Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Artel also hid himself under the black robe, and in this huge Knockturn Alley, his appearance did not cause the slightest disturbance.

An old witch was approaching. She was wearing a shabby, pointed wizard hat, her eyes were cloudy but gleaming fiercely.

But dare to show her true face in Knockturn Alley at night, this old witch must have some skills.

Sure enough, when the other wizards in the alley saw the old witch, they all hurriedly moved out of the way, and some people lowered their heads and dared not look at her.

Behind the old witch was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, holding a dragon skin package in his hand, and it seemed that he should be the apprentice of the old witch.

"what?"

When passing by Artel, the old witch's mouth let out a surprised sound.

She turned to the side and glanced up and down at Artel.

However, her eyes obviously couldn't penetrate the large wizard robe on Artel's body, so she could only fall on the scepter on Artel's hand.

Many old wizards like to get a scepter because of their physical disability. They usually hide the wand in the scepter and can also cast spells.

However, because of the non-standard gestures and postures, the power of the magic spell may be weaker. Of course, for those wizards who are very skilled and can even cast spells without a stick, there is no difference.

Therefore, ordinary wizards with scepters are not easy to mess with...

"strangeness…"

The old witch murmured, she stared at Artel's scepter, shook her head, stooped, and left tremblingly.

However, just after taking two steps, the upper body of the old witch silently reversed the direction, in a state that violated the limits of human beings, and turned into a state where her legs continued to move forward, and her upper body was completely turned to look behind her.

The old witch raised her wand and aimed it at Artel, she opened her mouth slightly, but there was no sound of chanting.

A green light flew from the tip of her wand, and in a split second it came behind Artel.

The expressions of most of the wizards around remained unchanged, because this kind of thing often happened. In the place where the dark wizards gather, always be careful of your back, because there will be a green light flying at any time.

Of course, there were still some dark wizards who didn't know the old witch with a look of fear on their faces.

Because that's the Avada Suo Mantra!

This terrifying old witch can cast a life-threatening spell without a spell!

"Quack...Baby's breath, powerful baby~.

The old witch made a strange laugh, and her eyes showed a greedy look, staring at Artel's right hand hidden under the black robe.

On that hand, there is a ring named Weiya.

but…

The green light was blocked by a steel shield before it could hit Artel a few times.

No one knew how this steel shield appeared, but when the ray of life-suppressing curse disappeared, the steel shield suddenly turned into pieces of rags and fell to the ground.

"Excellent Transfiguration."

This time, the faces of the wizards on the sidelines changed, and the wizard robe Artel put on his head was broken, revealing a long gray hair.

"Saruman!!! It's Saruman the White Robe!!

A scream sounded from the alley, and the originally quiet Knockturn Alley immediately became chaotic.

The smile on the old witch's face froze, she didn't care to bring her apprentice, and with a wave of her wrist, her whole body began to twist.

In the next second, she will be able to Apparate out of here.

Unfortunately, one second is too long.

Artel didn't even look back, his scepter gave a slight pause on the ground.

A ghostly cry sounded in everyone's ears, and the other wizards in the alley saw the old witch being violently pulled out of the state of Apparition...

Only half of her body came out... Her legs didn't know where to go.

"Aje..."

The old witch let out a painful wailing, her waist continued to flow outward, and the apprentice on the side seemed to be frightened and looked at her in a panic.

"Saruman, great wise man, forgive my ignorance..."

The old witch struggled to prop herself up, kept kowtowing and begging.

Artel didn't answer, he strode forward.

The old witch breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had narrowly escaped death, and called to her apprentice:

"What are you looking at? Give me the potion in the bag... er... no!!"

Before the old witch could finish her words, she let out a shrill scream.

At some point beside her, a huge armored warrior without a head appeared.

Holding the sharp ax high, the soldier chopped off the old witch's head at once.

The body of the old witch suddenly burst into a black light, and her soul emerged from the body, as if to transform into a ghost...

Artel, who was walking out, stopped, tilted his head and waved his scepter lightly.

Soul extraction!

The soul of the old witch who was being transformed into a ghost was torn apart by a burst of force, turned into a black bead, and flew to Artel's side.

And the huge headless warrior suddenly disappeared...

The surrounding dark wizards stared blankly at this scene. In just one minute, so many things happened, making them unable to react.

After a while, they came back to their senses, and several of them looked at the apprentice who was still paralyzed on the ground, showing greedy eyes.

"" "The Legacy of the Old Witch Scarleffly..."

"She's a potion master, and she has a lot of black magic research notes!

As long as they catch the apprentice, everything the old witch left behind will be theirs.

Obviously, many people were interested in the legacy of the old witch, they looked at each other, but no one dared to catch the wizard apprentice first.

"What are you waiting for... this is a rare opportunity. 35

A slightly hoarse voice came from the crowd.

"Scareffly, this is an old-fashioned dark wizard who followed Voldemort at the beginning. After Voldemort's accident, she fled to North America. This time, it was when His Royal Highness Witch King Angmar was in trouble in Europe that she wanted to come back and seek refuge. of…"

"Hohohoho...I didn't expect that I didn't have long eyes, and I would offend Mr. Saruman..."

I don't know who started it, a dry chicken claw hand grabbed the little apprentice, and then a dazzling magic spell flew over and knocked him away, and then, the chaos began.

Artel ignored what was going on behind him, he turned out of the alley, followed by a few dark wizards dressed strangely.

They all wore white robes...

"Are they...my imitators?"

Artel reacted, these people should be the dark wizards who acted in Saruman's name.

Members of the emerging dark wizard organization "Holy White Council", also known as the Holy White Apostles!