Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

After the quill pen wrote the last word, it slowly landed on the table next to it, and then the ink on the parchment began to dry up, and finally turned into a very old and dilapidated look.

Artel picked up the parchment, checked it, made sure there was nothing missing, and put it in the system space.

This parchment does not introduce any special creatures and magic, but it records the composition and purpose of the members of the Fellowship of the Ring expedition in detail, which is equivalent to the general outline.

Tomorrow night, Harry Potter, who went to the forbidden area to look for Nicole May's deeds, will find this parchment by accident. After escaping from the library, he will be found by Professor Snape, and the parchment will be confiscated.

"The script has been written, just waiting for the actors to be in place.

Artel snapped his fingers, and Sophia came in from outside the door.

"Master Artel? What are your orders? 99

"It's nothing, give me a glass of hot milk, I want to rest, don't bother me after that, if you want to go out for a walk, just go.

Artel plans to go to the Ministry of Magic in London soon, Saruman's character design still needs to be established, and tonight on Christmas Eve, the giant oak has to be released to be happy.

"Okay! Thank you, Master.""

Sophia happily agreed. This is the first time Sophia has gone abroad, because Michael and Jimmy went to the midnight mass, and the servants they brought along went out to play, only Sophia stayed here. .

Now that she can go out to play by herself, Sophia is of course happy.

After five minutes, Sophia brought Artel a glass of hot milk. After watching Artel drink it, she changed his pajamas for him, turned off the light for him, and left.

Artel opened his eyes five minutes after Sophia had left.

Putting on a set of wizard robes, Artel left a little magic in the house, and then put on the ring of air, performed polymorphism, and Saruman with long gray hair and a scepter reappeared in Halibo special world.

"Snapped!"

The scepter in Artel's hand paused lightly, and he used an Apparition. The next second, Artel came to the outside of the Ministry of Magic in London.

The reason why I didn't go to the Swiss Ministry of Magic was mainly because I was apparently traveling in Switzerland.

Although the probability of others linking Saruman to himself is very small, in order to avoid the situation where he appears and where Saruman appears, Artel chooses to spend more mana and teleport himself to London.

The headquarters of the British Ministry of Magic is located in the basement of Whitehall in central London. Artel has only heard of it, but has never been there. He remembers that there are two ways to enter the Ministry of Magic. The normal staff access is to take the fireplace through the Floo network. Visitors come through a red, dilapidated phone booth.

After the Ministry of Magic was taken over by Voldemort, the Floo network was discontinued, and employees had to flush themselves to the Ministry of Magic with flush toilets.

However, Artel, who can already Apparate, certainly won't be so troublesome. He looked at the lively city center, and in the next second, Artel came to the hall of the Ministry of Magic in the basement of Whitehall.

Since it was Christmas Eve, the Ministry of Magic was basically empty, and the reception was empty.

The hall was warm, though, with fires burning in the rows of fireplaces on either side, a golden fountain gushing from the statue of the Magic Brothers in the center, and Christmas decorations everywhere.

Artel took a look, and in front of the security checkpoint on the left side of the main hall, he saw an unshaven guard on duty wearing a peacock blue robe.

The security checkpoints at the Ministry of Magic have special magic powers to conduct security checks on visiting visitors, and guards will register visitors' wands.

Eric Munch, who was on the night shift, apparently did not expect anyone to visit the Ministry of Magic on Christmas Eve night. He straightened up and motioned for Artel to come over for security.

Artel walked over calmly and stopped in front of the security checkpoint.

"Hello.

The old and steady voice made Munch, who was sleepy, wake up instantly. He glanced at the old wizard in front of him, and confirmed that he had never seen this person, let alone the leader of the Ministry of Magic, so he said:

"It's off-duty time now, if you have anything to register, someone will contact you on the working day..."

"Don't bother, I'm just here to pick up a friend.

Artel interrupted Munch. He glanced at the Ministry of Magic and saw no patrollers. Do the Ministry of Magic believe that only one guard can ensure the safety of this place?

Or are there other guards on other floors?

However, when he thought of the scene in the Order of the Phoenix where Harry came to the Ministry of Magic to find the Prophecy Ball and fought with Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, Artel felt that even if there were other guards, it might not be useful.

"Pick up friends? At this time, except for the guards on duty, everyone else has left..."

Munch was stunned for a moment, then asked again:

"Which department is your friend from?

"Well, he's not a clerk at the Ministry of Magic, he's just a poor hobbit who was accidentally thrown into Azkaban and brought here..."

Artel spoke slowly, and Munch's face changed slowly after listening.

Some time ago, the news of someone breaking into Azkaban caused a lot of uproar, and of course he knew it.

Later, I heard that the guy was insane tormented by that mad woman in Slatrange, and the Ministry of Magic in London took a lot of work to get the person to be secretly imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic with the consent of the International Confederation of Wizards.

