Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

After chatting for a while, it was time for dinner.

In order to welcome the exchange students from the two schools, the professors asked the house-elves to prepare a sumptuous meal. Although the little wizard of Beauxbatons did not come, the banquet went on as usual.

After saying a lot of high-sounding welcome remarks, Professor McGonagall clapped his hands, and an incomparably rich food appeared on the table.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became warm again, and the little wizards were also attracted by the full table of food.

After the banquet, Professor McGonagall announced to everyone that the duel competition will be selected from tomorrow, registration will be held on Sunday and Monday, and the remaining four days will be one-on-one competition selection. Next Saturday, the competition between the two schools will be held. the match of.

The registration requirements are also very simple, as long as they are in the second to sixth grade. Although she had expected it, Hermione was still a little sad, because she couldn't see Artel's high-spirited look.

"It seems that "June 43" has nothing to do with us, just feel at ease as an audience.

Harry spread his hands, and now that he was lying flat, there was absolutely nothing to show off.

Ron grabbed a fried chicken leg and said inarticulately:

"It didn't matter at all, even if we were able to participate in the first year, we couldn't beat Artel, in fact, we couldn't even beat Hermione."

Harry's chewing movement paused for a while, thinking of the tragic situation that Hermione took care of today, nodded and said:

"I think you're right..."

After the meal, everyone returned to the lounge under the leadership of the prefect as usual.

The five little wizards of Ilvermorny were arranged to live in the Gryffindor Tower, much to the delight of the little wizards who circled Amber.

Percy also showed his power as a prefect intentionally or unintentionally. After scolding a few noisy little wizards, he successfully attracted Amber's attention.

"boring…"

After returning to the lounge, the little wizards of Gryffindor did not sleep, but gathered in the common area of ​​the lounge to chat with the five wizards of Ilvermorny. Hermione listened for a while and found that they had been talking about Ilfa. Morni and the North American wizarding world didn't feel interesting, so he stood up and wanted to go back to the dormitory.

But just after walking a few steps, she heard that Amber ask:

"I just saw some newly framed paintings in the Great Hall... I didn't expect there to be in the lounge, this boy looks familiar, is he also a Hogwarts student?

Hermione's foot came back, if you say this, then I'm not sleepy...

She sat back calmly, and saw the hesitant expressions of the boys who were beside Aimee, while the other little witches looked at Aimee proudly. Said in one sentence:

"A Hogwarts student, of course, his name is Artel, and he's only in his first year..."

"However, Artel's talent is very strong. He has the best grades in Polymorphism, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions and Charms! He is also our teaching assistant in Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

"Artel drew the sword of Gryffindor! Killed the basilisk left by Slytherin and saved us all!"

"Speaking of Artel, you have to ask Hermione more, Hermione is Artel's girlfriend~"

"Don't talk nonsense! They're just good friends, and I'm Artel's girlfriend!

"You are talking nonsense! I am!"

Under the surprised eyes of the wizards of Ilvermorny, the little witches quarreled.

At this time, a cough was heard from behind the crowd.

The quarrelling little witches froze, looked up cautiously, and found that Hermione was looking at them with a half-smile.

"Yeah! Hermione, you haven't slept yet~

"Wow, it was discovered by the president!

A few little witches chattered at several levels, and the surrounding Gryffindor wizards laughed dumbly, as if they were used to it.

"Artel is very popular among the little witches. Like Hermione, he is a little wizard of Muggle origin. The relationship between the two is very good..."

Percy explained to Amber and the others, and the wizard named Morobo suddenly realized and completely remembered who Artel was.

It's the little wizard who sneered at Hermione next to him!

"He was able to kill basilisks? Really?"

Morobo whispered, his tone full of disbelief.

No wonder he didn't believe it, after all, with the terrifying abilities of the Basilisk, even a school professor was not necessarily an opponent, let alone a first-year wizard?

If you come from a wizarding family, that's all, Muggle wizards?

Can you kill a basilisk after just learning sorcery for more than half a year?

This bullshit is too big!

"It's the truth, you can't believe it or you can't do it... The oil paintings in the auditorium and in the lounges of various colleges were all painted by students who witnessed everything that night.

Posey glanced at Morobo and explained something to him.

"And it was also reported by the Daily Prophet..."

Morobo didn't speak anymore, because he found that the little witches around him were looking at him with very bad eyes.

Seeing Morobo deflated, Amber covered her mouth and giggled. She looked at Hermione with a look of scrutiny in her eyes.

"If this is true, then he is really a powerful little wizard, a genius who can kill basilisks? 35

Hermione felt that Amber's eyes seemed to be aggressive, she squinted and looked at her unceremoniously...

"It's really interesting... I should go see him tomorrow..."

Amber laughed even more happily, she looked away from Hermione, looked at Morobo, and said:

"If you don't believe me, you can ask that classmate named Artel to discuss tomorrow. Although he is only a first-year, he can kill the basilisk, and you are not bullying him..."

Amber said, with a strange expression on her face, she said coquettishly:

"But if you lose, to a little wizard in the first year...then I don't think you have the face to go back to school, cluck..."

Morobo's face also showed hesitation, he looked at the others, but no one paid him any attention.

Aimee did not hide the disdain in his eyes. Although Morobo was a grade higher than her, Aimee did not look down on him at all, and usually he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

However, in front of the little wizard at Hogwarts, Amber still showed the camaraderie he should have, reminding him:

"So if I were you, I wouldn't be so reckless. Do you think the whole Hogwarts people are lying to you? Or do you think they are all fools?"

Morobo was silent and did not speak, but the other people looked thoughtful and didn't know what they were thinking about.

Amber glanced at the time, stood up, and said to everyone in the lounge:

"It's getting late, we're going to rest, Gryffindor classmates 4.1, Prefect Percy, nice to meet you, good night! 55

"Good night, Miss Amber!

A smile appeared on Posey's face, and he murmured in response.

Ron blinked, glanced at Harry, and whispered:

"I feel like what I said this morning came true, and Posey must have been fascinated..."

The little wizards reluctantly left, and soon, the Gryffindor common room became empty.

Suddenly footsteps sounded in the lounge, and then, the door to the entrance of the lounge was pushed open.

The fat lady in the mural was awakened, and she exclaimed: "Who? Who came out?"

No one answered, and the sound of footsteps gradually drifted away... all the way to the eighth floor opposite the tapestry where the troll stick beat the silly Barnabas.

"It should be here... The House of Requirement... Let me think, how do I get in?

The coquettish voice sounded in the empty corridor, and the castle corridor under the moonlight looked extraordinarily strange.