Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

The next day is Sunday.

Young wizards above the third grade can play in Hogsmeade, so the school will be a bit quieter than usual.

After breakfast, Artel and Hermione left the castle and walked aimlessly by the Black Lake.

Not far away, there are some senior wizard couples holding hands, behaving intimately, occasionally approaching their heads and whispering, and then chasing and fighting.

Hermione looked at them, pursed her lips, and glanced at Artel.

"What's wrong?"

Artel didn't know why, but felt that Hermione's expression seemed somewhat resentful.

"It's okay...I just want to grow up quickly.

Hermione whispered, she stopped by the lake, and looked at the sparkling golden lake.

Artel stood beside her, didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

I have to say that Hermione's profile is really good-looking, and her long golden brown hair is messy in the wind, which makes people feel an inexplicable desire for protection.

"I think I'm crazy."

Artel thought silently in his heart, he turned his head, also looked at the silent Black Lake, and asked:

"You don't seem to be in a high mood. I found out when I was eating. What happened?"

"I…"

Hermione opened her mouth hesitantly, sighed, and decided to tell the truth, she turned around and looked at Artel seriously:

"I heard from Lavender that she gave you a wizard's robe for Christmas, and you liked it..."

"Um?"

Artest looked at Hermione suspiciously, and then understood.

It must be that little bitch of Lavender Brown who said something in front of Hermione. This woman loves to confuse right and wrong, and he has never spoken to her.

But then Artel reacted, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

"what are you laughing at?

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Hermione pretended to look at Artel fiercely, but her eyes clearly showed her guilty conscience at the moment.

"Hermione, are you... jealous? 35

Artel looked at her playfully, Hermione's face turned red, she didn't dare to look at Artel, and turned around quickly.

"I didn't...you haven't answered my question yet!"

"Alright alright."

Artel smiled, and he changed his voice and asked:

"Did that roommate of yours tell you that? I love her gift?

"Well... she didn't say it herself, but that's what she meant..."

Hermione thought for a while, and answered unnaturally.

Artel understood that Lavender Brown must have said something ambiguous that misunderstood Hermione, saying that it was a trick that green tea mastered, but she didn't expect to learn it by herself when she was only eleven years old.

"She's not entirely right... To be precise, it should be that Artel's dog Charlie likes the Christmas present she gave her. Of course, to simplify it, it's okay to say that Artel likes it."

Hearing Artel say this, Hermione burst out laughing, she tapped Artel's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile:

"You're so annoying, how can you be so joking.

"I'm not kidding, don't you remember? At Shelby Manor, we went to feed Charlie, the Doberman pinscher, and he had two blankets in his den, one of which was a wizard robe from Miss Brown. …”

"Ah this..."

Now it was Hermione's turn to be surprised, and she recalled it carefully, as if it had happened.

There were indeed two brand-new blankets in Charlie's kennel. At that time, she felt that the style was a little familiar. Now that she thought about it, wasn't it the wizard's robe after cutting it?

"You actually took her present..."

Hermione looked at Artel oddly, but laughed immediately.

"That's a good idea, but why two?

"The other one is also a wizard's robe, sent by Pansy Parkinson, maybe I want to apologize to me, but unfortunately, I don't wear the clothes sent by other girls..."

Artel winked at Hermione and whispered:

"Except yours."

"Hum. 35

Hermione snorted softly, with a faint smile on her face, her whole person was much brighter, much better than when she ate.

"I don't give anything that others have given me."

Hermione gave Artel a delighted look, pulled his sleeve, and walked in the direction of the castle.

"This is going back? 35

"Otherwise, it's so cold outside, why don't you go to the library to read!

Hermione answered naturally.

Artel understood, it seemed that Hermione couldn't read the book because of Lavender's preoccupation with the gift.

"So I've become a tool man.

Artel let out a helpless laugh, and he reached out and stroked Hermione's hair dotingly.

"Hey! Messed up my hair!"

Hermione snorted, but didn't stop her, dragged Artel into the castle, and as soon as she came in, she saw Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, good morning!

"Oh! Good morning, Artel, Hermione...Did you just get back from outside?"

Professor McGonagall was accustomed to the situation of two people going in and out, and she thought that Artel and Hermione were good children, so there should be no major problems.

"Yes Professor, are you going out?"

"Well...I'm going to see a friend in Hogsmeade and have a nice weekend."