The great Dumbledore is said to have visited in person.

Now the old wizard in front of him says, that guy is his friend?

Hobbit?

Is that thing human?

Munch looked at Artel cautiously, he had already realized that Artel was not a good person.

Artel watched the face of the guard on duty in front of him change several times, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice:

"So, can you let me meet my friend?"

"Sorry, your friend is currently in a state of no visitation. If you want to see him, please wait until the working day to register again. This matter is now under the jurisdiction of the Department of Mysteries...

Munch didn't finish his words, because he saw the old wizard opposite him raising his scepter.

"What are you going to do?

Munch was holding his wand and staring at Artel, and if he did something wrong, he would release magic without hesitation.

"You are now acting on suspicion of trespassing at the Ministry of Magic, attempting to injure Ministry of Magic officers, put down your wand, immediately, immediately!"

Munch snarled, Artel grinned.

The scepter in his hand paused on the ground, and an old voice sounded in Munch's ear:

"Don't be so nervous, little guy, I'm just here to see my friends, and since it's inconvenient now, that's fine, but tonight is Christmas Eve, and since I'm here, I'll always give some presents. 39

Artel looked at the gleaming dark wood floors and the peacock blue ceiling in the golden hall, and said:

"The atmosphere of Christmas is still a little worse, so let me give you a Christmas tree.

The wand in Artel's hand made a humming sound, and Munch felt that something was wrong and shouted:

"What are you doing? Stop... oh! Merlin's beard, what is this?""

A white layer appeared on Artel's body. He cast a light shield spell on himself, and then through the system, he cast the giant oak at his side.

As an Ente, the giant rafter is five meters tall, with a human face and a tree body, and his tan eyes flash with dark green light from time to time, and he seems to have a vague feeling of brutal anger.

Munch had never seen such a creature, but he had no doubts about its destructive power.

"Merry Christmas.

Artel said to the stunned Munch, then pointed the scepter to the magic brother sculpture in the center of the hall, the power of the Ring of Air was activated, and Artel used magic to leave a line on it.

[Merry Christmas to the Ministry of Magic in London - Saruman of the White Council]

After doing this, Artel smiled at Munch, and then the figure disappeared. Munch only reacted at this time, and quickly pressed the emergency alarm under the inspection table.

At this time, the giant oak also completely woke up.

It stayed in Artel's system space for so long, and its head was a little muddled, and it wasn't until it breathed fresh air that it woke up a little bit.

Of course, this fresh air is also relative to the closed environment of the system space.

It is definitely incomparable to the air of Fagon Forest.

The giant oak opened his eyes, and the splendid halls of the Ministry of Magic made it very uncomfortable, and the burning fireplace around it made it inexplicably angry.

"This is not Falgon Forest... Where is this?"

There was a hint of doubt in the voice of the giant oak, its face full of bark folds moved, and it saw Munch, who was cautiously guarding the side.

"Humanity?"

The voice of the giant oak was whispering like a terrifying giant.

"It's your conspiracy again! Send me back to Fagon Forest, this place... stinks!! 35

The giant oak roared loudly, its eyes flashed a green light, and the two arms wrapped around the branches were raised high and slammed into the security check in front of Munch.

In just an instant, the poor security checkpoint turned into a mass of scum.

"damn it!"

Munch cast an armor on himself, and the terrifying aftermath shook him out. He coughed twice and held up his wand, but he didn't dare to cast a spell on the giant oak.

He was afraid to provoke the terrifying fellow.

Now alone, Munch has no intention of dedicating his life to the Ministry of Magic, especially on a wonderful night like 4.1 Christmas Eve.

At this time, the guards patrolling other floors also came to the hall because of the emergency alarm, and saw the giant rafters that were being destroyed everywhere. Everyone's expressions changed from anger to confusion, and from confusion to panic.

"Merlin's..."

"Notify the director and the minister!"

"Go and contact the Auror office!

Several guards on duty shouted, but no one dared to step forward. One of the guards dared to cast a fire-making spell on the giant oak, setting a small flame on the head of the giant rafter.

"Fire? 95

The giant rafter paused for a moment, and then the branches and leaves all over his body quivered.

"Damn flames! Damn humans!!

The giant oak let out a roar that shook the sky, and the two arms waved like whips. The decorations in the hall, the walls, and everything that the giant oak touched were turned into pieces in an instant.

And the guard who cast the fire-making spell was also targeted by the giant oak. Seeing this behemoth rushing towards him, the guard was immediately frightened.

"Super armor protection!

At the last critical moment, the guard only heard a voice coming from his ear, and then his eyes turned into a white patch, followed by a sharp pain, and the guard flew out and fell unconscious on the ground.