Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"I have left a force in his body that can temporarily save his life. Within ten days, when you arrive at the valley, he will be able to survive."

"Valley, Galadriel..."

Hearing the familiar name, Newt, Snape and the others showed a wry smile on their faces.

If they knew where the valley was, how could they have spent so much time.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing that the faces of the people were wrong, Gandalf asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Gandalf, we don't know where Rivendell is - li. 99

Snape replied.

Gandalf frowned, and Snape's address to him gave him a strange feeling.

"You don't even know where the valley is? Aren't you all wizards? Well..."

Gandalf thought for a while, but decided to speak more clearly.

"The valley is in East Eriador, near the Misty Mountains, hidden in the heather-covered wasteland, with the path leading to the canyon..."

The crowd looked at Gandalf blankly as if they were listening to the scriptures.

What East Eriador?

What Misty Mountains?

Is this England? Is it Europe? Is this Earth?

Newt has traveled all over seven continents in search of magical animals, and has never heard of these places.

"Uh…"

Gandalf noticed everyone's strange expressions, he frowned slightly, as if he realized something.

"Where is this place?"

Gandalf asked Newt that he was the oldest of the wizards and looked the most reliable.

"This is Wales, the Cumbria Mountains...well, Wales, England..."

Seeing Gandalf's expression, Newt opened his mouth and said tentatively:

"This is Europe, you know?

Gandalf shook his head.

The wizards looked at each other, and Newt took a deep breath and added:

"This is the earth, do you know that?"

Gandalf shook his head again.

Newt's mouth widened, and now he understood.

Gandalf is no earthling at all!!

But isn't Saruman the same as him? How does Saruman know everything?

At first, because of a report in the Daily Prophet, people went directly to the beautiful country.

"Mr Gandalf, do you know Saruman?"

Just to be on the safe side, Newt asked again.

"Of course. 35

Gandalf nodded, although he had some doubts about Saruman now, but it was only the initial stage of suspicion, and there was no substantial evidence.

"Do you know Saruman too?"

Gandalf looked at them curiously, he felt that these people were very strange, as if they didn't know much about Middle-earth, but they knew their own Saruman.

Did it come from somewhere else?

"Yes, we have met him, he has white hair..."

Professor McGonagall described Saruman to Gandalf, Gandalf nodded and said:

"Yes, he is Saruman... Where have you seen him? Isengard? Or somewhere else?"

"The Ministry of Magic...and Hogwarts...

Professor McGonagall replied, but Gandalf clearly did not know where the Ministry and Hogwarts were, and Professor McGonagall gave a wry smile.

"Looks like we still have a lot of problems to sort out... Mr. Gandalf, I think you've guessed it, it looks like we're in two different worlds. 99

When Professor McGonagall's voice fell, Sirius Black suddenly thought of something and said:

"By the way, Headmaster Dumbledore said before, the Glen exists in a secret realm, and there is a passage connected to this place. If Mr. Gandalf can open the passage, can't we send Headmaster Dumbledore there? ?

Newt nodded. He pointed to the ruins of the mountain not far away and said:

"That's where the dragon came from, Mr. Gandalf, would you please take a look?"

"From here?"

Gandalf became interested, he held his cane and walked to the ruins, but he didn't see any movement, and all the rubble flew out all at once.

Gandalf closed his eyes, feeling the space around him, and after a while he opened his eyes suspiciously.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Everyone nodded affirmatively, Gandalf was amazed, studied it again, shook his head and said:

"No development, nothing fancy here... If Smaug suddenly appeared here, eh? It's probably the same as me..."

Gandalf looked to a place beyond the Cumbria Mountains.

When he opened his eyes, he also found himself appearing there inexplicably, would Smaug be the same as him?

・・・・Seeking flowers・・

"If that's the case, is it Vera who summoned us? It shouldn't be..."

Gandalf was a little puzzled, and now he has realized that this is not Middle-earth.

"I think, I need to take a good look at the current situation. If this is not Middle-earth, why do you know me? When did Saruman appear? Is there anyone else..."

Gandalf asked a bunch of questions, Newt thought about it, and said:

"Let's go back to Hogwarts first, and then talk about it. This matter is very complicated, and it will not be clear for a while..."

Newt motioned for Hagrid to pick up Dumbledore and put a hand on Gandalf's arm.

"I'll take you to Hogwarts, sir.

Go back to ten minutes ago.

In Shelby Manor, Artel sat on the bed, looking at the scene in the Isil spar, his face was full of solemnity.

This dragon is stronger than he imagined!

There are too many burdens around Dumbledore, but it affects Dumbledore's performance.

Without those people, Dumbledore could calmly use Apparition or other spells to avoid Smaug's flames, but with the Hogwarts professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore could only resist head-on. Those flames, because if he couldn't stop it, other wizards would die.

"If it goes on like this, Dumbledore will be dragged to death by other people sooner or later."

Artel was aware of this problem, and Dumbledore was obviously afraid of the appearance of one or more Nazgul like the Witch King of Angmar, so he gathered so many people.

But he did not expect that a terrifying giant dragon appeared, and the people who helped it could not cause effective damage to it at all. If Dumbledore wanted to protect others, he could only block everything by himself.

"Gandalf must be summoned as soon as possible, or Dumbledore will surely die."

Artel made up his mind, but he had planned to summon Gandalf as well, it didn't matter if it was sooner or later.

After making a decision, Artel opened the system space, then opened the mall, and chose to summon.

At the moment of the choice, a series of sounds resounded in Artel's mind.