Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

After the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall left.

Hermione was going to the History of Magic in the afternoon, and Slytherin had no class, which meant that Artel was free in the afternoon.

After lunch, Hermione finally couldn't hold back, she pulled Artel's sleeve and shook it, begging coquettishly:

"Artel, you are not allowed to go to the school doctor's office in the afternoon, and you are not allowed to take care of Pansy..."

"I have something to do in the afternoon, how can I have time to pay attention to them..."

Artel has refined a hundred bottles of powerful orc potions during this time, and he intends to visit Warwick. During this time, it should gather a lot of werewolf descendants.

"Really? Hee..."

After receiving Artel's reply, Hermione's mood was much better, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

"Then I'm going to class."

"Well, let's have dinner together tonight."

Artel reached out and scratched Hermione's nose. Hermione didn't hide. After saying goodbye to him with a blushing face, she went to Sister Petil to go to class with her.

After Hermione left, Artel went to the basement.

After returning to the bedroom, Artel took out the Isil crystal and checked Warwick's location.

At this time, Warwick and his tribe were in the Cumbria Mountains in southern England. Artel observed that there are about 300 werewolf descendants in Warwick's tribe today.

He now has a hundred bottles of strong orc potion in his hand, although it is far from enough, it does not matter.

The earlier the potion is given to them, the stronger the Warwick tribe's ability to protect itself.

After some preparations, Artel put on the Lord of the Rings, and after leaving the lounge, he came to the screaming shack from the passage under the beating willow, and then used Apparition to disappear in place.

Cumbria Mountains.

Warwick and ten other wolf clan strong orcs are sitting around the bonfire. Two wild boars are roasting on the bonfire, surrounded by a few circles of wolf cubs who have not yet drank the potion. They are greedy. He sniffed the aroma in the air, and the saliva almost flowed all over the place.

After becoming strong orcs, Warwick's living habits also changed.

Originally eating raw meat, they changed to eating barbecued meat. Of course, this was because of the influence of the blood of the centaurs in the medicine.

"Suck it~"

Warwick, who was roasting the fire, twitched his nose twice. It stood up, and the other wolf clan strong orcs also stood up, their noses twitched, and finally looked in the same direction.

"Vigilance is good. 35

Artel's figure emerges from the void.

It was a strong orc who saw it was Artel, and they all knelt on the ground.

"Owner…"

Warwick bowed his head respectfully.

"You have done a good job. I am very satisfied that you have found so many werewolf descendants in a short period of time. 35

"It's my pleasure."

Warwick replied excitedly, he couldn't help wagging his tail, because Artel's compliment made him feel very happy and very happy.

After adapting to the changes brought about by the potion of the strong orcs, Warwick has become smarter and smarter. Sooner or later, the strong orcs of the wolf tribe can develop into an intelligent race like the horses.

Artel touched Warwick's head, walked to the bonfire and sat down, found a knife from the system space, cut a piece of barbecue and tasted it.

Because there is no seasoning, there is only the most original aroma of barbecue, but the meat is a bit woody, and Artel is not used to it.

"Tell me about what happened to you recently, have you encountered a wizard or something? 99

Artel glanced around and saw a white wolf cub, his eyes lit up, and he reached out to find it.

The wolf cub floated in the air, wailing in fear.

Its mother seemed to be beside her, baring her fangs at Artel, but Warwick glanced at it and immediately fell to the ground with a whimper.

Artel took the little white wolf in his arms and handed over the piece of meat he just cut.

The little wolf cub sniffed and snorted and ate.

Artel listened to Warwick's report while stroking the little white wolf's smooth fur.

After Warwick left the Forbidden Forest with his tribe, he traveled through several mountain ranges and, relying on his developed sense of smell, found two werewolf descendants.

These groups were created unconsciously by wizards with lycanthropy, and after decades of development, they became the size they are today.

Warwick killed the wolf king by force, subdued the two groups, and brought them all the way south to here.

Because Warwick and the others have always traveled through the mountains and forests, they have never encountered humans or wizards.

Fantastic Beasts did encounter a lot, but they were all killed by Warwick.

It should have become organic fertilizer by now.

