something casually, and Artel remembered it unexpectedly.

In the past, the Grangers would prepare cakes and gifts for her every birthday. Although there was no cake this year, Hermione still felt very happy with Artel's gift.

There is an inexplicable feeling in my heart, it is sweet, like eating a strawberry cream ice cream.

"Can I open it?"

"If you don't want to be noticed, then go back to the bedroom and then open it."

Artel replied in a low voice, Hermione thought about it, and smiled:

"Then I'll go back to the bedroom and open it again!"

Hermione put the small box up, leaned her chin, and looked at Artel, lost for a moment.

Artel felt that Hermione's eyes were a little different, and it seemed to be different from before, so he asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, thank you, Artel, I'm happy."

Hermione whispered, turned her head, and whispered softly in a place where Artel couldn't see:

"I think I came to Hogwarts, the most fortunate thing is to meet you."*