Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

On the other side, Artel and the Shelby family enjoyed a perfect Christmas family dinner, after which his two uncles and aunts went to a celebrity party hosted by one of the city's business tycoons.

Artel didn't know what business the Shelby family had with these Swiss business tycoons, but looking at Michael and Jimmy, they obviously knew some Swiss friends, so Artel didn't care.

And just like that, after an afternoon in Geneva, Artel returned to the hotel.

Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Artel told Sophia not to disturb him, then closed the door tightly and took out the Isil spar.

Tonight, Artel plans to infiltrate Hogwarts.

He had a play to watch and a play to do, which Artel had been looking forward to for a long time.

It's ten o'clock in the evening.

The picture inside the Isil spar flashed, and when he saw Harry and Ron returning to the dormitory to go to sleep, Artel's mouth curled into a smile.

The next moment, his figure completely disappeared from the hotel room.

Hogsmeade.

This is a pure wizarding village near Hogwarts, Artel transformed into Saruman appeared in Hog-Maud Square.

Although there was a blizzard outside, Hogsmeade had a very strong Christmas atmosphere, wizards were everywhere, and some people saw Artel and politely said hello.

Although they didn't know the old man, on such a happy day, no one would be stingy with their kindness.

Artel smiled back at those who greeted him.

Artel glanced at it. The Three Broomsticks Bar and the Pig's Head Bar on the corner were the most lively. The noisy voice came from afar. Artel leaned on a scepter and walked step by step towards the Honey Duke Candy Store.

No one noticed that Artel's figure suddenly disappeared under the snowstorm, leaving only a series of footprints drifting away.

There are not many customers in the candy store. During the day, it is crowded with customers, and it is difficult to move. But at night, there are only some children running around the store.

There was upbeat music in the store, a child was chewing Bubble Super Bubble Gum, making the room full of bluebell-colored bubbles, Artel walked into the store while the children were going in and out, and went straight to the store. Came outside the cellar.

The shopkeepers, Mr. and Mrs. Froome, were chatting happily with the children, and unaware that someone had entered, Artel gently opened the cellar door, followed the ladder to the bottom, and found it among a pile of crates and wooden boxes. Block the trapdoor to Hogwarts.

"not bad."

Seeing that it was exactly the same as what he had imagined, Artel smiled silently, opened the trapdoor, and revealed a 200-step stone staircase leading directly to the ground.

After passing through the stone stairs, there was a winding, tortuous dirt passage. Artel went around for ten minutes, and then encountered an upward stone staircase. After passing through this stone staircase, Artel finally came to Hogwarts.

The exit is the hunchbacked one-eyed witch statue on the third floor of Hogwarts.

Artel took out the Marauder's map that he had obtained from the Weasleys and opened it with a spell, and found that Harry's name was moving towards the seventh floor.

"Is it out yet? There's still time."

Artel put away the Marauder's map, went directly to the forbidden book area on the fifth floor, put the parchment in a forbidden book, and waited quietly.

After about ten minutes, footsteps came from the entrance of the forbidden area.

Artel looked in the direction of the sound, and found an oil lamp floating in the air, slowly moving inward.

Soon, Harry appeared in front of Artel. Perhaps it was inconvenient to read a book while wearing a cloak and holding an oil lamp. Harry took off the cloak and rummaged in the forbidden books area.

Artel raised his right hand and waved lightly, and the forbidden book containing the parchment suddenly trembled. Harry, who was not far away, was startled and turned around sharply holding the oil lamp.

Seeing Harry's terrified face, Artel twitched the corners of his mouth, and he gently stretched out his hand, leaving a magic mark on Harry's body.

Having been caught on both night tours, Harry can be said to be frightened now, and he knows that if he gets caught again, it will be miserable.

"Looks like there's something."

Harry looked around and saw no one, he was relieved, a little bolder, and walked over slowly.

Holding the oil lamp and looking around, I still found the book with the parchment on it.

"This is…"

Harry opened the book, pulled out the parchment, and just glanced at it when he heard a terrifying roar from the book, and a ghost-like thing wanted to rush out of the book, frightened. He directly smashed the oil lamp, and the entire forbidden area fell into darkness again.

"Who's over there?"

Filch, who was in charge of the patrol, happened to reach the fifth floor, and when he heard the sound, he rushed over quickly.

Before Harry had time to think about it, he slammed the book shut, grabbed the parchment, and put on the invisibility cloak.

