Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Hermione spoke in a low voice, her eyes full of worry.

It was only then that Artel felt like an eleven-year-old girl, with the tenderness and weakness of a little girl.

"Put your heart in your stomach, the sky is falling and there is a tall one on it. Hogwarts has Headmaster Dumbledore, there are so many professors, and there are senior students. How can it not be our first-year junior? Wizards worry."

"Even if they're not there, what about me, you forget? I'm very good."

Artel's voice was firm and powerful, Hermione looked at him, a blush quickly rose to her cheeks, and she hummed softly.

After dinner, Artel and the others went to the basement for Potions class.

Snape's expression was more serious and colder than before.

In class, he mocked Harry and Ron for a while before starting today's class. Today, he mainly learns how to handle some potion materials.

This semester's potions class, Artel, has already completed his self-study, and he has a lot of experience in refining potions. After all, the materials for the orc potions are all handled by him alone, and the material to be processed in this class is the orcs One of the ingredients for the formulation of the medicine.

Artel's perfect play earned him 10 points from Snape, and unsurprisingly, Neville was deducted five points for clumsily destroying a piece of material, and Harry for failing to take good care of Neville. Five points were deducted for this charge.

After a class, Snape left in a hurry.

But even so, Snape, who walked to the door of the classroom, did not forget to turn his head to remind Harry and Ron to go to him in the afternoon and be punished for confinement.

Harry's face was ashen, and his hands were shaking with anger. Artel suspected that if Harry had the strength at this time, he might go to Snape to fight hard.

After leaving the classroom, Hermione went to the library to read as usual, Harry and Ron sounded like they were going to complain to Hagrid, while Artel went back to the dormitory and went to the Room of Requirement.

Now that the ghosts and frescoes in the castle are mobilized, Artel must be careful.

He had obtained the troll's heart yesterday, and now he can try to refine the powerful orc potion. Saruman's experiment notes have clearly recorded every step, and Artel is not worried that he will fail.

However, the strong orc potion was much more complicated and time-consuming than ordinary orc potions. Even with an automatic crucible, Artel could only make one bottle in two hours.

"My mental strength is still enough. I can get a few more automatic crucibles, and then I can refine a few more bottles in one batch."

"Alternatively, you can also try to summon a lich. An intelligent lich should also be able to refine medicine for me... But summoning a lich in the castle may attract Dumbledore's attention."

Artel raised the blue-purple potion in his hand, shook it slightly, and added the rat-headed soul that he had gotten into the experiment at Shelby Manor at the beginning.

I saw that the turbid medicine in the bottle immediately became clear, and the blue purple gradually turned into a deep purple, faintly exuding a strange magic, like a clear and pure purple spar.

"Such a bottle of strong orc potion can turn an animal into a strong orc warrior even more terrifying than a troll..."

The corners of Artel's mouth curved slightly.

As for what animal to choose, Artel has already had an idea in mind.

In the depths of the forbidden forest, a group of werewolves lived.

They were born by werewolves in the wolf-like state of the full moon. Although they only have the form of wolves, their intelligence quotients are comparable to those of humans. They are not magical creatures with magic power. They are the most suitable for the use of powerful orc potions.

Artel now only has a troll's heart, and can only refine ten bottles of powerful orc potions, but he is not in a hurry. The main purpose of refining a bottle of potion this time is to get a forbidden forest wolf cub to try the effect. .

After putting away the potion, Artel left the Room of Requirement.

Because it took a lot of time to refine the powerful orc potion, lunch time in the Great Hall had already started for half an hour, and by the time Artel arrived in the Great Hall, Hermione had already finished eating.

"I thought you weren't coming for dinner. I asked Malfoy, and he said someone saw you go back to the dorm and didn't come out again."

Seeing Artel coming, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what Artel does, he will never be late for dinner. He was half an hour late for the first time today. Hermione almost thought that something had happened to Artel in the castle.

Especially when something like that happened last night.

"There's always something to eat."

Artel sat down, patted the table lightly, and the sumptuous lunch appeared in front of him.

"I wanted to go back to the dormitory to read a book for a while, but I didn't expect to fall asleep. Reading books or something is really boring."

Artel tasted the Macaroni Bolognese, and it tasted good. I have to say that the house-elves at Hogwarts still have a hand.

"..."

Hermione was speechless.

Good guy, because she was still worried about not being able to eat here, it turned out that she fell asleep while reading a book.

"Where are Harry and Ron? Why didn't you see them?"

Artel glanced at the Gryffindor table, didn't see Harry and Ron, and asked Hermione. *