Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Munch was taken aback by Altaïr's words, he didn't know if the other party was joking or really had such a terrifying intention, but after all, the other party was a wizard who might be more powerful than Dumbledore, so Munch did not dare to gamble.

"Wait a minute, there's a waiting area over there, you can go and sit for a while..."

Munch hurriedly said, and then didn't care if Altaïr went to rest, and ran to find someone to contact Fudge.

Altaïr walked to the Magic Brothers sculpture and saw the banner hanging on it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tick.

Last time he left a sentence and his name on the sculpture, because Dumbledore could not erase the handwriting, so the Daily Prophet reported that Saruman was stronger than Dumbledore.

The Ministry of Magic struggled not to erase itself, and finally chose the physical method and hung a banner on the sculpture to cover the words left by Altaïr.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I can't see it, so I don't.

In general, the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic was still good, and about two minutes after Munch left, Fudge's figure appeared in the fireplace in the hall, and then many other members of the Ministry of Magic also came to the Ministry through the Floo network at home.

This is the first time Fudge has come face-to-face with Altaïr, and the first time he has seen the real Saruman.

He should have been a little timid, but after all, he was the Minister of Magic, and he was in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge still came to Altaïr boldly.

"Mr. Saruman... I'm already here! "

Fudge's tone was not very good, which was understandable, after all, he was supposed to be sleeping at this time, but he was suddenly woken up, and it was too much of a toss to get dressed and come to the Ministry in three minutes.

"I heard that Mr. Fudge is already wanted for me, so I came to collect the bounty."

Altaïr's words made Fudge's eyes jump wildly, and he smiled awkwardly and said:

"Maybe the staff below is mistaken, Mr. Saruman is a friend of the Ministry of Magic, how can we want you... I'll have people remove it later..."

"Just kidding, Minister Fudge, I'm not here to tell you this... Perhaps, we can go to your office and talk, you don't want to be in public..."

Altaïr glanced at the more and more magicians nearby, Fudge thought about it, he actually didn't want to call on other magicians to kill the guy in front of him, but Fudge didn't dare to gamble.

If he made some strange magical creature in the Ministry of Magic and made a mess of the Ministry, and finally they couldn't catch Saruman's words, then the face of the Ministry of Magic would be completely lost.

Not only that, but it will completely anger a terrifying great wizard.

"That's exactly what I mean, please"

Fudge glanced at Amelia, the director of the Department of Law Enforcement, and the other party nodded without a trace, Fudge was relieved, and led Altaïr to his office.

After the two entered the office, Amelia began to organize the other Ministry members to set up and inform Dumbledore.

"I heard that the Christmas tree I sent last time caused you some trouble, but that was not my intention... I just wanted to show you this Ent, after all, this is a magical creature that you have never seen before. "

Hearing Altaïr say this, the smile on Fudge's face became even more embarrassed.

Because of that giant tree guard... That is, Enter, and their Ministry of Magic has not been able to handle it until now.

The group of people in the Magical Creature Management and Control Division were waste, and they couldn't find anything at all, and that Ent would wake up and be furious and want to destroy, which also caused them to rely on the Sleeping Charm to keep it in a coma after so long.

"My friend, Smeago, is that hobbit grunt, is he okay now? I don't want him to die in your Ministry..."

Altaïr said a bunch of nonsense, Fudge was distraught, not knowing what Altaïr was going to say, and just when he couldn't wait, there was a knock outside the door.

"There are guests coming."

Altaïr laughed, he stood up and took the initiative to open the door, and when he saw the person outside the door, the smile on Altaïr's face became even stronger.

As expected, it was Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet.

There are Fudge's political enemies in the Ministry of Magic, but Altaïr, as a wanted officer of the Ministry of Magic, can appear here with swagger and go to the office for tea with Fudge, what news can make Fudge more humiliating than this?

