Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Can a little wizard of the first grade really kill the basilisk?

A Slytherin could even draw the Sword of Gryffindor?

Kassandra could hear their adoration and admiration for Altaïr from the words of the young wizards around her.

Are there really such people?

"It's good to be back at Hogwarts, otherwise I would have missed such an interesting thing!"

"I want to know everything about him!"

The corners of Kassandra's mouth ticked, and it could be seen that she was interested in everything Altaïr.

"Look, that's not what I said!"

Morobo said proudly, seeing Kassandra looking at Altaïr blankly, Morobo felt a surge of anger ~ in his heart.

He stood up and shouted:

"Since Altaïr is also here, then we might as well explain that I don't believe you can kill the basilisk, and if you admit that it's a scam, that's it... If you don't admit it, I'd like to talk to you to see what you can do to kill the basilisk! "

"Eating melons has come to oneself."

Altaïr was watching the play, and suddenly everyone's eyes were on him, which made him uncomfortable.

How comfortable it is to watch two beautiful girls quarrel.

"Hit him! Altaïr, teach him a hard lesson!! "

Hermione's slightly excited voice came from the side, and Altaïr stood up gently, looked at Morobo, and spoke:

"Although it is a bit rude, I still have to ask you..."

"Duel with me... Are you ready to live the consequences of failure? "

Kassandra's eyes lit up, and Altaïr's words revealed a strong confidence, and the attitude that did not put Morobo in her eyes at all was very appetizing to her.

"Born into an aristocracy, and gifted... It seems that this Altaïr and I are the same people..."

Kassandra was the audience at this time, and she sat on the chair and showed a lively expression.

Amber sighed helplessly and also took a few steps back, expressing his dissatisfaction with Morobo.

At this time, Morobo was already in a state where the arrow was on the string and had to be sent.

But he's not worried, because he thinks he has first-hand information.

Draco. Malfoy, Altaïr's roommate, told himself that Altaïr had just picked up a cheap lucky one.

The basilisk had actually been controlled by the professors, and the most lethal eyes were blinded by Snape's spell, but Dumbledore was not there, no one could pull out the Sword of Gryffindor, and Altaïr happened to be the lucky one.

His deeds are fake, boasted by the little witches who like Altaïr when they spread.

As for whether Malfoy would lie to himself?

Morobo thought it was unlikely, the Malfoys were one of the most famous British pure-blood families, and wizards almost all knew that they were extreme pure-bloodists, looking down on half-bloods, and even more so on Muggle wizards.

And after his inquiry, Altaïr was a Muggle wizard, and Malfoy and his relationship was definitely not good!

Coupled with the fact that Altaïr was not in Slytherin for dinner, it made him believe that Altaïr was ostracized by Malfoy in the house and dormitory...

Therefore, this duel, I will definitely destroy the decay to solve you!

Let everyone see that you are nothing more than a boasted hero!

Morobo sneered and asked rhetorically:

"Are you ready to bear the consequences of my lies being exposed by me?"

"In that case, then I accept."

Altaïr nodded, and something around him let out a wow-wow scream.

On the professor's side, Professor McGonagall and the others also heard the movement and walked over.

"What happened?"

Seeing Morobo and Altaïr confronting, Professor McGonagall's face showed a hint of displeasure.

However, these little wizards of Ifamouni are guests after all, and she is not good to say anything, especially since the two professors of their school are still drinking at Hogsmeade...

"That's right..."

A little Slytherin wizard explained to Professor McGonagall.

Professor Olivia was a little surprised to hear this, she didn't expect the relationship between Ifamouni and Hogwarts to become so bad.

It seems that the death of the principal really had a great impact on the Ifamouni School.

A fifth-grader even bullies a first-grader... (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"How can this be?"

Professor McGonagall's face was ugly, and she stood in the middle of Morobo and Altaïr.

They knew best about killing the basilisk, and Altaïr was indeed crucial, whether it was his use of Transfiguration to cover the basilisk's eyes, or finally pulling out the Sword of Gryffindor and cutting off the head of the basilisk...

It can be said that without Altaïr, the battle in the evening would definitely be more fierce.

However, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape also knew that the basilisk had indeed been bound to the ground by the chains conjured by the two of them using Transfiguration.

Altaïr did not exhibit any other powers such as spells other than the Transfiguration and the drawing of the Sword of Gryffindor.

Although everyone knows that Altaïr is a genius and has great talent in transfiguration and dueling, he is only eleven years old!

The growth of wizard magic does not depend on talent, but on time...

"As the Dean of Altaïr, I do not agree with the duel between the two of you..."

Snape said in a deep voice, he looked at Morobo indifferently, and said:

"Wait for next Saturday, our school will naturally select a fifth-grade little wizard, a fairer and more just duel!"

"I know, there's no need to play!"

Morobo shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he could not refuse the Hogwarts professors' arrangement.

"But please don't brag about a first-year wizard killing the basilisk in the future, it spreads, I don't know how powerful the wizards of Hogwarts are!"

"The first grade can kill the basilisk, but can the seventh grade kill Saruman? Hahaha! After graduation, I am afraid that you can directly pinch the Angmar Witch King to death! "

"Your school is so powerful, why don't you fight Sauron? Well? "

Morobo's words made Snape's face gloomy, and he squinted, thinking about whether to teach this guy a lesson that no one in sight.

"Nixon! Shut your mouth! "

Amber whispered, that Tim in sixth grade. Burton also looked at him, looking a little indifferent.

Morobo knew that he was a little too much, stopped talking, pouted, showed a smug look, turned his head and walked towards the door of the auditorium.

Kassandra hated the root of her teeth, and vowed in her heart to sign up, qualify for the fourth grade competition, and then find a way to participate in the fifth grade competition, and then beat this guy into a pig's head.

But as soon as Morobo took a step, Altaïr's voice rang out.

"Stop!"

Everyone looked at Altaïr, who unhurriedly straightened his wizard's robe and pulled out his wand.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, thank you for your kindness... But trust me. "

Altaïr walked to the aisle between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables and looked at Morobo.

"Come on, you don't have to go to any duel stage, it's here!"

"Ten seconds after the duel starts, if you are still standing, count me as losing!"