Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"You want me to be your servant?"

Voldemort froze for a moment, then laughed ho-ho.

"Saruman, you are powerful! But want me to be your servant? You are not enough!!

Voldemort suddenly shouted hysterically, and he stared at Artel viciously. growled:

"No one is above me! Dumbledore can't! Neither can you! No! No one!"

Artel looked at him calmly, without any fluctuations in his expression.

Of course he knew Voldemort.

Proud, conceited, cruel and cruel at the same time very sinister and cunning.

Dumbledore said that Voldemort was the smartest student he had ever met during his time at Hogwarts. Of course, that was referring to Voldemort when he was young. Later, Voldemort split his soul in order to create a Horcrux, causing him to become a lot stupid.

But despite this, Voldet's "five-eighth-seven" demon's pride has not changed in the slightest.

He always believes that he is the most qualified to be above everyone, and only he is qualified to rule this world and make the whole world surrender.

Of course, Voldemort also had one of his greatest weaknesses.

That is his desire for eternal life!

To this end, he even made a large number of Horcruxes to make himself look like a ghost or a ghost.

"Unfortunately, Tom, you don't understand..."

After Voldemort finished shouting, Artel continued calmly:

"Do you think Muggles are pitiful? The world in their eyes is shielded, and they will never see the truth of the world? So, do you think what you see is the truth? 35

"Muggles are to wizards as wizards are to me, just as you are to me!

"You think that no one can surpass you, but unfortunately, I am above you, above the entire wizarding world! Above... all beings!!

Artel's voice wasn't very exciting, he just calmly narrated a fact.

Voldemort didn't move, Quirrell controlled his body so that he didn't go limp.

"Officially introduce, I, Saruman in the white robe, the wise man who walks in the world, the immortal Maya... Tom, the immortality you are striving for, to me, is just a talent acquired at the time of birth.

"The power and power you've been chasing are, to me, nothing but toys at your fingertips.

"I've been alive for a long time, and time has lost its meaning to me.

Artel chuckled softly when he saw the strong suspicion in Voldemort's eyes.

"I know you may not believe it, but you will know one day. There is a hobbit named Gollum in the confinement room of the Ministry of Magic. You can search his memory and you will know what I said. Not false.

"Under the Congo Basin in Africa, there is a sleeping Balrog, which is also an immortal existence. If you can subdue it and check his memory, then you will find out what the world really looks like!"

"You'll know how big the world is! How mysterious!"

Artel turned, stretched out his wand and swiped across the Mirror of Erised, and after a crackling sound, a thick mist flew out of the mirror.

Artel scratched in the smoke behind him, and when he retracted his hand, the Philosopher's Stone had already appeared in his hand.

The spell that Dumbledore used to seal the Philosopher's Stone was completely broken by him in just a few seconds!

As far as Transfiguration is concerned, Artel has reached the pinnacle of this world!

The pinnacle of no one before and no one coming!

"Magic stone!"

Voldemort's mouth let out a longing exclamation, and Artel played with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, which did have a strange power, but it didn't appeal to him much.

"It's just a broken stone... Even without this stone, I can restore you to your peak state!

Artel looked at Voldemort, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, his eyes crossed Quirrell's figure, looked south, and looked in the direction of London.

Dumbledore...he's coming.

"Remember what I just said, Tom, if you want to gain more power, if you want to get rid of your humble status, if you want to be truly immortal, instead of living like this..."

"If...you don't want to be a frog in a well...do things for me, you can get all this!

Artel put the Philosopher's Stone on the table next to him and turned to leave.

When he was at the door, he paused slightly and said:

"Think about it. 35

After saying this, Artel cast Apparate.

Voldemort was silent for a while before letting Quirrell, who was already shocked and inexplicable, pick up the Philosopher's Stone.

"The Philosopher's Stone... Quirrell, make me an elixir as soon as possible, I'm going to the Ministry of Magic to see if what that guy said is true..."

"But whether what he said is true or not, with the Philosopher's Stone, I will come back again, make the world tremble, and make the world surrender at my feet! Hohohohohohohoho...

Amid Voldemort's cheerful laughter, the Philosopher's Stone in Quirrell's hand suddenly flew out.

At the door of the hut, Dumbledore looked at the Philosopher's Stone in surprise, and then smiled:

"Fortunately we arrived..."

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell with a smile and said:

"Quelow, Tom...meet again.""

Quirrell stared blankly at Dumbledore, and in the back of his head, Voldemort growled incompetently.

"Dumbledore! Damn it! Damn it! Give me back the Philosopher's Stone!!

"I'm curious, how did you break the seal I left..."

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell, with a flash of inquiry in his eyes.

Fortunately, however, the seal of the Philosopher's Stone was broken. When he left the Ministry of Magic, he had planned to return to Hogwarts directly, but suddenly felt that the seal he had left on the Philosopher's Stone had been violently destroyed.

Without thinking much, Dumbledore directly cast Apparition, and through the induction between magic, he came to Norway...

Then, seeing Quirrell holding the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort laughed wildly in the back of his head...

So, even a little funny to say, Dumbledore took 4.1 back without any effort and took back the Philosopher's Stone.

"Dumbledore!!"

Voldemort shouted through gritted teeth, and Dumbledore took out his wand...

"No! Headmaster Dumbledore! I advise you better not to do this!

Quirrell's face showed a ferocious look, and he said viciously:

"I've cast spells on the Muggles around me, and if anything happens to me, they'll all be buried with me! Let me and my master go away! Dumbledore, or you're the one who murdered hundreds of Muggles!"

Dumbledore hesitated, he didn't know whether Quirrell was telling the truth or not, but in Voldemort's mind, it was probably true, so he didn't dare to gamble.

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, Dumbledore thought about it and sighed:

"Tom, Quirrell...this is the last time I'll let you go...don't do bad things again, or no one can save you..."