Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

After hearing Artel's words, the entire auditorium fell silent, and everyone's reaction was different.

Hermione and Pansy, and the little witches of the Shelby Society were naturally convinced.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were a little worried, and Professor Olivia of Beauxbatons looked at Artel in surprise, wondering why he would say such a thing.

Cassandra looked surprised and felt more and more that Artel had an appetite for her. Of course, she also felt that Artel was talking hard.

After all, the opponent was the fifth-year duel champion of Ilvermorny, and it was impossible for him to do it in ten seconds.

Amber stared at Artel with no expression on her face, but it was clear that her heart couldn't be as peaceful as it appeared.

"Hahahaha! 9

After a moment of silence, Morobo clutched his stomach and laughed.

"You are just a lucky one, it seems that the bragging of others has made you unable to recognize yourself as "650".

Morobo came over, and the little wizards gave way.

"I'd rather see how you brought me down in ten seconds. 35

Morobo walked across from Artel, about five meters away from him, and stopped.

He pulled out his wand and put it upright on his chest.

Artel also put his wand on his chest in accordance with the etiquette of a duel, his expression looked very relaxed, and he didn't take Morobo seriously at all.

"Okay...then I'll be the referee, but I want to declare that powerful spells are not allowed, and the opponent's life is not allowed!

Professor Snape shouted, he glanced at Professor McGonagall, saw the other party nodded lightly, and felt relieved.

Professor McGonagall quietly held the wand, if Artel was really injured, she would save Artel as soon as possible.

'three!

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As Professor Snape's voice fell, Morobo immediately cast an iron armor spell on himself.

His movements are very skilled, and it seems that he is very good at this spell.

The Iron Armor Curse was enough to resist most of the spells, and the two were not allowed to use a powerful black spell in a duel. After casting the Iron Armor Curse on himself, Morobo believed that he was invincible.

There were also several sighs around, apparently everyone thought so.

At least under the protection of the Iron Armor, Artel couldn't have knocked down Morobo in ten seconds.

"The use of the Iron Armor Spell is very skilled.

Artel was also a little surprised. He was indeed the duel champion of Ilvermorny's fifth grade. No wonder he was so arrogant. This iron armor spell surpassed many Aurors.

Just, this is it?

At the moment when Morobo's Iron Armor was formed, Artel's wand stretched out and aimed at Morobo.

He didn't wave his wand, but simply chanted a spell that wasn't a spell.

"Dementor's Kiss!

Malfoy and Goyle, who were standing in the Slytherin crowd, and Crabbe shivered violently, thinking of the night when school started.

In the terrified eyes of the little wizards, a huge Dementor flew out of Artel's wand.

The entire auditorium was enveloped in a biting chill, and the tableware on the four tables recalled the sound of ice crystals freezing.

The Dementor floated lightly in the sky, like a ghost, and came to Morobo in the blink of an eye.

Morobo was already taken aback by this time.

Artel doesn't know if there are any Dementors in North America, but Morobo apparently knows about them, and more obviously, he doesn't know the Patronus Charm.

"Ten thousand…"

He raised his hand stiffly, wanting to cast a spell to resist.

It's a pity that he just spit out a scale, and the dementor has come to him.

Under the cloak, there was a pitch-black hole in the mouth of the dementor, Morobo didn't know how to describe the mouthparts of the dementor, he just glanced...

Then…

All the little wizards opened their eyes wide and couldn't help but step back.

They saw the dementor coming to Morobo, and the shredded cloth of the mist wrapped Morobo tightly, and then the faces of the two were almost pressed together...

A translucent Morobo was torn out of his body, twisting constantly, turning into bits and pieces, like dust in the sun...

The faces of the three of Professor McGonagall changed greatly, and before they could do anything, a more terrifying scene appeared...

A shiny white mass was sucked out of Morobo's mouth by the dementors.

"not good!!"

The expressions of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape changed greatly, and Professor Olivia cried out in surprise.

Artel also felt a little familiar when he saw this scene, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized.

Isn't this scene similar to when Sirius Black was attacked by Dementors?

However, Sirius Black was attacked by many dementors, and finally almost sucked his soul away. It was Harry who saved him...

Unexpectedly, I sucked Morobo's soul out with a Dementor's kiss.

One is that Morobo's strength is much worse than that of Sirius Black, and the other is that the Dementor wand is incomparably compatible with Artel, and under the talent of the necromancer, it has exerted a super effect.

"Shut up..."

Snape swung his wand, but his spell came to an abrupt end.

He looked at Harry Potter with a complicated expression, his face full of tangle.

"God Guard!

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall, who was on the side, saw that Snape was wrong. She waved her wand and cast the guardian beast.

A cat glowing soft white jumped out of Professor McGonagall's wand.

Where the white light shone, the pale faces of the little wizards became better.

The cat dashes at the Dementor, unexpectedly...

It passed through the body of the dementor, and the dementor did not respond at all, and was still sucking Morobo's soul...

Morobo has fallen to the ground at this moment, and the Dementor is floating upside down above him.

Reminds Artel of the famous Eiffel Tower turned upside down...

"Artel! Stop your spell!

Seeing that the Patronus Charm didn't work, Professor McGonagall couldn't be surprised and shouted like Artel.

Artel's wand paused, and the dementor who was feasting turned into a cloud of black mist and returned to Artel's wand.

And the white light, guided by Professor Snape's wand, returned to Morobo's body.

"Fortunately...if the soul is swallowed in 4.1..."

Professor McGonagall was a little scared. She looked at Artel with an angry expression.

"Artel, you are too reckless to use such a curse?

Artel shrugged his shoulders and said a little aggrievedly:

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, but I didn't cast any spells..."

"Have you ever heard of a spell that summons dementors before?"

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth and finally said helplessly:

"Then you can't use such terrifying... methods, this child... I'm afraid it will be..."

Professor McGonagall did not finish her sentence.

Morobo's emotions were sucked up by the dementors, and even if he could be cured, his spirit would have problems, and he could become mentally ill at any time.

Moreover, although the soul has left the body, although it has returned, I am afraid that the magic power and spiritual power will never grow again...

All in all, this guy is completely useless in the future.