Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"Enough!! Enough!! You killed me! Kill me!"

The witch's hysterical growl didn't do much.

The Witch-king of Angmar didn't hesitate, and the blade of Morgul slashed her throat.

A look of relief flashed across the witch's face, and then it turned into endless pain and was completely swallowed by the magic flame.

"Say the location of Hogwarts, otherwise, kill without mercy!"

The voice of the Witch King of Angmar was very indifferent, like ice that has not melted for thousands of years, which made the blood of the wizards present freeze, and they could not raise the slightest resistance.

Aberforth watched all this in pain, and he frantically cast a spell on the Witch King of Angmar, but it didn't work at all.

After only a few seconds, the Witch-king of Angmar spoke again.

"You pissed me off."

The Angmar Witch-King's voice became deeper.

"I will refine you into corpses, and I will use them forever..."

A black mist floated over the Witch King of Angmar, and in the black mist, there were faint sounds of prayers and incantations from countless people...

"No!! I...I know where Hogwarts is!"

A voice full of pain came.

Everyone looked at him angrily, but it was a witch, holding a baby in her arms, and a little boy of four or five years old beside her...

"sorry Sorry…"

The witch whispered, and she fell to her knees.

"I know where Hogwarts 687 is, please, let them go..."

The black mist on Angmar Witch King slowly dissipated, he stretched out his hand, and the baby in the witch's arms flew out of her arms and landed on Angmar Witch King's body.

"No!! Don't hurt her! I'll tell you where Hogwarts is!! Please!"

The witch knelt on the ground and crawled over, and the little boy beside her also burst into tears.

"It turns out to be like this, humble emotion..."

The Witch King of Angmar looked at the baby in his arms, he sneered, he became a Nazgul and fell into darkness for many years.

The emotions between human beings have long been forgotten.

The faces of the wizards around also changed, some were angry, some were helpless, they could not condemn this witch, because protecting their children is the nature of all mothers.

They believe that if the witch is only one person, he will not be afraid of death, but... the little boy is only four years old, and the little girl is only a few months old...

"Ugh!"

Aberforth sighed, put his wand down, and said:

"Leave them alone...I'll take you to Hogwarts.""

The Witch-king of Angmar turned to look at him, but he did not speak, nor did he let go of the baby in his arms.

He didn't believe Aberforth, even if the other party swears by his life, the Witch King of Angmar would doubt that the other party would have the idea of ​​sacrificing himself to save others.

"That's it, that's it."

Aberforth seemed ten years older, and he pointed to the northwest and said:

"Hogwarts is just three miles away from here by the Black Lake. You already know its location and you can naturally see it."

The Witch King of Angmar looked in the direction Aberforth pointed, and sure enough, next to the empty lake before, suddenly there were several mysterious magical formations.

Inside the barrier is a simple and mysterious castle.

"Magic means..."

The Witch King of Angmar pondered for a while, then threw the baby back. He rode the demon horse and charged towards Hogwarts.

The Witch-king of Angmar left Hogsmeade, and Aberforth found two wizards in the village and asked them to arrange the remaining survivors, and he himself held the wand and also moved towards Hogwarts. go in the direction.

Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Nagini was watching Artel teach the little wizards how to simplify spellcasting gestures when Professor McGonagall walked in suddenly.

Because of the emergency, she didn't even knock on the door.

"Professor Nagini, something special has happened, and that's the end of this class. 39

Professor McGonagall said to Nagini, she looked at the little wizards with a serious face, and said:

"Everyone, go back to your lounge now, Artel, Hermione, you two, make sure everyone goes back."

This class is for first-year junior wizards in Slytherin and Gryffindor, with no prefects and no senior wizards.

Professor McGonagall chose Artel and Hermione naturally.

Artel's expression was a little surprised, and he quickly realized that something important must have happened.

"There must be something wrong with Hogwarts... There's no way Voldemort could have gotten such attention, Saruman... It's me, the Witch-King Angmar here?"

Artel thought of the conversation between the Witch-king of Angmar and Voldemort, and he guessed that the Witch-king of Angmar might have come to Hogwarts in order to find the Philosopher's Stone.

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts, and no one can stop the Witch-king of Angmar...and neither can I.

Artel's face became serious, the Witch King of Angmar was very strong, and even if he wore the Ring of Veer, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Fortunately, after obtaining Sauron's casting process, Artel has been able to easily influence the Witch King of Angmar through the One Ring.

To completely control him, you have to wait until the relevant abilities are unlocked.

Hearing Professor McGonagall say this, Nagini and the other little wizards also realized that something was wrong.

Nagini comforted the little wizards and let Artel and Hermione leave with the little wizards from the two academies.

"Artel...I'm a little scared."

Hermione grabbed the corner of Artel's clothes, her face pale.

Hermione was very smart, and she had seen the panic she was hiding in the depths of Professor McGonagall's serious face.

Something even scarier than the last time Saruman entered Hogwarts must have happened!

"Be good, don't be afraid, it's fine... go back to the bedroom, remember not to run around.

Artel squeezed Hermione's cheek, admonishing her.

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded heavily. She actually wanted to be with Artel. If something terrible happened, she hoped to be by Artel's side.

However, since Professor McGonagall arranged for her to lead the other little wizards back, Hermione could only do so.

"Noon... Let's have lunch together.

Hermione whispered and left the classroom with the little wizards of Gryffindor, Artel nodded at Professor McGonagall and Nagini, and left with the little wizards of Slytherin.

On the way back to the basement, Artel also encounters wizards from other grades.

Without exception, their classes are over.

"Artel, do you know what happened?"

After returning to the lounge, Cassandra stopped Artel and asked in a low voice.

There was a hint of excitement on her face, obviously, she didn't realize how terrible something had happened.

"..."

"Could there be another basilisk?"

Cassandra blinked and said with a smile:

"Last time I was away... This time, just watch my performance! I will protect you... protect all of you!"