Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"You still want to arrest me at this level?"

Artel clapped his hands, smiled smugly, and turned his head back to his bedroom.

The next morning, Artel stretched, and with his current mental strength, an hour's rest would keep him energized for the day.

After washing up, Artel left the bedroom.

Cassandra, with a sullen face, was waiting for him with Amber and Pansy.

"Good morning.

Artel greeted the three of them, then stared at Cassandra and said:

"Did you not sleep well last night? Dark circles are coming out.""

"Humph! Don't be complacent, I'll be back sooner or later!"

Cassandra gave Artel a roll of eyes, raised her fist and said fiercely.

Only her flushed cheeks betrayed her true thoughts.

Amber was curious about what happened last night, she only knew that Cassandra went out to catch Artel too, and she seemed to be taught a lesson.

Anyway, when Amber came back last night, he was cast on a confinement spell, and he was sent in by Artel with a floating spell.

After she untied the spell for Cassandra, Cassandra didn't scream, she just clasped her hands in front of her chest for a while, and then went back to her clothes in a daze.

"You were 120 last night..."

Amber looked at Artel with curiosity in his eyes, wishing to turn into a melon-eating girl immediately.

"Children are less likely to ask about adults. 35

Artel whistled and walked away leisurely.

"...!"

Amber was stunned for a moment, then muttered, and followed Pansy with a confused face.

The second-year Transfiguration class was not much more difficult than the first-year class, and for Artel it could be done with his eyes closed.

Professor McGonagall would also do the work. After the task was arranged, he took Artel to discuss it alone. Hermione listened to it for a while, and she was dizzy and couldn't understand anything. Finally, she went to Pansy. .

When eating in the auditorium at noon, the professors announced the start of the selection of prefects in various colleges this year, and the little wizards became lively again.

The Slytherin prefect was basically sure it was Cassandra, because no one dared to fight her.

And Ravenclaw's female prefect can also be determined to be Penello, her popularity is very good, and no one competes with her.

The competition between the other two houses is very fierce, especially in Gryffindor, there are only six or seven people who signed up. (cgab)

After lunch in the Great Hall, Artel and Gandalf came to their own classroom.

The little wizards in the school were very envious of Artel being able to study with Gandalf alone, and they all knew that Artel's future was limitless.

Today, Gandalf taught him how to use his spiritual power, but this time Gandalf did not bring Artel into his spiritual world.

After two hours of this class, Artel learned a lot.

After the spiritual sister's training, Gandalf also told Artel about the origin of the universe and the mysteries of the world.

Artel knew that these were the precious spiritual treasures that Gandalf possessed as Mayer, so he started to study with ecstasy.

When the get out of class was over, Artel still felt a little unfulfilled.

He didn't know why Gandalf would give him all the money, but if he wanted to, it might have something to do with the favorability given by the system.

After leaving the classroom, Artel went to Snape's apothecary room under the castle.

Professor Snape has completed today's lesson and is waiting for him here.

"I heard that you prepared the potion yesterday, and the smoke from the fryer knocked down several fourth-grade students... Tell me, what kind of potion are you planning to make?"

Snape sat opposite Artel, looking into his eyes and asking with interest.

"Is it a narcotic drug for treatment? Or is it a coma? Or..."

"The potion I want to refine is the kind that can induce hallucinations, and in the hallucination, they will get what they want most, just like the magic of the Mirror of Erised.

Artel shared his thoughts with Snape.

Including the selection of materials, the coordination of medicinal properties...

"It sounds like there is a high probability of success. It only takes a little experiment to find out the specific proportion of the medicinal materials... But I don't know what you are doing to refine such a dangerous medicine?"

Snape's face was a little weird. Artel wanted to refine the potion. Strictly speaking, although this potion was not poison, it was more terrifying than poison, because this potion was addictive.

Just like Harry at the time, he would go to see the Mirror of Erised every night.

What's the purpose of refining this kind of thing well?

Is it for making money?

"I just heard about the Mirror of Erised, so I wanted to try it out.

Artel replied with a smile, his smile so genuine, that Snape's frown relaxed.

"You refine it first and let me see.

He said to Artel, Artel nodded, put the required materials next to the automatic stirring crucible, and began to process the raw materials.

The smile on Snape's face grew wider as he saw each piece of material being skillfully and perfectly handled by Artel.

Sure enough, Artel is also a true genius when it comes to potions.

Snape didn't feel like he was doing as well as Artel when he was in fifth grade.

"The juice of the hallucinogenic mushroom is the main ingredient, and then it is combined with..."

Artel put the ingredients into the crucible in the order of mutual growth, and then waved the magic wand and recited the mysterious incantation.

Gollum.

The liquid in the cauldron began to boil, and after a while, a strange aroma appeared in the room.

Snape noticed something for a while, and then his face suddenly changed.

Artel also appeared in front of some illusions, but with his mental power, it was only broken in an instant.

It stands to reason that with Snape's power, he could easily get out of the illusion, but he didn't.

Seeing Snape's sudden burst of tears and mixed emotions, Artel guessed that he might have seen Lily.

Bang!

With such a stunned effort, the crucible exploded with a bang.

The strange medicinal scent suddenly turned into a pungent smell.

There was a gust of wind around Artel, blowing the pungent smell away.

Snape was woken up by the sound of the explosion, he was a little regretful, and sighed softly.

"Failed."

Artel grunted.

Snape glanced at him, was silent for a while, and said:

"My reason tells me that such a potion should not be allowed to appear, it may bring disaster to the wizarding world... But, well, I don't think I can, it is more terrifying than the Mirror of Erised, It will make the thing that you miss the most, really appear in front of you... I think, I will do my best to help you research this potion.

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