Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"Yes... The great Mr. Saruman..."

Chris's eyes were confused, and she replied incomprehensibly:

"That group of goblins walks all over England, but their headquarters, deep in the woods of Nottingham... There are many spells cast there, able to shield Muggles and wizards..."

"Their leader is a descendant of King Legnak I and excels at crafting fine silverware, magic items, and sturdy helmets and armor..."

Under the influence of the Supreme Ring, Chris soon exposed the old bottom of the Goblin Rebellion Group.

To Altaïr's surprise, the Goblin Rebel Group had been secretly plotting for many years, collecting a large amount of ores and rare metals, enough to be made into armor to arm a team of thousands of people.

After getting the information he wanted, Altaïr gently rubbed his temples.

Compared with the consumption of forging memories for Pettigrew Peter last time, the mental power consumed this time is not much...

It seems that the recent "860" evening practice of Gandalf's spiritual secret method still has some effect.

Erasing Chris's memory of this, Altaïr got up and left the bar.

After Altaïr left, the confused expression on Chris's face disappeared, she glanced around, and then at the burning cigar in her hand...

"Strange... Did I drink hallucinogenic mushroom juice? Why don't I remember..."

Chris muttered suspiciously, her gaze fell on a fairly clean dark wizard, and she got up and walked over with a smile.

After leaving the bar, Altaïr made two more turns in the Overturned Alley, found two dark wizards, and after learning from them about the nearby dark wizard meeting place, he was ready to leave.

For such a long time, those wizards in North America have not been able to gather people to trouble him, it seems that there is no need to wait this evening.

Those guys are also clamoring with their mouths, and if they really meet themselves, I am afraid that they have long been hiding far away...

Is the mouth a strong king?

Altaïr sneered, cast a phantom transfiguration, and returned to Hogsmeade's screaming shack.

Remove Via, lift Transfiguration, put on the Supreme Rings... Altaïr returned to Hogwarts through the tunnels.

After entering the castle, Altaïr went all the way down to the Slytherin common room in the basement.

The dormitory was no different than when he left, where Goyle and Crabbe were still snoring.

Goyle's voice sounded like a tractor, Crabbe's voice sounded like an electric drill...

But when Altaïr returned to his bed, all sounds disappeared...

"The shielding spell is really the greatest invention..."

Altaïr sighed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Tomorrow is Sunday, there are no classes, you can sleep in.

Tonight, Altaïr dreamed of a beautiful Veela...

When Altaïr woke up, it was almost lunchtime.

"Overslept again..."

Altaïr muttered and jumped out of bed.

There was no one in the dormitory, Malfoy didn't know where to take his two little brothers, Altaïr changed his clothes, washed up with magic, and left the dormitory.

Pansy was sitting in the common lounge area, she had been staring at Altaïr's bedroom, and when she saw Altaïr come out of it, Pansy had a smile on her face.

"I saw you before Hermione today!"

Pansy came to Altaïr and asked in a low voice:

"You went on a night tour last night? Hermione didn't see you during dinner in the morning, so she guessed you might have gone on a night tour..."

"Those exchange students from Ifamouni still wanted to meet you, but you didn't come all morning, hahaha..."

Pansy muttered, and she was quite happy to see it.

"So you've been waiting for me here?"

Altaïr asked, and Pansy nodded a little shyly and said:

"Otherwise, you'll definitely go to Hermione when you wake up, I'll have to wait for you here... But I can read in the lounge..."

Pansy replied, she turned her face sideways, looked at Altaïr, and said: (Read the violent novel, just go to Feilu Novel Network!) ）

"By the way, today that Ifamouni Morobo has been inquiring about you and the basilisk, and he looks a little unconvinced..."

"So..."

Pansy's face suddenly showed a bad smile, and she put one hand over her mouth and whispered:

"Hermione and I went to Malfoy and told them to go and tell Morobo that you killed the basilisk completely by picking up a bargain... Several professors have beaten the basilisk to the point where they are unable to resist, but only the Sword of Gryffindor can kill it, and you are the one lucky enough to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor..."

Altaïr was stunned, and this kind of operation?

Morobo that guy won't really believe it...

But in fact, Pansy and Hermione's statement is not a lie...

Because at that time, the basilisk was indeed locked to the ground by the chains conjured by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, and the most powerful Eye of Death was also blinded, and it was not wrong to say that it lost the ability to resist...

Morobo asked the other Slytherins and could come to the same conclusion if he had a preconceived idea.

After all, people only believe what they want to believe ...

Morobo's heart must have preferred to believe that Altaïr was a lucky man...

"So he believed it?"

Altaïr looked at Pansy with a strange face, Pansy couldn't help but smile, nodded, and said simply:

"I must believe it, the witch of our snake courtyard almost fought him... Listening to them, Morobo still said that when he sees you, he will talk to you to see how you kill the basilisk! "

"A fifth-grade duel champion has to compete with a first-year wizard, and he is really shameless."

Pansy wasn't worried at all, Altaïr's strength was obvious to all, and everyone in the Duel Club knew it.

Senior Penelope, who is in the fourth grade, is not his opponent at all, even if Morobo is more powerful than Penelo, how much more powerful can he be?

Altaïr smiled and didn't speak, wondering if he had crippled Morobo, he would have announced in advance that the winner of the fifth year of the duel between the two schools belonged to Hogwarts...

The two left the lounge and came to the auditorium.

Hermione wasn't there, and she didn't know if she was in the library or something else.

Pansy was even happier and pulled Altaïr to sit down.

"How's the registration for the duel tournament going?"

Altaïr saw that many students were discussing this, so he asked Pansy.

Pansy thought for a moment and replied with some uncertainty:

"Now it is only known that the candidate for third year should be Senior Cedric of Hufflepuff... Although many people signed up, none of them were Cedric's opponents. "

Cedric is also a member of the Duel Club, the third year duel king, and if nothing else, it must be him who represents the third year.

Cedric, like Hermione 5.3, had a relatively late birthday, so the enrollment time was a year later, a year older than most of the young wizards in his class.

"What about fourth grade?"

"It's not clear... But Senior Penelope signed up, and Amos, Robert..."

Pansy counted her fingers and uttered a few names that Altaïr was unfamiliar with.

"But I think Senior Penelope might win because she learned a lot from you... Especially about Transfiguration. "

Altaïr felt that Pansy had a point, Penelo was originally the best student in the fourth year, and after training with Altaïr for several weeks, she should be able to represent the fourth year... Of course, provided that she can beat Kassandra, who may sign up...

"As for the fifth grade... Could it be Percy Weasley from Gryffindor? Or the Slytherin prefect Gama Farley... It's always one of them... If you defeat Morobo, you should help both of them...".