Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"Someone got into the castle! It must be so! Someone replaced the troll!!"

Quirrell said, his expression getting more and more frightened. He was quite sure that he had released a troll in the castle basement, but now the troll has become such an unknown monster.

Someone must have replaced it!

So what is the other party for?

"My God! Go and see the Philosopher's Stone! Their goal must be the Philosopher's Stone!"

Quirrell reacted suddenly.

The purpose of the other party's actions must be to cause a greater disturbance, and then let Dumbledore and others focus their attention on him, use him to contain Dumbledore, and finally steal the Philosopher's Stone unknowingly. !

Those who stole Snape's treasures!

It's them who got it!

"The Philosopher's Stone is safe!"

Snape sneered. When the chaos just happened, Snape went to the fourth floor. Someone did want to take advantage of the chaos to enter the secret room, but Snape thought that figure was Quirrell.

For that, he was also bitten by that damn three-headed dog.

Snape looked at Quirrell with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, your stuttering seems to be getting better?"

"Huh? I...I'm just...too excited."

Quirrell was shocked, and returned to his previous appearance.

"The Philosopher's Stone...it's all right...if it's all right, that's great."

Dumbledore was silent. He believed Quirrell wasn't lying about this matter. So, besides him, was there really another group of mice hidden in the castle?

Are they related to Voldemort?

What about Quirrell?

Dumbledore was a little confused. He gave Quirrell a deep look and said to Snape:

"Let's do it first, it seems that there are indeed enemies we don't know hiding in the dark. I'm going to see Newt, and then go to the Ministry of Magic, school matters, be careful."

"I see."

Snape nodded, waved his robes, and turned away.

Quirrell looked at Snape's back, and a trace of resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes, but then disappeared.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, shall I go back first?"

Quirrell turned to look at Dumbledore.

He just said he was leaving Hogwarts?

Is that really the case, or are you numbing yourself?

If Dumbledore really left, it would be a good opportunity to act, but Snape was a little in the way, and there were those people hiding in the dark...

Although it is not clear what their purpose is.

But Quirrell felt that he had to do it as soon as possible.

If something went wrong with the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort would never let him go.

"Well, Professor Quirrell, you can go back and rest, I don't blame you for this today..."

Dumbledore's face still had the same expression, kind and kind, and Quirrell even felt an inexplicable closeness and warmth.

"Have a good rest, don't think too much, the school and the students need you."

"Thank you... Headmaster Dumbledore..."

Quirrell was grateful and turned away.

Dumbledore looked at William's body, speechless for a long time, his eyes fell on the Forbidden Forest again, it seemed that he penetrated the layers of obstacles and saw the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Knockturn Alley was ransacked, Snape's collection was stolen, the Infernal Corpse in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, the unknown spider monster, the trolls tonight, the lost potion materials, the Philosopher's Stone, the Elixir... Tom, Are you coming back?"

Dumbledore looked to the southwest and sighed.

"Or, is it you?"

"It's really disturbing."

Dumbledore took out a charmed bag from his bosom, and gestured with his wand at William's corpse, which then floated into the bag.

Dumbledore wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead and laughed.

"It's really heavy, this thing is as heavy as three giant monsters..."

With a crackling sound, Dumbledore disappeared.

Artel looked away from the Isil Hedron and let out a light breath.

"Trolls are still too childish for Dumbledore, if only he could get Balrog, or Smaug..."

"By the way, where is poor Mr. Smeagol?"

Artel looked at the crystal again, and the image inside changed, finally turning into a dark and dark basement.

In the corner of the basement, Gulu hugged his knees, shrunk into a ball, and kept mumbling:

"My, my baby..."

"It's Baggins, it's him!!"

"I don't know! Gollum is just a poor bastard, don't ask any more! Baby isn't with me!"

"It's the ring! Hahaha! The ring, immortal! Supreme power!! My! My baby!!"

Gollum was obviously mentally ill, and didn't know what he was going through in Azkaban.

But now Gollum is not in Azkaban, Artel observed it, this should be the underground confinement room of the Ministry of Magic, and he doesn't know what Gollum said to the people of the Ministry of Magic.

But judging from a few words, the Ministry of Magic may already know about the One Ring.

It's just that they don't know if they know Sauron.

Artel is not afraid of the news of the Lord of the Rings being spread, anyway, no one will know that the Lord of the Rings is here, and if the wizards of this world are interested in the Lord of the Rings, it will help to improve the world acceptance of Middle-earth characters. . *