Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Sauron is a demon king ten thousand times more terrifying than Voldemort, he has been immortal, dormant for tens of thousands of years, and waiting to return.

And Altaïr will also create momentum for him, cannibals, strong orcs, flame demons, and ringing spirits.

In short, when Sauron is summoned by him, the wizarding world will find out that Voldemort is actually just a small character, and Harry Potter is not a savior.

And at this time, Altaïr appeared.

"Fame, power, and power are all there, and the main line of the supreme road is perfectly completed!"

Altaïr smiled, put away the quaint and mysterious parchment, intending to find a suitable opportunity to stuff it into a certain book in the library, and then read Saruman's experimental notes with relish.

When the time was almost up, Altaïr left the dormitory and went to the Great Hall.

He was going to afternoon tea, a habit he had developed in the Shelby family over the years.

While Altaïr was eating pudding and drinking black tea in the Great Hall, Gryffindor's afternoon history of magic class ended.

Hermione ran into the Great Hall with a cigarette, and when she saw Altaïr, a smile appeared on her face.

"Oh my God, Altaïr, I don't think you would like the history of magic, I think Professor Binns is even reciting some hypnotic spell, I forced myself to not fall asleep."

Hermione sat next to Altaïr and told him about the ghost professor Binns.

Neville nodded in agreement, his face still bearing traces from the textbook.

Harry and Ron seemed to be in good spirits, probably sleeping enough during class.

Altaïr slapped the table, asked for another cup of Darjeeling black tea and handed it to Hermione, then looked at Harry and them

"Would you like afternoon tea?"

"It's a good idea!"

Ron tapped the table like Altaïr, and then said

"I need cheesecake, chocolate muffins, pineapple buns, fruit puffs and two cups of Earl Grey!"

Hermione looked at him speechlessly, put the teacup in her hand on the table, looked at Altaïr, and said to him

"Go out with me, I need to get refreshed."

"Good."

Altaïr nodded and got up to leave with Hermione.

Watching the two leave, Ron took a bite of the pineapple bun and said incoherently

"I bet Harry, the two of them are definitely in a relationship."

"They're just friends, Ron."

Harry rolled his eyes, their little wizard in first year was only eleven, what kind of relationship?

However, he also felt that Hermione and Altaïr were too close, they were obviously one Gryffindor, the other was Slytherin, plus this morning's events, many Gryffindor seniors did not have a very good impression of Hermione.

"Maybe because they're all from Muggle families."

Harry pursed his lips, although his parents were wizards, he had actually lived in a Muggle family since he was a child, but for some reason, he felt that Altaïr always had a sense of alienation from him.

Altaïr and Hermione left the castle and exited the castle gate, which was a flat meadow, and a few hundred meters opposite was Hagrid's cottage, blocking the entrance to the Forbidden Forest.

Looking into the distance from the grass, you can see the Quidditch pitch and the corner of the Black Lake not far away, where there are people training on the Quidditch pitch, and judging by the uniforms they are wearing, it should be from Hufflepuff House.

Altaïr and Hermione walked on the grass for a while, blowing the warm breeze and breathing in the unique fresh smell of the grass, Hermione's spirit seemed much better.

The two found a clean lawn and sat down.

"I don't think there is anything remarkable about those little wizards who have lived in wizard families since childhood, to be honest, I was quite afraid before."

Hermione smiled sheepishly, and as she spoke, her eyes were filled with intense confidence and pride.

"We Hermione are the best."

Altaïr smiled and touched her hair, then again, Hermione's hair volume was really amazing, I don't know how many bald girls would be envious of death.

"You seem to be talking about my father."

Hermione gave Altaïr a blank look, but her expression was quite happy.

"I know, your talent is much better than mine, you should have mastered some of the mid-level spells, right? Hmph, but only spells will not work, although I don't like the history of magic course, but Professor Binns gave me five points today. "

Hermione raised her head and said proudly

"Because only I know Guspard, who invented the self-stirring crucible."

"Another five points?"

The corners of Altaïr's mouth ticked, add it, add it as much as you want, in a few days Harry and Ron will start dying.

"You don't know about Guspad, do you?"

Hermione looked at Altaïr arrogantly, and Altaïr shook his head and smiled

"I really don't know this person, after all, I don't like to read... But to thank you for telling me the name, I'll teach you a magic, right? "

"Really? Is it an intermediate spell? "

At the mention of magic, Hermione's studious side reappeared, and she looked at Altaïr with excitement on her face.

"Sort of, but it's not in a normal book, this is what I saw in an old notebook, it was created by a great wizard, his name is Saruman."

Altaïr took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the lawn.

"Thorns are entangled!"

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