Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Ministry of Magic.

Fudge stepped down from the carriage, and the wizard driving the carriage was visibly stunned when he saw him.

"Your Honor, you..."

"What's wrong?"

Fudge looked at him with a hint of doubt on his face.

"You look a little different... You seem to be a little younger. "

The wizard said with some curiosity, he really felt that Fudge seemed to be getting younger.

In addition, Fudge's temperament has also changed, and it seems to be more majestic...

"Really?"

Fudge was happy, and he thought it was the effect of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

The Supreme Ring can give the holder eternal life, so it seems that there is no problem in making him younger.

Of course, Fudge has not become younger, but because of the surge in mana, Fudge's physical state has changed.

Coupled with the joy of obtaining the Supreme Demon "Trinity Three" ring, Fudge's mental state became very good, and people were in good spirits at happy events, so his whole person looked young.

"Take that hobbit to the Department of Mysteries, find a separate room and keep him, and no one will be allowed to see him without my orders."

Fudge commanded and walked into the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

"Dolores, come with me."

Fudge called his henchman, Dolores. Umbridge was the man he trusted the most at the Ministry.

Although this woman has shortcomings of one kind or another, it has to be said that she is a woman who is very good at coercing her boss.

"Your Honor, what do you have to tell me... Oh my God, Lord Minister, you look so refreshed, as if you were a teenager younger! "

Umbridge was keenly aware of Fudge's changes, and she looked at Fudge in surprise, her eyes full of incredulity.

She was curious to know how Fudge had done it.

Deep down, Umbridge has always wanted to be young and beautiful, and she likes to wear girly ornaments and pink clothes.

The smile on Fudge's face grew even bigger, and Fudge was even happier to hear Umbridge say this.

"Okay, let's get down to business... Go to the Law Enforcement Division to help me get a bottle of Spitter, remember, don't let anyone know. "

Fudge's deep voice made Umbridge realize something, and she was a little surprised, because this was the first time Fudge had done such a thing.

Even the Minister of Magic cannot illegally use the Spitter, and once it is known by others, it may be used by others and become a weapon for opponents.

Fudge had never done such a dangerous thing before.

Because he was afraid of being ousted for doing something wrong, Fudge simply did nothing, did not do good things, did not do bad things, and carried out this line of inaction to the end...

What's wrong with this today?

"Registration is required for the use of the vomit, I..."

Umbridge said tentatively, but before she could finish her words, Fudge interrupted her, he looked at Umbridge, smiled, and said:

"The wizard in charge of the drug registration, isn't he your friend?"

Umbridge's heart jumped, she smiled timidly and nodded:

"Okay... I see..."

"Hmm... When you understand it, do it, and make a list of the staff who want to turn to me. "

"In addition, give me a list of the Ministry of Magic staff, who have good relations with old Barty, Amelia, and Scrimgeour as well..."

Fudge said, tapping his finger on the table and saying:

"Find a way to gather some information about them... In addition, I informed the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet that I would like to see him tomorrow afternoon. "

After Fudge finished dividing, Umbridge was completely stunned.

She deeply felt the changes in Fudge, the previous Fudge, very kind, a little weak...

It was almost completely different from Fudge now. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"What the hell is going on? Didn't he go to Hogwarts? "

Umbridge thought silently, she felt that Fudge had suddenly become younger, and there seemed to be some secret hidden in the change in attitude towards the Ministry.

"Aren't you going soon?"

Fudge frowned and snorted coldly.

"Yes!"

Umbridge was startled, didn't have time to think about it, and left the office.

......

"Henry. Baggins' memories are all made up by me using the power of the Supreme Ring, even if it is a retraction, or the use of the vomit, there will be no problems. "

"His identity is Bilbo. Baggins' nephew, who inherited the ring from his uncle, was brought to the Forbidden Forest by a special force as a border guard in the northern region of the Shire..."

In the Slytherin dormitory, Altaïr lay in bed and began to review the events of the day.

He made the ring just casually, and even because it couldn't make people invisible, it could only be regarded as a semi-finished product.

It was almost impossible to deceive wizards like Dumbledore or Snape, but coincidentally, God sent Fudge to him.

This ring can definitely help Altaïr control Fudge.

Altaïr remembered that Fudge had been the Minister of Magic before Voldemort's resurrection, and now that Voldemort would not be resurrected, Fudge might be able to be Minister for longer.

This also means that he can control the Ministry of Magic through Fudge.

Although it is of little use now, when Sauron is summoned, the two worlds merge, and Sauron's army appears, the Ministry of Magic can play a much greater role.

"Speaking of Voldemort, I don't know how Quirrell has been like this during this time, it seems that there has been no news of him for a long time... He is also a fan of "me", and he will not let Voldemort die. "

Altaïr took out the Ihir spar and thought about Quirrell, and soon, a picture appeared on the spar.

"Is this Quirrell?"

After seeing the contents of the spar clearly, Altaïr smiled dumbly.

Today, Quirrell, ragged and unkempt, is struggling through a forest.

Behind his head, Voldemort's ugly face was revealed.

At this time, Voldemort was saying something angrily, while Quirrell was only promised, listening with a look of grievance, and did not dare to refute it. 2.7

"Looks like you're still looking for unicorns... Quirrell suffered, although he saved a life, but it is better to die. "

Speaking of which, Quirrell, as an excellent graduate of Hogwarts, can serve as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and his future prospects are limitless.

As a result, he met Voldemort, and his fate has been ill-fated ever since.

"Voldemort... It will be useful in the future, but looking at his appearance, he can't die in a short time, so let's do it first. "

Altaïr was about to turn off the Ihir spar, but his movements suddenly froze, and he looked at the spar with a surprised look on his face.

I saw that in front of Quirrell, a black fog suddenly appeared, and then the Angmar Witch King, who was riding a black demon horse, walked out of the black fog!

"The Witch King of Angmar... His injuries healed so soon? Even got another demon horse?! "

"He actually found Voldemort... Is this a plan to join forces? "。