Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"It's a strong..."

Newt, who followed up, also looked at Sirte cautiously, and the wand in his hand was also pointed at him.

His strength was worse than Dumbledore's, and he felt the pressure on Sirte more strongly.

This feeling is like facing the unfathomable starry sky, making people subconsciously feel their own insignificance.

Sirte frowned, just about to speak, but suddenly fell silent again.

Artel stood in the corner of the classroom, and directly took over Soult's spiritual power through the power of the contract.

Soult was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I am here on behalf of my lord... Saruman the White Robe."5

"Are you from Saruman?"

Dumbledore raised his brows. He looked at Sirte up and down, but he still couldn't find the truth. He gave Newt a look. The two of them didn't put down their wands, and looked at Sirte side by side.

"What did Saruman ask you to do?"

Dumbledore asked with a frown.

Now he is very sure that Saruman is not a good person. Recently, Saruman has not come out to be a demon, and Dumbledore feels quite happy.

Unexpectedly, the Witch King of Angmar just got a school, and Saruman jumped out unwillingly, what is this for?

Either they don't show up, or they show up together. Is it annoying?

"Minas Morgul, the dwelling place of the Nazgul, also known as the Tower of Hex, the City of Death... The Witch King of Angmar established Minas Morgul in Eastern Europe, and his mind was clear. "

"My lord once said that the Witch King of Angmar intends to summon Sauron, and if the two worlds meet, Minas Morgul may become the land where Mordor descends.

Dumbledore frowned deeply upon hearing this.

Newt's expression changed slightly. He heard some different information from Soult's words.

What is Minas Morgul to be the Land of Mordor?

It must be that the Witch King of Angmar has some means to transform it, and maybe he will use those dark wizards, and even sacrifice those little wizards and even Muggles in Eastern Europe...

"..."

Newt glanced at Dumbledore, who shook his head slightly.

In this matter, he had to ask Gandalf, not just listen to Saruman's words.

What if Saruman just wanted to cause a conflict between the two of them, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman?

"If Mr. Dumbledore has any doubts, he can ask Mr. Gandalf to understand, but my lord let me remind you that Minas Morgul may replace Wales and become the new arrival point."5

After Soult finished speaking, he looked at Dumbledore who was silent and said:

"The words have been brought to... I left."

After Sirte finished speaking, the whole person turned into a cloud of black mist and flew out of the window.

Newt tried to stop him, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Let him go. 99

Dumbledore was not sure to keep Sirte, what's more, there was an unknown Saruman behind him.

Dumbledore glanced at the classroom and made sure there was nothing wrong before leaving with Newt.

After a while, Artel also secretly left the classroom and ran back to the dormitory.

After Dumbledore searched several places, he came to Slytherin's bedroom.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Artel's notes in the dormitory researching the refining of potions.

After chatting with Artel with a smile, Dumbledore left.

Artel waited for him to leave, went back to bed, closed his eyes and contacted Soult.

He planned to ask Sirte to go to Goth Mog. Sirte was a sorcerer of Mordor, and it was appropriate to go anywhere.

After contacting Soult, Artel asked him to hide the dark staff on the mountain outside Hogwarts, and then let the ferocious beast put the staff away.

After doing this, Artel left the bedroom and went to the auditorium.

At this time, many little wizards in the auditorium were talking about what happened in the afternoon.

At that time, the entire castle became pitch black, and although it was only fleeting, it still caused panic among the little wizards.

Everyone has guessed what, you say what I say, the confusion can't be said.

"Hey, I heard that Headmaster Dumbledore went to the dormitory to find you in the afternoon? What happened?"

Artel was drinking tea when Cassandra's voice came from behind.

When Artel turned around, he saw Cassandra staring at him with fox eyes.

Behind her, there are two little witches.

They are all little snakes of Slytherin, and I don't know how they were attracted by Kassandra. Now they have become Kassandra's follower.

"What do you think I'm doing? I don't care about you, I'm afraid that what you do will affect Slytherin, and that's why the principal is attracted."

Cassandra snorted and explained with a Tsundere expression.

The corners of Artel's mouth tickled, they were all so familiar, and Cassandra still came here...

Maybe it's because there are too many little wizards around.

"I'm Slytherin's next prefect, so I should be concerned about this matter. You deducted points from Slytherin for your dangerous magic experiment last time. This time, you didn't do anything dangerous again, right? "

Seeing that Artel didn't answer, Cassandra said another sentence, then looked at Artel suspiciously, and said:

"The castle suddenly got dark this afternoon, you couldn't have done it, right?

"Of course not me..."

Artel said quickly, glancing at Cassandra, and said:

"Dumbledore 127 Principals came to me just to find out about other things, but I can't tell you...

"Don't say it, don't say it, I don't listen!

Cassandra turned to leave, Artel politely asked:

"What are you in a hurry to do? Have a cup of afternoon tea.

"Our eldest sister isn't drinking afternoon tea at the Gryffindor table."

Before Cassandra spoke, a little witch behind her raised her head and said something proud.

Cassandra looked back at her expressionlessly and said:

"Michelle, have you finished copying your magical history notes?"

"I haven't finished copying, there are four days left for the next class.

Michelle nodded, and although she didn't understand why Cassandra suddenly mentioned this matter, she answered truthfully.

"Then why don't you go back and copy? I have to check at night. If you don't finish copying, don't blame me for punishing you!""

Cassandra said, turned her head, and sat down beside Artel.

"Suddenly thirsty... Since you have invited me again and again, I'll have a cup of afternoon tea before leaving."

Invite again?

I'm just being polite, okay?

Artel looked at Cassandra and patted the table with a speechless expression.

A cup of steaming black tea appeared on the table, and Cassandra took a sip with a faint smile on her face.

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