Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

I don't know which dark wizard owes money and publicizes the fact that Altaïr doesn't give money for buying things.

So much so that Altaïr walked three alleys next, stunned and did not see a single stall.

Turning around the other road from Overturned Alley, there was a dilapidated house with a sign hanging in front of the door with the words "Chris Leprechaun Bar" written on it.

"Leprechaun's bar?"

Altaïr thought about it ~ and walked into the bar.

The originally noisy bar immediately quieted down, and the guests looked at him nervously, until Altaïr reached a table in the corner and sat down, and they returned to normal, whispering - - began to communicate.

"Mr. Saruman is still coming to us for the first time."

A leprechaun with heavy makeup walked over and looked at Altaïr with a smile on her face.

"I'm the boss here, Chris."

Leprechauns are small, gray-skinned humanoids with large heads and long fingers that look incongruous.

In short, it is very inconsistent with human aesthetics.

The mainstream ideology in the international wizarding community is to discriminate against leprechauns, and most wizards believe that leprechauns are very stupid, ugly and inferior creatures.

There have been many goblin rebellions in history, but they have been crushed by wizards, and there are still many wizards who advocate the use of force again to conquer goblins and make them submit to wizards like house-elves.

Especially dark wizards, the methods used to treat goblins are cruel.

In such an environment, Chris was able to survive among a group of vicious dark wizards and opened a bar, and it is conceivable that she is a very powerful goblin.

"It's the first time."

Altaïr looked at the layout of the bar, looked at Chris, and said:

"Give me a butterbeer."

"Cluck..."

Chris covered her mouth and laughed, her right hand touched her waist, pulled out a cigar, and the fingertips of her left hand jumped with flames.

Chris spat out a smoke ring before saying with a smile:

"We don't have butterbeer here... The drinks here include girl's blood, troll's blood, dragon's blood, hallucinogenic mushroom juice..."

Chris raised an eyebrow and continued:

"I recommend you try the troll's heart, although the taste is a little pungent, but the effect is great... It can make you feel more powerful..."

Altaïr frowned and took a deep look at Chris.

His unfazed appearance made Chris a little afraid, and this bold eye hesitated and sat up a little straighter.

"If you don't like any of that, I have some soda here... It was Muggle stuff that I prefer to drink, so I collected some. "

"Forget it, don't drink it."

Altaïr waved his hand, rejecting Chris's suggestion.

"I have something to ask you."

"You said..."

"I want to know about the leprechaun colony near England..."

Altaïr's words made Chris stunned for a moment, and she showed a dry smile and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"You can trust me."

Altaïr said in a deep voice, and the serious face that belonged to Saruman made Chrissy feel inexplicable pressure.

Altaïr glanced at the others in the bar and waved his scepter lightly, blocking the area where the two were sitting.

"I know that there have always been a group of goblins operating secretly, trying to subvert the rule of the Ministry of Magic, needless to say what my identity is, I am not friends with the Ministry of Magic, then between me and the goblins, it is possible to become friends."

Chris nodded subconsciously, she looked at Altaïr and asked:

"What do you want to find them for?"

"I need someone to build a batch of weapons and armor for me, although dwarves are better suited for this... But for some inconvenient reason to reveal, I can't go to the dwarves right now. "

Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic had published some of the information they had received from Gollum and the Giant Oak in the Daily Prophet, and the dwarves' information could be published.

Although there is no proof of the existence of dwarves so far, most people know that this is a race that is good at mining and crafting weapons and equipment.

Altaïr intends to create a batch of armor for his strong orcs, who are very strong, but their defenses are weak, and their skin can only withstand a small amount of spell attacks.

If you can equip the magic armor made by the goblins, the strength of the strong orc army will be extremely terrifying.

However, this kind of thing does not need to be Altaïr himself, so cooperating with goblins is the best choice. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Although this is Altaïr's improvised idea after seeing the goblin bar, it has a good chance of success.

This Alice, the force behind her, is eighty percent likely to be a rebel force among the goblins.

0 ask for flowers

"If it's about crafting weapons and armor... It should be possible. "

Chris's eyes lit up, and looking at Altaïr's gaze, in addition to fear, there was also a hint of greed, as if Altaïr in front of her had become a fat sheep.

This is also a common problem for all goblins, who like gold coins, love money, and are even willing to pay a great price for it.

Of course, there is another reason why Altaïr is also unclear.

That is, the cognitive concept of goblins is actually different from that of humans.

In the goblin's perception, the owner of the item is the person who made it.

That is to say, the goblin made a magic prop, then in the eyes of the eye, he is the owner of this magic prop.

The wizard pays for the magic props, in fact, he only buys the right to use the magic props, and when the wizard dies, these magic items should be returned to the goblin who made it, or the descendants of the goblin.

If a wizard passes a magic item to another wizard without paying for it, it is as bad as stealing.

That's why Chris is so happy, in her understanding, if she cooperates with Altaïr, he needs to pay for materials, processing, and the cost of equipping and using weapons.

When Saruman dies, these things will be returned to the goblins...

And Saruman looks to be a hundred years old, maybe he won't live for a few years ...

About the fact that Saruman is Maia, Dumbledore did not reveal it to the public, so Chrissy did not know that Saruman was actually immortal...

If she knew, the deal would certainly not be easy to negotiate.

"I can help you contact them, and you can talk about cooperation in my bar when the time comes."

Chris replied.

"But I can't tell you where they are... That's too dangerous, I think you should understand, your power is too terrible, in case something happens..."

Chris said this, with an apologetic smile on her face, but saw Saruman on the other side shake her head, and a pitch-black vortex seemed to appear in the depths of the eyes that met her, as if sucking her soul in...

In a daze, Altaïr's voice sounded in Chris's mind.

"No, you're going to tell me where they are, right? Miss Chrissy Leprechaun... taxi".