Artel could clearly perceive Harry's position through the magic marker. When Filch was checking the forbidden area, Harry quietly left here, and Artel followed behind Harry.

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, they heard Snape's indifferent voice coming from the darkness of the corner.

"You don't think of me as your enemy, Quirrell..."

"You...why...are you looking for me?"

Professor Quirrell's voice was intermittent, with a trace of grievance, a trace of fear, like an air bag.

"You know very well that you should..."

Snape said this, suddenly stopped his voice, and looked at his side as if aware of it.

Harry had just come to that position.

"It's here! It's finally here!"

Artel quietly walked behind Harry, ready to help Snape at a critical moment.

Snape looked at the empty corridor suspiciously, and his intuition told him that something was here, especially when he thought of all the weird things that happened in Hogwarts some time ago, Snape was even more sensitive, he believed himself intuition is correct.

He slowly stretched out his hand forward, his fingers spread out, slowly but extremely firm.

Quirrell on the side looked at Snape dumbfounded, and his inner drama was very rich.

He knew what Snape was looking for, this guy must have found his legs and was going to beat him up, but what did that mean now?

What are you playing with yourself?

I'll just quietly watch what Snape is doing!

At the moment, Harry was covering his mouth in horror, slowly and carefully stepping back.

He didn't expect that Snape's vigilance was so high that he could vaguely perceive himself wearing the invisibility cloak.

But just when Harry thought he could escape, for some reason, an inexplicable force suddenly came from behind him.

"Is there no wall behind it?

Without waiting for Harry to think, Harry took a staggered step forward under that power.

Snape jolted violently, and he felt himself grabbing something.

·For flowers·

"Bring it to you!"

Under Artel's inner voice, Snape jerked his hand back.

The invisibility cloak was ripped off by Snape.

Harry, with the parchment in his hand, appeared in front of Snape and Quirrell.

"Oh! Oh... it's Harry?"

Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Quirrell was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to swear, but thinking of his identity and Snape still by his side, he could only hold back abruptly.

Snape was also at a loss now.

He didn't expect that with such a simple grab, he caught a Harry Potter.

Is this guy just standing there waiting for him to rip off his invisibility cloak?

It really sounds like...

Fantastic.

There was a sneer at the corner of Snape's mouth, but thinking that there was a guy like Quirrell standing in the way, Snape withdrew his smile, turned his head, and looked at Quirrell coldly:

"Professor Quirrell, it looks like our conversation is going to be delayed, we'll talk another day... when you've decided who you want to be loyal to!"

"Um...this...okay."

Quirrell stared at the invisibility cloak in Snape's hand and replied somewhat unwillingly.

If he had this thing, he could easily steal the Philosopher's Stone and complete the task given to him by Voldemort, but Quirrell didn't have the courage to face Snape, he knew that he would not be Snape's opponent.

Snape followed Quirrell's gaze and glanced at the invisibility cloak in his hand. A look of disgust flashed in his eyes. This was James Potter's thing. He originally thought it had been lost, but he didn't expect it to arrive. Harry's hand.

It must have been given to him by Dumbledore.

"Well, then I'll go first.

Quirrell turned his head and left. Snape looked at Harry who was still in a daze, and sneered:

"Harry Potter, this is the third time you've been caught on a night tour! You're so persevering! How stupid!"

He raised the invisibility cloak in his hand and continued:

"Your father relied on this thing, and Yeyou was never caught, but it's a pity that you didn't inherit his "intelligence"!"9

Harry took a deep breath and calmed his excitement.

He ignored Snape's cynicism, and looked back at the empty corridor. Harry didn't understand, it seemed that someone really pushed him from behind.

If I knew this earlier, I should have just run straight away!

Anyway, he was wearing an invisibility cloak, even if Snape noticed someone, he couldn't know it was him.

Well now, I was directly caught by Snape, and I still don't know how to punish myself.

Just when Harry was secretly annoyed and wanted to slap himself twice, Snape continued:

"Now go to the office with me! I think we should have a good chat!"

With Snape's hands behind his back, Tsundere turned around and walked towards the basement. Harry pursed his lips and followed with a hopeless expression.

"Professor Snape? Look at me in the forbidden area... oh, have you caught this little guy?"

Filch came up with a broken oil lamp and smiled maliciously when he saw Harry following behind Snape.

"Harry Potter, it's you again! I'll see if you dare to run around in the future!

Harry looked up at him and said nothing.

Filch snorted twice, happily hugged his cat and went to inspect other floors up the mountain.