Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Seeing Artel in the dormitory, the expressions of the three of them froze, and the movements of their speech became less.

But compared to those days when I was just starting school, I was too scared to speak, but it was much better.

"You are also in the bedroom."

Malfoy smiled awkwardly and said hello to Artel.

At this time, Artel should be refining potions in the Room of Requirement, usually not in the bedroom.

"Um."

Artel looked up at Malfoy, suddenly thought of something, and asked:

"Malfoy, I remember you said the other day that your family has some business in Liechtenstein, right?"

"Oh yes, that's right."

Malfoy remembered what he had complained to Goyle the previous two nights, and didn't expect to be heard by Artel.

"But my father has already planned to change the business there, because there is a huge tribe of mountain trolls there, and they will attack wizards from time to time, and my father's business has been affected a bit."

Malfoy replied with a smile, and then asked curiously:

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"My family is planning a trip to Switzerland for Christmas, which is very close to Liechtenstein, and wanted to ask what's going on there."

Artel whispered,

"Well, then you don't have to worry, trolls are also intelligent, they won't attack Muggles easily, but it's best not to stay there for too long, after all, those stupid creatures have no brains, maybe they will be killed at any time. It's over the limit."

Malfoy shrugged, he didn't think he would ever go to a small place like Liechtenstein anyway.

"And there are too many trolls there. According to my father, there are at least hundreds of mountain trolls living there."

"A few hundred?"

Artel pondered for a while, and didn't speak again. Malfoy made eye contact with Goyle and Crabbe, thinking it was better not to stay in the dormitory.

"Well, I suddenly remembered that Pansy seems to have something to tell me, I have to go out."

After Malfoy finished speaking, he turned his head and left the bedroom, followed by Goyle and Crabbe.

Artel smiled softly, then took the Supreme Lord of the Rings and left the bedroom.

He plans to go to the Forbidden Forest again.

If nothing else, the Forbidden Forest will be Shiluo's territory in the future. That thing seems to have a lot of appetite. Artel is afraid that he will eat the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, so he plans to collect the centaurs blood first.

After leaving the Slytherin common room, Artel left the castle and headed towards the Forbidden Forest. When passing Hagrid's house, he found Harry and Ron inside.

"I really don't know what happened to the Forbidden Forest, Harry, Dumbledore didn't tell me, he just said that there was a dangerous creature in the Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid gulped down a mug of tea and glanced apologetically at Harry.

"Could it have something to do with that three-headed dog? Since last time..."

Harry and Ron discussed in a low voice, while Hagrid shook his head.

"This has nothing to do with Mao Mao. Dumbledore asked Mao Mao to protect that thing. It will not appear in the Forbidden Forest. Harry, don't think about these things, it has nothing to do with you."

Hagrid persuaded, but it was clear that Harry, who had been trying to prove himself, didn't take his words to heart.

Artel listened for a while and left, and when he came to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, he stopped his steps.

"Did someone release the enchantment here?"

Artel closed his eyes, and he could perceive an invisible magical barrier in front of him, which contained a complex and huge power, which should have come from the handwriting of a certain professor.

It's even possible that Dumbledore himself set it up.

"A terrible power."

Artel can clearly recognize the gap between himself and the person who casts the magical barrier, of course, not in talent, but in the level of mana. If his mana is a stream, then the mana of the other party is rivers and lakes.

As for the other first-year little wizards, they should be little blisters.

Artel took out a bottle of light gray potion from the system space and took a sip. The entrance was slightly bitter, with a bit of fishy smell.

Soon, Artel was transformed into a purebred Doberman pinscher.

If anyone from the Shelby family was there, they would have recognized it as Charlie, Artel's Doberman pinscher.

The animal potion can turn the user into an animal in a short time, similar to the effect of Af*ck Gus, and the enchantment left by Dumbledore is mainly to prevent the wizard from entering and the big spider in the forbidden forest from coming out.

There are no restrictions on ordinary animals, and Artel also came up with the idea of ​​animal medicine when he saw many spiders going in and out there.

Artel, who turned into Charlie, passed through the barrier unimpeded, without causing the slightest fluctuation, and then followed the route he remembered and came to the place where he encountered the centaur patrol last time.

This is already the territory of the horse people.

Because Artel only took a sip, he changed back in less than ten minutes.

Then Artel took out his wand, drew a strange trace in mid-air, and poured out all his magic power.

"Created by the intermediate undead."

"Death knight!"

As Artel's voice fell, a black death energy stirred up around him, and in the death air, there were faint screams.

Immediately afterwards, two undead creatures with a height of ten feet appeared in front of Artel.

These are two death knights, shrouded in pitch-black enchanted steel armor, the helmets are sealed, only two scarlet ghost-like eyes are exposed, and behind them are two huge one-handed swords, placed crossed, faintly posing Black gas.

And their mounts are skeleton warhorses, also in battle armor, and their four hooves are still burning with flames.

This is an intermediate undead creature Death Knight. With Artel's ability, he can only summon two.

"Go and kill as much as you like!"

Artel whispered. *