Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

The next day, the Christmas holiday officially began.

There are trains departing from Hogwarts to London every day these days. Artel and Hermione felt that the first few trains were too crowded, so they planned to take the evening train back.

After dinner, the two who went back and saluted met in the auditorium.

Most of the students had left by train this morning and afternoon, the Great Hall was somewhat empty, only a few dozen students were chatting, Harry and Ron were sitting face to face at the Gryffindor table playing magic chess.

Seeing that Ron hadn't left, Hermione asked curiously:

"Ron? Haven't you packed your bags yet?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders and said a little depressedly:

"Plans have changed, my parents are going to Romania to see my brother Charlie, where he has dragons, so I'll have to spend Christmas at school.

"That's right, you can accompany Harry, and you can take the opportunity to go to the forbidden area to see if there is anything you want to check."

After a brief chat, Artel glanced at his pocket watch:

"It's almost time, let's go to the platform. 35

"Hmm. 35

Hermione nodded obediently and pulled up her suitcase. Artel looked at Harry and Ron and waved to them.

"Goodbye and Merry Christmas."

"You too, Artel, Merry Christmas."

Harry and Ron answered in unison.

Hermione also said goodbye to the two of them, and then left with Artel pulling their suitcases. Ron looked at their disappearing backs and muttered:

"Harry, are you saying we're going to get them twenty-six gifts?"

"I think . . . maybe, probably, it's needed?"

Harry thought for a while, and said somewhat uncertainly:

"We're supposed to be friends, isn't it?"

Ron leaned his chin and rolled his eyes:

"Okay, let me think about it, maybe prepare some candy, just as George and the others went to the Honey Duke Candy Store to buy a lot..."

After leaving the castle, Artel and Hermione came to the small platform opposite the Black Lake, where a dark red train was parked, and through the lights of the window, some little wizards could vaguely be seen sitting on it waiting for the departure.

The two got into the car and found an empty box.

Hermione put the salute under the seat, brushed the fine hair on her forehead, and sat next to Artel, a faint blush appeared on her face.

"When are you coming to Manchester to play?"

Hermione's voice reached Artel's ears, and he turned his head to find Hermione looking down, fiddling with her fingers.

She might be a little embarrassed.

"After Christmas, we plan to travel to Switzerland for Christmas, we will leave tomorrow night, and we will be back around the 27th.

Artel had already told his two uncles about this in a letter he sent back a few days ago, so they will be traveling to Switzerland this Christmas.

Of course, this is just a pretense.

Artel's real destination is Liechtenstein. He intends to visit the troll tribe. If there is no problem, he will collect the materials for the powerful orc potion by the way.

"That's it."

Hermione pouted, her voice a little envious.

"I haven't been to Switzerland yet, I heard it's beautiful there.

"I can take some pictures for you if you like... However, I think the best choice... I'll accompany you in the future, anyway, there are so many interesting things in Switzerland, I can't finish it this time.

Artel counted his fingers pretentiously as he muttered:

"Snow peaks in the Alps, an ancient city located on the banks of the Aare River, a mountain village and town surrounded by snow-capped mountains..."

"That's what you said! We're done! You'll have to accompany me again in the future.

Hermione looked up and looked into Artel's eyes, full of anticipation.

Artel smiled at her and reached out to touch her hair.

Hermione was quickly defeated, snorted softly, turned her head to the other side, and continued to fiddle with her fingers uneasily.

Seeing Hermione like this, Artel felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, perhaps because of the memory of his previous life, he always subconsciously forgot that Hermione was only twelve years old this year.

"I will go to Manchester to see you after I come back from Switzerland. Our family will prepare a banquet every New Year's Day to entertain some close friends and business partners. When that time comes, I will personally deliver the invitations to your house."

"Well, I'll tell Mom and Dad."

Hermione nodded in understanding.

For the British, although New Year's Day is not as grand as Christmas, various celebrations will be held on this day. In addition to the free New Year's Eve fireworks show, there will be torch parades and music in major cities. Meetings, dance parties, etc.

The Shelby family will hold a celebration party at Shelby Manor every New Year's Day. Nobles and businessmen who have a close relationship with the Shelby family in Birmingham are invited.

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With a whistle, the train swayed a bit and began to move forward slowly.

The lights in the box dimmed, neither of them spoke anymore, and Hermione was silent for a while, leaning towards Artel.

