Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"This is Hogwarts, Saruman won't know..."

Pursey comforted himself, but for some reason, there was still an ominous foreboding in his heart.

After a full supper, Pursey left the Great Hall and returned to Gryffindor Tower.

Professor McGonagall arranged for him a separate room, and when Pursey entered the room, he cast an alarm spell on the door and window, and was relieved.

It's not that he is timid, it's just that the name Saruman is too scary for wizards in North America.

"It's that little thing! And McGonagall and Snape!"

Pursey clenched his fists and muttered to himself sullenly.

If it hadn't happened in the afternoon, how could he have said that in a daze!

After Pursey left, the rest of the auditorium also finished their meal.

"Good night, Artel, see you tomorrow!"

At the entrance of the auditorium, Hermione and Artel waved and said reluctantly, and then left with Sister Petil arm in arm.

Artel turned and walked towards the basement, and then there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a figure came to Artel's side.

A peculiar scent poured into Artel's nostrils, smelling a bit like gardenia, very aggressive.

Artel turned his head and saw Cassandra who was almost a head taller than him.

"Hello, senior."

Artel greeted her with a smile.

Cassandra, who had just eaten dinner, recovered a lot, but her face was still pale.

Hearing Artel taking the initiative to greet her, Cassandra showed a satisfied look, hummed softly, and said:

"We're both Slytherins..."

Artel nodded and asked:

"so what?"

"Nothing... If you have anything in the future, you can come to me and I will help you.

Cassandra said again, but her tone was so arrogant that it sounded a little uncomfortable.

Artel looked up and gave her a deep look.

Cassandra's eyes are beautiful, crystal clear, like green gems, and the tear moles at the corners of the eyes are just right, adding a touch of charm to this delicate face.

Although she herself doesn't like the mole.

"What are you looking at?"

Cassandra felt Artel's eyes aggressive, and she frowned, somewhat unhappy.

"Although you are well-meaning, your tone is really annoying.

Artel was expressionless and answered truthfully:

"Since I entered school, I haven't encountered anything that needs help from others, but I still want to thank you for your kindness.

"in addition…"

Artel's voice changed and continued:

"I know you have a conflict with Hermione, I don't care who is right or wrong, this is the end of the matter, I hope Senior Sister will not trouble her again, otherwise, I will be very angry! 99

"??"

Cassandra stared at Artel with wide eyes, not expecting such an attitude at all.

She had never been so despised by others.

If it was someone else, when I heard her say that, I would have been grateful for a long time, and I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and west with joy.

Artel turned his head and threatened himself?

"Are you threatening me?"

Cassandra asked incredulously. She looked at the little boy who was a head shorter than herself. If she hadn't been injured, she would definitely teach this ignorant guy a lesson.

Did he think that after defeating Morobo, he would be afraid of him?

"I am only stating a fact. 35

Artel quickened his pace, leaving Cassandra behind.

"Who is this! What a disgusting fellow!"

Cassandra muttered as she watched Artel's back.

"How could he do this to me?

Cassandra shivered with anger.

She glanced at the others, and the little Slytherin snakes hurriedly looked away, and no one dared to look at her.

She was born nobler than others.

Cassandra has always thought so, and the reactions of others just so happened to prove it.

As for Artel... Artel is the same person as she is...

"Artel... Artel. Shelby! Miss Ben gives you one more chance, if you can't take it, you're screwed!"

Cassandra thought angrily, she stomped her foot, and chased after him again.

In the Slytherin lounge, Cassandra caught up with Artel.

"I forgive you for being rude to me just now!

Cassandra's words left Artel scratching his head for a moment.

This woman... what is the brain circuit?

"so what?"

Asked Artel, he wanted to see what Cassandra was trying to do.

"So...we should be friends, Artel, I mean it..."

Cassandra looked at Artel's face, although the other party was only twelve years old, but for some reason, she always felt that she was facing a mature adult.

"You should listen to me and stay away from other people... it's not doing you any good to hang out with those guys... eh? You listen to me?!

"You are such a rude fellow!!"

Seeing that Artel left before she finished speaking, Cassandra shouted angrily.

There were some other little Slytherin wizards in the lounge, and they didn't speak at this time, staring at Kassandra blankly.

Sure enough, the legend is true.

This senior is not good at communicating with people, and even Artel, who has always been good-natured, is reluctant to say a few words to her...

"What are you looking at? Don't go back to sleep! Be careful of sudden death!

Cassandra snorted and went back to the bedroom on her own.

Gemma Farley, the prefect of 653, looked embarrassed, looked at the other little wizards, and coughed:

"Ahem...keep talking about you...just don't provoke her..."

In the bedroom, Cassandra was lying on the bed, she was holding a poison tentacle pillow, and her face was still a sullen expression.

"Why?"

Hearing her talking to herself, the two roommates in the dormitory looked at each other and lowered their heads tacitly, pretending not to hear.

"Why can he draw the sword of Gryffindor?! 35

"Why can he control Dementors?!

"Why did he ignore me?!"

The two roommates knew that Cassandra was talking about Artel...

"Why does she have such a good relationship with Artel?!

"Why would she attack me?!"

"Why don't you let me get my revenge back?!"

This is about the little witch in Gryffindor...

The two roommates looked at each other and understood.

"I made a decision!"

Cassandra sat up abruptly from the bed, and a frosty color flashed under the thin pajamas.

"I don't care, when I get better, I must teach that little girl a lesson, I don't believe it, I see what you can do to me!

Cassandra raised the poison tentacle pillow in her hand with a determined look on her face.

"No one can turn me down! No! Yes! People!"