Mag nodded with a smile and left the castle.

Artel thoughtfully watched Professor McGonagall leave. What old friend did she go to see? Maybe it was the Order of the Phoenix?

However, Artel didn't think much about it, at this stage, no matter what the Order of the Phoenix did, it wouldn't affect him.

"Am I going to the library?"

Going upstairs, Hermione suddenly felt a little reluctant. She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and said with a blushing face:

"Would you like me to accompany you again?"

"Accompany me? What do you do with me?"

Artel put his face close, Hermione held her breath, didn't say a word for a long time, then stomped her feet shyly, (cgeb) gave Artel a white look.

"Have lunch with you! Humph! I'll go first!"

Hermione turned and went to the library, no matter how Artel looked at her, she felt like she was running away.

"Waiting for you in the Great Hall at noon!

Artel shouted, and the other little wizards on the floor looked at him. Artel glanced at them and smiled apologetically.

A professor not far away saw it and nodded with satisfaction.

"The principal said well, Artel is such a polite and good boy..."

With more than three hours to go before lunch, Artel plans to go back to his bedroom.

As soon as she walked to the basement, she saw Pansy at the entrance of the stairs, leaning against the wall on one side, as if waiting for someone.

Seeing Artel, Pansy's expression changed a bit, and he said as if he didn't care:

"Yo, the genius of Slytherin, is this the little girlfriend who just finished with your Lion House?"

Artel ignored her and walked over without looking away.

"Hey!

Pansy stomped angrily and chased after him.

"Aren't you the most polite? I'm talking to you!"

Artel stopped and looked at Pansy with a scrutiny in his eyes.

Pansy was a little guilty when she saw it, and said biting herself:

"You, what are you doing? Why are you looking at me like this?

"Just say it well, what are you doing yin and yang? Don't use your pure blood supremacy theory on me, Miss Parkinson, I warned you. Don't provoke me again!"

Pansy's eyes were a little red when she heard this, and she felt a little wronged, but she still explained:

"That's not what I meant... At that time, I was wrong about that, and I apologized to you... I thought we could be friends, I, I even gave you a Christmas present!""

"If you feel wronged, I think these can be deducted from your gift!

Artel put his hand into the wizard's robe, and then took out a bag of gold Galleons from the system space, which looked like two hundred, which was equivalent to the wizard's robe sent by Pansy.

He threw the bag to Pansy and said:

"Miss Parkinson, don't make your own decisions in the future, it will cause trouble to others. After all, there seems to be no relationship between us. If you want to be friends with me, first change your attitude of superiority!"5

Pansy didn't speak, she held the bag tightly, her fingers turning white.

high up?

I'm humble enough...

Don't you see how I feel about other half-bloods and Muggle wizards? I don't even bother to look at them!

Pansy was silent, and Artel turned to leave.

Seeing that Artel was about to leave, Pansy gritted her teeth and shouted:

"I don't understand how I'm worse than her! I can do what she can! I can do what she can't!

Artel's footsteps didn't stop at all, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

On the other hand, other students passing by in the basement looked at Pan Xi in surprise, but didn't quite understand what she meant.

"Look at what?!"

Pansy glared at those people, glanced at the Jin Galleon bag in his hand, and clenched his fists.

"Wait! You'll know, I'm better than that mud... I'm so much better than that Muggle wizard!

Pansy muttered and turned away from the basement.

She's going to the library to read, what Hermione can do, she can do, it's not just talking,

"Psychopath, isn't it? 99

"Hermione, you can touch porcelain? How are you worse than her? Your eyes are out of breath? Where does the confidence come from!

Artel was in a hurry, and if Pansy got caught up in it, something might happen in the future.

Malfoy couldn't even look at that girl, how could he look at her.

Of course, Pansy is actually quite beautiful, but her character is too bad. Because she was born in the 28th pure-blood family, she was instilled by her parents with the concept of pure-blood supremacy since she was a child, so she has a domineering and arrogant personality. .

Artel annoys such people the most.

After entering the Slytherin lounge, Artel breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the crazy woman hadn't followed.

After nodding with several seniors in the lounge, Artel returned to his dormitory.

Only Goyle was in the bedroom, and he was fighting a lot of desserts at this time.

Malfoy and Crabbe didn't know what to do.

(520 today, I wish all readers a happy life! Harvest sweet love!).