Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

treasure?

What treasure?!

Gandalf was a little stunned. He looked at the people behind him, and there was a trace of confusion and doubt on their faces.

"There is no treasure of yours here!

Snape didn't answer angrily, this evil dragon almost burned Dumbledore to death, how dare it come to Hogwarts?

It's too disrespectful to wizards.

"Bullshit! 35

Smaug clearly felt that his treasure was in the castle behind them, and these people were staring and talking nonsense, and Smaug felt very angry.

In this life, what he cares most about is his own treasure.

"Shameless thieves, kill me!! 35

The angry Smaug didn't care about Gandalf anymore, and he looked up, and a dazzling light flashed from his mouth.

As Smaug's head stretched forward, streaks of flames were spewed out by it.

"Humph!

Gandalf snorted heavily, raised his cane high, and took a step forward.

An invisible wall of air appeared in front of Gandalf, blocking all the flames, and then he waved sharply, his stick fell, and the flames in the sky were reversed, turning into several huge firebirds, rushing towards Smaug .

Smaug's wings vibrated, his claws waved, his tail hammer swung wildly, and the flames were scattered, and the whole dragon swooped down from the sky and charged towards Gandalf.

Gandalf looked at Smaug solemnly, his unparalleled and powerful spiritual power surged out, and then he pulled out a luminous 743 sword from his waist, and fought with Smaug into a ball.

All the wizards behind him were stunned.

what is this?

Melee mage?

The figure of Gandalf, inexplicably combined with Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts.

Maybe Gryffindor is such an alternative wizard, why would he leave a sword behind?

Inexplicable thoughts popped into the professors' minds.

Newt held his wand and stared at the spot on Smaug's chest, its weak spot.

The other wizards also reacted, raising their wands one after another, staring at Smaug's critical attack, which relieved a lot of pressure on Gandalf for a while.

On the other side, Artel and Professor Mike have come to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries through the Floo network of the fireplace.

St Mungo's Witch's Hospital is in London, hidden inside a department store.

There are many patients here, and the wizarding world has not been very peaceful recently.

Black wizards are very rampant, and white wizards are also injured by experimenting with new combat deformation techniques, so even in the middle of the night, the hospital is very lively.

"Hagrid!

Professor McGonagall and Artel came to the biological injury department on the second floor of the hospital and saw Hagrid outside a ward at a glance.

(cgeb) The little giant was sitting on the chair in front of the door, covering his head and crying bitterly.

Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall was shocked and almost fainted.

It was Artel who was quick-witted and grabbed Professor McGonagall, so she didn't fall down.

Artel waved his hand, and Professor McGonagall felt that his spirit was inexplicably lifted, and even his panicked mood calmed down.

She glanced at Artel in surprise, then nodded to him, and said softly:

"Thank you, sir. 99

"Hands up."

Artel said lightly, they came to Hagrid, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, looked at Hagrid, and his tone trembled:

"Hagrid, Headmaster Dumbledore he..."

"The doctor said that Headmaster Dumbledore was helpless... They used Aria of Light three times, and Headmaster Dumbledore didn't respond."

Hagrid wiped away tears, sad like a 400-pound child.

"We can't find Glen, Gandalf can't do anything, and Aria of Light can't cure him..."

Hagrid covered his face and cried.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. She saw Hagrid and thought Dumbledore was dead.

"Sir? Are you sure?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Artel, Artel smiled, and then nodded, so McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

She could see that Gandalf's attitude towards this man was somewhat different. He should be a capable person, and he might have come from the world of the valley just like Gandalf.

"Go in and have a look."

Artel and Professor McGonagall walked into the ward, and Hagrid wiped his tears and his snot on his dirty clothes, and followed him in.

Dumbledore lay in the hospital bed.

Artel was stunned when he saw him.

Dumbledore's entire body was almost turned into charcoal, and those who didn't know it thought it was a burnt human-shaped charcoal...

There was also a wizard in the ward. He was busy with something, and he sighed when he saw a few people walking in.

"Mag... There's nothing we can do. Dumbledore's injury is too serious. There is a special magic in his body to protect him, but we can't restore his body's vitality. When that magic fails, Dumbledore will will...

This wizard is a chief therapist at St Mungo's Hospital, and one of the few wizards in this hospital who can use the Aria of Light magic.

"Let me come."

Artel walked to the hospital bed, and his mental power swept over Dumbledore.

A little better than he imagined.

Dumbledore's heart was badly damaged, but his brain was fine...

"Fortunately...it belongs to the scope of cure.""

Artel breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch Dumbledore.

Because the Elessa gem gave him the ability to heal any injury through the touch of his hands.

"Eh! What are you doing?!

The wizard was stunned for a moment, and hurried forward to stop Artel.

Dumbledore is like this, he still wants to touch him?

What to do if you break those carbonized bodies.

"Siberkrat!

Professor McGonagall stopped him and shook his head at him.

Xibekrate was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand, he muttered:

"Well, since you're willing to let him try... But Aria of Light is useless. This is already the best healing magic in the wizarding world. I don't think... Oh! Merlin's **!"

Sibekrat uttered a swear word directly.

Professor McGonagall didn't care, because her attention was completely drawn to the sight of the hospital bed.

Artel's hand pressed against Dumbledore's head, making a crackling sound.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and then he immediately activated the ability of Elissa's gem.

A vibrant emerald green light burst from Artel's fingers.

Just being illuminated by the light, the elderly Professor McGonagall felt that he was a few years younger, and his body seemed to be a lot lighter.

More light was absorbed by Dumbledore.

His carbonized body quickly recovered, his pale complexion became ruddy, and then, under the surprised eyes of others, Dumbledore's face even began to look younger.

His white hair and white beard also slowly turned grey, and then turned grey, and even turned towards brown and black.

"This……"

Seeing this scene in astonishment, Xibekrate stared blankly at Artel's back, swallowed, and muttered to himself:

"Reviving the dead, rejuvenating the old... God! God!! This is God, this is God!!