Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Altaïr also hid himself all under the black robe, and his appearance did not cause the slightest wave in this huge overturned alley.

An old witch came to her, wearing a worn, pointed wizarding hat, her eyes cloudy but shining fiercely, her face folded together, and she looked weak.

But dare to show her true face in the overturned alley of the night, this old witch must have some skills.

Sure enough, after seeing the old witch, the other wizards in the alley hurriedly gave way to the road, and some lowered their heads, not daring to look at her.

The old witch was followed by a twelve-thirteen-year-old boy holding a dragonskin package in his hand, which seemed to be the old witch's apprentice.

"Huh?"

As he passed Altaïr's side, a voice of surprise came out of the old witch's mouth.

She turned sideways and glanced Altaïr up and down.

However, her gaze obviously could not penetrate the wide wizard robe on Altaïr's body, so in the end she could only land on the scepter that Altaïr was holding in his hand.

Many old wizards like to get a scepter because of their physical disabilities, and they usually hide their wands in the scepter and can also cast spells.

However, due to the non-standard gestures and postures, the power of the spell may be weaker, of course, for those wizards who are very skilled and can even cast spells without a staff, there is no difference.

Therefore, the general wizard with a scepter is not easy to mess with...

"Strange..."

The old witch muttered in her mouth, she stared at Altaïr's scepter, shook her head, leaned over, and left tremblingly.

However, as soon as she took two steps, the old witch's upper body silently reversed direction, and in a state that violated human limits, it turned into a state where her legs continued to walk forward, while her upper body completely flipped to look behind her.

The old witch raised her wand and aimed it at Altaïr, she opened her mouth slightly, but no sound of the spell appeared.

A green light flew out from the tip of her wand and came behind Altaïr in an instant.

Most of the wizards around him looked the same, because this kind of thing happened often, and in places where dark wizards gathered, always be careful behind your back, because a green light might fly at any time.

Of course, there were still some dark wizards who did not know the old witch with fear on their faces.

Because that's the Avadaso Curse!

This terrifying old witch can cast a life spell without a spell!

"Quack... Baby's breath, powerful baby.~..."

The old witch's mouth rattled strangely, and her eyes showed a greedy look, staring closely at Altaïr's right hand hidden under the black robe.

On that hand, he carried a ring named Via.

But...

The green light was blocked by a steel shield before it hit Altaïr.

No one knows how this steel shield appeared, but when the light of the Death Curse disappeared, the steel shield suddenly turned into pieces of rags and flew to the ground.

"What a brilliant transfiguration."

The faces of the onlookers changed, and the wizard robe that Altaïr had brought on his head had been shattered, revealing long gray hair.

Saruman !! It's the white robe Saruman!! "

A scream sounded from the alley, and the otherwise quiet overturned alley immediately became chaotic.

The smile on the old witch's face froze, she didn't care to bring her apprentice, and with a wave of her wrist, the whole person's figure began to distort.

In the next second, she can cast a phantom transfiguration and leave here.

Unfortunately, a second is too long.

Altaïr didn't even look back, his scepter pausing slightly on the ground.

A ghostly crying sound sounded in everyone's ears, and the other wizards in the alley saw the old witch being violently pulled out of the state of phantom transfiguration...

Only half of the body came out... Her legs no longer knew where to teleport.

"Uh..."

The old witch let out a wail of pain, blood constantly flowing out of her waist, and the apprentice on the side seemed to be frightened and looked at her in panic.

"Saruman, great wise man, forgive my ignorance..."

The old witch struggled to prop herself up, constantly kowtowing and pleading. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Altaïr didn't answer, he took a step forward.

The old witch breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had escaped death by chance, and she shouted to her apprentice:

"What else are you looking at? Give me the potion in your bag... Belch... No!! "

Before the old witch's words were finished, she let out a miserable scream.

At some point, a huge armored warrior without a head appeared.

The warrior held his axe high and cut off the old witch's head in one fell swoop.

The old witch's body suddenly burst into a burst of black light, and her soul emerged from her body, as if to transform into a ghost...

Altaïr, who walked out, stopped in his steps, tilted his head, and waved his scepter lightly.

Soul Extraction!

The soul of the old witch, who was transforming into a ghost, was torn apart by a burst of force, turned into a black bead, and flew to Altaïr's side.

And that huge headless warrior suddenly disappeared ...

The surrounding dark wizards watched this scene sluggishly, and in just one minute, so many things happened that they couldn't react a little.

It took a while for them to come to their senses, and several of them looked at the apprentice who was still paralyzed on the ground, revealing greedy eyes.

"The legacy of the old witch Scarletlive..."

"She's a potions master, and she has a lot of notes on the Dark Arts!"

As long as that apprentice is caught, everything left by the old witch is theirs.

Obviously, many people were interested in the old witch's inheritance, and they looked at each other, but no one dared to start catching the wizard apprentice first.

"What are you waiting for... This is a unique opportunity. "

A slightly hoarse voice came from the crowd.

"Scarletlive, this is an old dark wizard, who followed Voldemort, and after Voldemort's accident, she fled to North America, this time taking advantage of the turmoil in Europe by His Royal Highness the Witch King of Angmar, and only thought of returning to surrender..."

"Ho ho ho... I didn't expect to provoke Mr. Saruman without long eyes..."

I don't know who started it, a dry chicken claw hand grabbed the junior apprentice, and then a blinding spell flew over and hit him, and immediately after, the chaotic battle began.

Altaïr ignored what was happening behind him, and he turned out of the alley, followed by several strangely dressed dark wizards.

They were all dressed in white robes...

"They are... My imitator? "

Altaïr reacted, these people should be the dark wizards who acted in the name of Saruman.

A member of the emerging Black Wizarding Organization "Holy White Council", also known as the Holy White Apostle!.