Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"It's a pity that Harry's world level is too low, and the materials needed to create the Supreme Ring can't be found at all..."

Sauron spent endless effort and divine power to create a Supreme Ring, which naturally could not be made casually.

Although Altaïr currently has a lot of props from the Lord of the Rings world, and even precious treasures such as the Isir crystal and the Elisa gem, it is far from enough.

However, Altaïr, who has obtained Sauron's casting skills and alchemy inheritance, can also create some other magic items using the fine gold and precious stones of the local world.

Anyway, the power will definitely not be weaker than the Sword of Gryffindor.

"I can also create random rings to confuse the public..."

Altaïr laughed out loud, he could also create something like the Nine Rings of the Terrans, echoing his Supreme Ring, and thus controlling the other party.

In short, Sauron's alchemy was very useful to him.

"Moreover, I know how to make the Supreme Rings... You can even skip the system and develop more features of the Supreme Lord of the Rings. "

Altaïr felt the Supreme Ring that exuded supreme authority in the depths of his soul, and an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes.

"Yesterday, I absorbed Sauron's inheritance crystal, but I didn't expect to faint directly, and I didn't even have time to summon it. "

Altaïr glanced at the time, got up to wash and change clothes, and used the system to summon.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the item [Grauron's Horn]!"

Altaïr cleaned up, and his face showed surprise.

If it was before yesterday night, Altaïr must not know what it was, and even if the system told him the origin of this horn, Altaïr would not know how to use it.

But after receiving Sauron's inheritance, the situation changed.

"Grauron... The first evil dragon born in Alda, the men of Morgoth... Known as the father of the dragon, the ancestor of Ulurochi..."

"Can spit out the flames that burn everything, can hypnotize the gaze of all enemies~~..."

"The horn of the Graulong is an excellent magic material, which can be used to cast a variety of magic props to make it have the power of an evil dragon!"

Altaïr's mind flashed the various uses of the Grauron Horn, and suddenly an urge to make magic items himself welled up.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the hideous and evil dragon horn in the system space, and suppressed the urge in his heart.

"Summon the Lord of the Rings figures. "

"Ding, congratulations to the host, successfully summoned the [Fierce Behemoth]!"

"Oh, it's the mount of the Ring..."

The thing summoned this time is very familiar to Altaïr, the fierce beast, also known as the Hell Vulture Bird, the bird of Nazgul.

They are huge, comparable to dragons, and although they are bald, without scales or feathers, their skin is thick and ordinary weapons cannot break defenses.

In addition, they have sharp fangs and sharp claws, and can make dizzying screams, making them a very strong creature.

While tracking down the Ring, the Nine Rings were flooded by the Al Ven Summoning Flood at the Bujui Noh ferry and lost their demon horses.

Upon their return to Mordor, Sauron gave them nine ferocious behemoths.

In the later war, the nine ringed spirits rode fierce behemoths from the sky and killed countless humans.

"Good stuff... No worse than the dragon of this world, you can be a mount..."

Altaïr smiled with satisfaction.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to give the ferocious beast to the Angmar Witch King, and now Altaïr could find a way to enslave it himself.

After packing up, Altaïr came to the auditorium to eat.

Along the way, he greeted him with an unknown number of little wizards, and Altaïr felt his cheeks stiffen with a smile.

"You look... It seems to be a little different. "

Hermione ate mashed potatoes while observing Altaïr, and if anyone in the school knew Altaïr best, it was Hermione.

And she usually cares about Altaïr the most, so if something changes in Altaïr, Hermione can find out.

"What's different?"

Altaïr's heart moved, and he asked quietly.

"I can't tell... It feels like you've grown up a lot overnight..." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!)

Hermione looked at Altaïr curiously, her face showed a puzzled expression, scratched her head, and said:

"Although the appearance has not changed much... But it just feels like it's ripe... There is a feeling that Headmaster Dumbledore gives me, how strange..."

Hermione was amazed, and Altaïr understood.

It must be that after he obtained the Sauron inheritance, his temperament changed to a certain extent.

Now Altaïr has mastered the world's most pinnacle alchemy, and his knowledge in this area is unprecedented.

Nicole Flamel, who made the Philosopher's Stone, is not a grade with him at all...

Naturally, a special temperament arises.

The so-called belly has a poetic atmosphere and self-cultivation is this truth.

Altaïr himself did not notice it, nor did those who were not familiar with him, but Hermione saw it at once.

"Hmm... Maybe it's because I thought about the paper yesterday night, after all, I'm also going to be the wizard of Transfiguration Today. "

Altaïr said half-jokingly.

Hermione thought for a moment, snorted, and nodded in agreement.

"That's the reason... After your paper is written, don't give it to Professor McGonagall... I'm going to be the first to see it!"

Hermione smiled and fascinated, not forgetting to tell Altaïr.

Neville on the other side heard this, and asked curiously and nervously:

What does it have to do with Professor McGonagall?

"Oops! No!"

Hermione burst out laughing and said:

"It's Altaïr, he has some understanding of Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall says she hopes he can write a paper and want to contribute to Transfiguration Today. "

"Really?! Oh my God! It's incredible!"

Neville's eyes widened and he looked at Altaïr with envy.

This is someone else's child.

If he could also publish in Transfiguration Today, his grandmother would die of joy.

Harry and Ron on the other side heard it and laughed bitterly.

The pressure of a term with Altaïr is really great!

They don't even have the courage to catch up ...

"Not necessarily... Don't be open. "

Altaïr spoke, and Neville covered his mouth and looked around, nodding quietly.

"I'm not going to talk to... People"

Neville's words were not finished, and there was a burst of owl calls outside.

The Daily Prophet is here again.

"I don't know if there's anything going on today... The Witch King of Angmar won't break through Europa, will he?"

Altaïr thought silently, and saw Ron, who opened the Daily Prophet on the other side, grow his mouth.

"It looks like something has happened again...".