Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

But Voldemort is not a fool, the other party is obviously here for the tens of thousands of Infernal corpses.

None of the Death Eaters under his command, the Witch King Angmar, looked down on them. If he handed over those Infernal corpses easily, he probably wouldn't have a good end.

"I have a question, Witch King Angmar... is there a way for you to restore me?

Voldemort asked in a deep voice, his eyes opened a lot, and he was full of expectations for this answer...

"No, we need to wait for my Lord to come!"

The Witch King of Angmar answered truthfully, he is good at killing people, but not good at saving people...

Voldemort was left with a remnant, and the Witch-king of Angmar could not turn him into a ghoul.

Voldemort's expression turned cold.

really!

Co-authoring the Witch King of Angmar is drawing a big cake for him, wanting his army of Infernal Corps for nothing?

"Then do you know Maya?"

Voldemort thought of what Saruman had said to him and asked again.

"Naturally, Maya is an immortal god, and my lord Sauron is the strongest Maya!

"So... is Saruman also Maya?"

Voldemort's words silenced the Witch-king of Angmar, and after a while he said:

"Saruman is also Maya...but he has secretly surrendered to the Lord! 99

Voldemort and Quirrell were startled by the words of the Witch-king of Angmar.

Saruman surrendered to Sauron?

real or fake?

not quite like...

Voldemort thought to himself, he suspected that Saruman should not be sincere, it is likely that he was submissive on the surface, and he was making small moves secretly...

"I need the Philosopher's Stone to recover... You give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I'll give you the Inferi Army.

Voldemort thought for a while and said to the Witch-king of Angmar.

The Witch-king of Angmar did not answer. He rode on the demon horse and looked down at Voldemort.

"Hohoho, if you don't agree, you can kill me... But you should be able to see that my soul has been split into several parts, and even if you destroy my soul, I can still be resurrected. 99

Voldemort said, with a fierce look on his face:

"But in that case, you'll never get an army of Infernal Corps!~.!

The Witch-king of Angmar remained silent.

Quirrell's body began to tremble.

You Voldemort has several souls, and Quirrell doesn't...

He can't kill you, but I'm going to be ashes...

Quirrell felt bitter in his heart, and thought of Saruman inexplicably.

"If I had followed Mr. Saruman..."

"Okay! Where's the Philosopher's Stone?"

Just when Quirrell was thinking about it, the Witch King Angmar finally had a reply.

Hearing his words, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he didn't have to die.

"The Philosopher's Stone is in Dumbledore's hands!

Voldemort replied excitedly.

"It's him again?"

The Witch-king of Angmar pondered for a moment, then took a deep look at Voldemort, and rode his demon horse into the depths of the forest.

"I will try my best to find the Philosopher's Stone for you!"

The voice of the Witch King of Angmar could be vaguely heard in the air, and Voldemort was silent for a long time. Just when Quirrell thought he had passed out due to lack of energy, his hoarse voice sounded again:

"Yes, go to London..."

"Ah? Master, aren't we looking for unicorns?"

Quirrell's eyes showed surprise, is he finally going to get rid of this savage life?

"You're an idiot, and you can't find a unicorn for another year!"

Voldemort scolded angrily, and after resting for a while, he said tiredly:

"Go to Saruman, I want to cooperate with him, then I will fall into a deep sleep, find Saruman, and then wake me up.""

"Yes, Master!"

Quirrell was overjoyed, and he resisted the desire to laugh out loud and replied in a low voice.

Voldemort's face disappeared from the back of his head, and he was completely asleep.

"Mr. Saruman... Quirrell has come for you..."

Quirrell was relieved, muttered softly, and laughed, he took out his water bag and took a sip of water, then washed the dust off his face.

After putting his wizard robes back on, Quirrell put on a cloak to block his face, and pulled out his wand.

"Apparation!"

After a crackling sound, Quirrell disappeared into the forest.

Hogwarts, in the Slytherin bedroom.

Artel put down the Isil Hedron with a strange look on his face.

"The Witch King of Angmar took a fancy to Voldemort's army of Infernal corpses, and Voldemort fooled the Witch King of Angmar to go to Dumbledore to grab the Philosopher's Stone... Then he came to me?

"Let me think about it, at this stage, it seems useless to resurrect Voldemort... Grindelwald has also left Nurmengard, and the Witch King of Angmar is still active..."

"If Voldemort comes back to life again, Dumbledore will be incapable of being a clone, and Fudge... can't easily control the Ministry of Magic, so I won't see him for now!"

Artel had an idea, and he put the Isil spar back into the system space.

Voldemort wants to be resurrected?

Look at my mood!

Artel lay on the bed and glanced at the dormitory, Malfoy and the others hadn't come back yet.

Looking at the time again, it was almost eleven o'clock.

““Are you still chatting in the public area?”

Artel was a little surprised, as usual, they should have returned long ago.

"Did something happen.

Artel thought for a while, got off the bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and sure enough he heard a fierce quarrel in the common lounge area.

"What happened?"

Artel walked out and sat down beside the Malfoy trio who were sitting in the corner watching the play.

"Artel? You came out too..."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment and whispered:

"Kassandra and Amber had a fight..."

"The two of them?"

Artel is a little surprised. Amber has just joined Slytherin. With her character, she should not be too public, and Cassandra must be aggressive again.

And Malfoy's next words also confirmed Artel's guess.

"It seems that because of the duel, isn't Amber the fourth-year duel champion of Ilvermorny before? 99

"Cassandra said that she was the duel champion of Beauxbatons (Wang Zhaozhao), so I will try it with Amber and see who is the champion of Hogwarts..."

Malfoy said excitedly, as if watching two beauties quarrel is a very interesting thing.

Especially the two big beauties...

Now Cassandra and Amber, can be said to be the two most beautiful witches in Slytherin...

"Amber agreed and said that he would wait until Saturday for the duel club, but Cassandra said that Amber was scared and had to fight now... Said some ugly things."

"Isn't this just looking for trouble?"

Artel rolled her eyes, Cassandra in such a hurry? Can't wait a week...

No wonder Amber was arguing with her.

"You two stop arguing... Yu"

Gemafari looked at the female prefect, Monica, and motioned her to persuade her, but Monica didn't dare...

It is said that when Cassandra was in the first grade, she overcame the second grade Monica...