For more than three months since the school started on September 1, Hermione seemed to have gotten used to the feeling that Artel was always by her side. Thinking of not being able to eat or even meet with Artel for the next ten days, Hermione felt Unspeakably sad.

Artel didn't know that his place in Hermione's heart was very important. Of course, it actually had something to do with the One Ring.

Although Artel did not unblock more power of the Lord of the Rings, but as an artifact, the Lord of the Rings has the potential to deceive people, and the power to attract others is still reflected in Artel.

Hermione, as the closest person to Artel in the entire Hogwarts school, was naturally deeply influenced.

But it cannot be denied that this has a lot to do with Artel's handsome appearance and the temperament he cultivated in the Shelby family since he was a child.

According to Sophia, it's hard for a girl to refuse Artel.

After chatting for a while, it was completely dark outside, and there was a blizzard. Fortunately, there was heating in the train compartment, so Artel and Hermione didn't feel cold.

The train rattled forward.

The lights in the box were getting dim, and Hermione felt a little sleepy, so she closed her eyes and leaned lightly on Artel's shoulder.

"Good night.

She spoke softly, like a murmur.

"Good night.

Artel found a more comfortable position, and Hermione moved with him, leaning on his shoulder, a hand gently tugging at the cuff of his wizarding robe.

Artel turned his face sideways, looking out through the frosted car window.

After a few months in the wizarding world, he was a little unfamiliar with the Muggle world.

"It's impossible to have a good rest this holiday. Fortunately, I got the ring of air. This way, the troll tribe in Liechtenstein can easily solve the problem. The rest is... I have to go back to school on Christmas day..."

After sorting out what he was going to do next, Artel also felt a little sleepy.

The sound of Hermione's even breathing could be heard in his ears, and Artel didn't think about it any longer. He quietly held one of Hermione's hands, and then closed his eyes.

Under the light of the box, Hermione's ears turned red.

When Artel woke up, it was past five o'clock the next morning.

To be honest, sleeping on a chair on a train is still very tiring. Normally, he and Hermione could sleep on a chair by themselves, but Artel was happy.

Hermione woke up a little earlier than Artel, and when Artel opened her eyes, Hermione was sitting in the chair opposite, staring at Artel with her chin on her head.

"Good morning."

Artel stretched.

"Good morning, the radio says we'll be in London in half an hour."

Hermione turned her head away from the window, as if nothing had happened.

The train in the evening runs slower. After all, the school doesn't want these little wizards to arrive in London at three or four in the morning. That would be too frustrating.

Sleeping in the car like this and waking up and arriving in London is sweet.

"Around six o'clock 560? I think my uncle should have been waiting for me at the station, where's Uncle Granger? What time did you tell the family?

"I also told them about six o'clock that my father and mother should have arrived in London yesterday."

"That's such a shame, I'm still thinking that if your parents don't come, I'll take you back to my house... Hahaha.""

Looking at the slightly embarrassed Hermione, Artel laughed.

"Okay, no kidding, take off your wizard robes, we'll attract onlookers when we show up at King's Cross Station dressed like this."

The two changed their clothes and sat in the carriage waiting for the train to arrive.

When Artel's pocket watch pointed to six o'clock, the train arrived at King's Cross Station on time. Artel and Hermione got off the train, walked out of the platform, and saw Jimmy and the Granger couple who were waiting not far away.

"Hi! Artel, here we are!"

Jimmy also saw Artel in the crowd, and he waved his hand excitedly.

"It's Hermione, and Hermione is there.

The Grangers also had smiles on their faces, and took a few steps to greet them.

"Daddy, Mommy! (Uncle Jimmy)

"Hello, Mr. Shelby! (Mr. Granger, Mrs....)"

Artel and Hermione greeted the three separately.

"You haven't eaten yet? Mr. Granger, would you like to have breakfast together?"

"OK!"

Before the Grangers could respond, Hermione agreed first.

She didn't want to be separated from Artel right away.

"You kid..."

Mr. Granger smiled helplessly, and then said:

"Well, after the train all night, I think they're all hungry, so please, Mr. Shelby."

"Don't be so polite, as I said, just call me Jimmy. 35

Jimmy was very polite to the Grangers, and he didn't have the usual arrogance at all, and the reason was naturally because of Hermione.

In Jimmy's view, a witch's parents, no matter what their status, deserves serious consideration.

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