Rita was followed by two people, as well as some members of the Ministry of Magic, who looked at Fudge apologetically and said:

"I'm sorry, Minister, we tried our best, but she insisted on rushing in..."

"Miss Rita is my friend, Minister Fudge, may I invite her in?"

Altaïr looked at Fudge, Fudge inexplicably felt a burst of pressure, he sighed, nodded, and weakly went back to sit down.

"I think, I know what you're thinking, Mr. Saruman, now you can say it, right? What is the purpose of your late night visit to the Ministry of Magic? "

Fudge thought that Rita had been called by Altaïr, and he glanced at Rita helplessly, only hoping that this woman would be more reliable when writing the manuscript.

Rita originally wanted to interview Altaïr, but I don't know why, when Altaïr's eyes looked at her, Rita felt a powerful and incomparable power attack, even making her soul tremble.

Looking at the other party's indifferent gaze, Rita knew that the other party was warning herself to let her do her job, so Rita was smart and did not say anything.

"Since Miss Rita is here, then... Our conversation could indeed continue. "

Altaïr took a sip of hot tea unhurriedly, and after putting down the cup, he stroked the Qi Ring on his hand and slowly spoke:

"On Christmas Eve, I went to see Dumbledore, he's a nice wizard... So I asked him to do something for me, but now, almost two months have passed, and Dumbledore has not received any useful news..."

"So, I'm going to trouble the Ministry, and you, Miss Rita, I like your coverage."

Rita, who was suddenly named, was shocked, and then overjoyed, with a smile on her face. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"You are really discerning, Mr. Saruman... In fact, I also have some questions for you, may I ask the Holy White Council..."

"Huh?"

Altaïr snorted softly, and Rita's face immediately turned pale.

The dark and evil aura of the Supreme Ring surged towards Rita, and almost instantly, various terrible nightmares appeared in front of Rita's eyes, fortunately, this breath came and went quickly, but in just a few seconds, Rita returned to normal.

But her body still trembled involuntarily.

Altaïr waved his hand, and a soft white light fell on Rita, healing her heart, because he still needed to use her report to ferment the matter.

“.. Thank... Thank you..."

This nasty woman was completely surrendered at this time, and did not dare to have any other thoughts.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead on the opposite side, just that feeling...

This serious wizard in front of him seemed to turn into a demon in an instant...

"Sure enough, it's really a dark wizard!"

Fudge swallowed his saliva, picked up the teacup and took a sip, before looking at Altaïr and saying:

"You... You continue. "

"I hope that the Ministry of Magic, and the Daily Prophet, can mobilize their own power to help me find a trace of a friend... His name is Gandalf, and he may be dressed in a gray robe or a white robe... After all, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know what he is like now..."

A portrait suddenly appeared in front of Altaïr, which was exactly Gandalf's appearance.

What makes Fudge and Rita curious is that this Gandalf is not holding a wand... Instead, he held (Li Zhao) a long sword that looked very sharp...

However, after what happened just now, they obviously wouldn't be stupid enough to ask why, but Rita still raised her hand with some hesitation.

Altaïr glanced at her, nodded, and signaled that she could speak, and Rita sighed in relief and quickly asked:

"This... Is this Mr. Gandalf the one who created the magic of the Aria of Light? "

"That's him... It was because that magic appeared at Hogwarts that I went to Dumbledore in the hope that he would find Gandalf, but unfortunately, he didn't find anything..."

"Gandalf's traces are hard to find, and if it was before, it would have been fine, but now it's too late... Darkness is about to fall again, so the search for Gandalf must be done as soon as possible. "

A look of nostalgia appeared on Altaïr's face at the right time, and he seemed to recall it before continuing:

"Gandalf was a great wizard... The hero who saves the world, if you can't find him..."

Altaïr looked at Fudge, his eyes showed a strange color, and the demagogic power of the Supreme Ring was quietly activated, and slowly said:

"If you can't find him, this world will be shrouded in the shadow of Mordor!" Never a day sentence! "。