Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"Nagini... finally at Hogwarts?"

A strange color flashed in Artel's eyes.

If Nagini came, it would prove that Dumbledore should have accepted her initially, and when she joined the Order of the Phoenix, she could provide Artel with more information.

At the same time, Quirrell, who was eating at the professor's seat, also raised his head and looked at Nagini with doubts in his eyes.

Just now, he felt an angry emotion from Voldemort hidden in his body, the reason was because of that woman.

"Does this woman have anything to do with the master?"

Quirrell looked at Nagini suspiciously. It was obvious that he was an Asian wizard, and he was very young, only in his twenties. He couldn't see anything special...

But feeling Voldemort's mood swings in his body getting bigger and bigger, Quirrell couldn't do anything about it. Although he wasn't full, he could only stand up and quietly left the auditorium.

"what?"

When Nagini passed the dining area of ​​Gryffindor House, a suspicious voice came out of his mouth.

Her eyes fell on Artel, who was eating. For some reason, Nagini had an inexplicable feeling that this child was very kind and had a sense of familiarity...

"What's wrong? Nagini."

Dumbledore stopped and looked at her softly.

"It's okay, it just feels a little weird..."

Nagini's eyes fell on Dumbledore's face, she looked at him calmly, and said solemnly:

"I feel the breath of that man, Voldemort...he's here.

Dumbledore's temples jumped slightly, he glanced at Quirrell's position just left, and whispered:

"I see, Nagini, don't mention that person's name at school, it's going to scare the kids, let's go, I think you're hungry, don't know if you remember Hogwarts food ,then…

Dumbledore took Nagini to the staff seat for dinner, Nagini didn't look at Artel again, and followed Dumbledore away.

"Pretty clever. Shadow

Artel knew that Nagini didn't recognize her, but she was clever enough to hide her uniqueness from Dumbledore.

"Hey! What are you looking at? Do you know that woman?

Hermione looked at Artel with a bit of interest, and the words "I'm not happy" were written on her face.

"You mean that aunt? I don't know."

Artel said solemnly.

The word aunt made Hermione smile with joy. Although Nagini's appearance and state made it okay to call her sister, it was clear that the name aunt was more in line with Hermione's wishes.

"Don't read it if you don't know it, people will say you are not polite.

Hermione muttered softly.

"Nonsense, I, Artel, know the best manners.

Artel retorted, he finished eating the food on the plate, wiped his mouth gracefully, and greeted Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape who were looking at him not far away.

And Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape also smiled back at Artel, and they were quite happy to see their appearance.

"Look, I said I know the best manners.

Artel turned his head to show off to Hermione.

"Humph." 9

Hermione was speechless.

Snape liked Artel very much, after all, Artel was from Slytherin House, but Professor McGonagall, as the head of Gryffindor, liked Artel so much, which was annoying.

very angry.

In the professor's chair, Nagini sat next to Dumbledore and thanked Mr. Dumbledore after dinner was prepared for her.

In fact, Nagini was also very shocked when he first met Dumbledore.

Before that, Nagini didn't realize how long she had been in a daze after turning into a snake, but when she saw Dumbledore, she realized that decades had passed.

Back then, Dumbledore was middle-aged. He was wise, mature, and powerful...

And now, he has become a kind old grandpa.

Watching Nagini fall into memory, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with reminiscence. After a long time, he said softly:

"Newt and Tina are dealing with some things in Africa, but I've already sent them a message. I don't want him to come back soon... It's a joy to see you lift the curse in my lifetime..."

"You can stay at Hogwarts in the future. I remember that you have learned a lot of ways to deal with curses, so you should stay in the school doctor's office first? Is that okay?"

Nagini nodded. In order to solve her own blood curse, she did learn a lot of magic to deal with curses, diseases, and even healing injuries. She could go to the school doctor's office.

Dumbledore smiled, nodded, and said:

"Then we're done.

"But... Professor, that person's soul fragment..."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, thinking about Nagini's words.

"There are some things that are not suitable to be brought up here, as for him... I have already made plans, and there will be no problems.

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Nagini was relieved, while Quirrell quietly returned to his office.

After he locked the door from the inside, he took off his turban.

"Owner…"

Quirrell called out cautiously, and after a while, Voldemort emerged from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Master, do you know that woman?"

Quirrell hesitated, but asked.

"do not know…"

Voldemort's voice was hoarse, he gasped twice, and said to himself:

"I don't know her...but her breath is so familiar, like...Nagini...yes! That's right, it's Nagini!

"Nagini has been with that Saruman for days, don't know now... Nagini? Where is Nagini?!

Voldemort recalled the breath just now, and immediately thought of Nagini.

However, when he felt his soul carefully, he found that he couldn't contact Nagini at all!

"Nagini is dead?"

Voldemort didn't know that Nagini became a snake because of the blood curse. The outbreak of Nagini's curse completely turned into a serpent happened in Dumbledore's middle age, and now Dumbledore is one hundred and ten years old.

The reason why Voldemort chose Nagini at that time, 580 was just because this big snake has spirituality, can communicate, and is powerful.

So now seeing Nagini revived, Voldemort didn't know her.

"Saruman...killed my Nagini?! No, if the Horcrux was destroyed, I would have noticed it. Could it be that Saruman sealed it by some means! He found Nagini identity of?"

"Who is that woman? And why does it smell like Nagini?"

Voldemort pondered laboriously, the remnant of his soul was not enough to support thinking about overly complicated things.

Speaking of which, Voldemort himself.

No matter what, he had to split his own soul, and as a result, he made himself ugly, not to mention stupid.

"Quirro, find a way to help me find that woman, I want to know her information... Also, find the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible, otherwise, you are ready to hunt unicorns. 39

After Voldemort finished speaking, he returned to Quirrell's body and fell asleep.

The thinking just now consumed most of his strength, and now it is not enough to support him to continue.

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell replied tremblingly, and after waiting for a while, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he didn't hear Voldemort speak.

too difficult.

It's really hard.

Quirrell wrapped his turban again, walked over to the table, and took the music box from the drawer.

Silently pray:

"Great Wise, Prophet... Saruman the legendary white wizard... If you can hear me, please help poor Quirrell!"