"In the future, you should build a tribe here, and then send strong orcs out to continue looking for the descendants of werewolves, and expand the group as much as possible. In addition, I will also inquire about the places where werewolves haunted more. 35

"If you encounter wizards, don't contact them for the time being. When the time is right, I will let you show up in the wizarding world."

Artel put the little white wolf on the ground, took out a hundred bottles of refined potions and handed them over to Warwick.

He plans to wait for Warwick to build the tribe, and then bury the stele that he spent 300 plot points in exchange under the tribe's ground.

Then make up a story for their tribe to protect the baby from generation to generation, wait until the wolf clan strong orc contacts the wizarding world, and then spread the news, then this stone tablet will naturally appear in the vision of all wizards.

Warwick took the potion and knelt on the ground respectfully.

It was not until Artel left that Warwick stood up again. Eleven strong orcs began to select the strong wolf cubs in the clan to distribute potions. In just a short time, a hundred strong orcs were born, and the strength of the entire clan also happened. Earth-shaking changes.

When Artel returned to Hogwarts, only two hours had passed.

Hermione's class was not over yet. Although there was a Quidditch match outside, Artel was not interested. After thinking about it, Artel decided to go back to the dormitory.

But before he got to the basement, he saw an unexpected person.

Nagini.

She actually found it.

"Hermione said don't let me go to the infirmary, don't let me pay attention to Pansy...I didn't go to the infirmary and Nagini is not Pansy...so that's okay. 995

Artel muttered like a curse.

Nagini looked at him curiously and took the initiative to come up.

"Hi, your name is Artel, right?"

"That's right... Miss Nagini, do you have anything to do with me?

Artel didn't ask how Nagini knew he was here, because that would make him look stupid.

The answer is obvious.

...... Ask for flowers.....

Because Artel was sitting in Gryffindor's seat at dinner yesterday, besides Hermione, there were Neville and the others beside him. Nagini could get clues from Neville if he wanted to inquire about him.

Then, just wait for yourself at the entrance to the Slytherin lounge, which is the basement.

A lot of Slytherin's little wizards looked over, Artel didn't panic at all, because he knew that these little snakes would not go to Hermione to complain.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you.

Nagini smiled slightly, she hesitated, and asked:

"Student Artel, do you know a wizard named Saruman?

"know…"

Nagini's eyes lit up slightly, and then he heard Artel say:

"Saruman is the evil great wizard who attacked the Ministry of Magic in London on Christmas Eve, Minister Fudge said in the Daily Prophet, he was the dark wizard who spread terror..."

Artel chattered out the impressions of most wizards in the wizarding world about Saruman, Nagini's mouth twitched, she lightly stroked her broken hair, and said with a smile:

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"It turns out that...then it's okay, Artel, if you have any discomfort, you can come to the infirmary to find me, goodbye.

For that unknown reason, Nagini was full of affection for Artel, she smiled at Artel, turned and left the basement.

Artel looked at her back, thought for a moment, and continued walking towards the Slytherin lounge.

"He doesn't know his master, so where does my affinity for him come from? Could he be a bloodcursed orc too? No... Dumbledore seems to have mentioned this little guy, saying he was the most handsome Hogwarts ever. A gifted wizard..."

"Could he be Credence's child? Impossible... Credence is Dumbledore's relative. If this child is also, Dumbledore cannot possibly not know..."

Nagini feels a little strange, she has no relatives in this world, and her best friend Credence is gone. Now the only person who has a relationship with herself is Saruman who signed a soul contract.

So where does this damn intimacy come from?

Nagini can be sure that it is not ordinary intimacy, but an urge to treat the other person as a vital person, even willing to give everything.

"Alas, I can't contact the master now...it's annoying. 35

Nagini sighed.

"Newt and Tina are coming back tonight...I really don't know how to deal with them, although I didn't mean to deceive, but..."

The tangled Nagini returned to the school doctor's room, and was taken aback as soon as he came in.

There was a long queue in the school doctor's office.

"Thank goodness Nagini! You're finally back!"

Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Nagini and said:

"In the Quidditch match just now, all the batsmen were injured... Today's Quaffle is indeed a bit weird... Also, today a total of twelve boys fell out of the air due to the loss of control of their brooms while flying, Seven lads were injured in a fight..."

Madam Pomfrey looked at Nagini who had changed into her nurse uniform and said helplessly:

"All in all, the school doctor's office is busy now..."

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