"What about that Gollum? Where did he go? "

Altaïr looked around, Gollum didn't appear directly like a notebook, Altaïr didn't know where the system dropped him.

In case he was thrown into the Muggle world, Altaïr could imagine the consequences.

A strange-looking humanoid creature who is not yet mentally normal, and often mutters in a grim tone: "myprecious!"

It's a tingling in the scalp just thinking about it.

"Smeago has not yet been extracted, and the host can choose any location to drop (only in the wizarding world)."

"Please note that Smeagol has a one-month shelf life, and after the character summon is updated, Smeago will be automatically placed in the surrounding area of the host."

The system's answer sounded, Altaïr breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, Gollum this guy seems to be of little use to him in the future.

And the hobbit has no magical ability, Gollum is a neurotic, it is useless to keep it, and he always wants to grab the Supreme Ring, so don't keep it.

"Put Gollum in Azkaban."

Altaïr voiced his choice.

"Ding!"

"Smeago has been successfully cast into Azkaban!"

Hearing the system's prompt, Altaïr expressed satisfaction.

But then he thought that it seemed that tomorrow was Harry Potter's birthday, and if he threw Gollum in front of Harry Potter at midnight tonight, I don't know what would happen?

Harry Potter closed his eyes and made a wish, and when he opened his eyes, he found a pair of big eyes staring at him, and then said to him:

"My darling!"

It's fun to think about.

"It's a pity, Harry Potter is not in the wizarding world now."

Altaïr shook his head and smiled, not thinking much about it, and instead took out the notebook that had just been put into the space.

Originally, he couldn't understand the ancient spells recorded on it, but after unlocking the ability of the Supreme Ring Necromancer, Altaïr could suddenly understand it.

Altaïr studied Saruman's notes in the room without mentioning, the distant waters of the North Sea.

An isolated island stands on the cold sea, and a dark castle stands on the cliff of an isolated island, which is the famous Azkaban in the wizarding world.

Outside the castle, countless dementors circled and flew.

In a room on the third floor, a humanoid creature similar to a house-elf suddenly appeared here, his two eyes were like light bulbs, yellow-green, with a head with only a few hairs and an ugly face, which looked very strange.

"Which is it?"

Gollum leaned over and cautiously looked at the unfamiliar environment.

"This is a conspiracy!"

Another voice came out of Gollum's mouth, sounding sad.

"This is a Baggins' conspiracy! He's a thief! Despicable, impudent thief! He stole our treasure! My baby! "

"Yes, baby!"

"My darling!"

Gollum's eyes turned green and emitted a faint glow, and he spun around in place a few times and took a hard sip.

"It must be Baggins! He found the elves and cast a spell to lock us up here! "

Gollum was cursing viciously, and the figure of a woman suddenly came out of his field of vision from the darkness in the corner, the woman's hair was messy and looked dirty, and at this time she looked straight at him, with a malicious look in her eyes.

"It's really... It's amazing, hahahaha. "

The woman stared at Gollum and slowly spoke.

Her voice seemed to be the sound of the friction of a corpse that had just crawled out of the grave, and even a dark grunt made her scalp tingle.

"A house-elf? No..."

The woman came over, staring viciously at Gollum with a pair of eyes, and shouted:

"What the hell are you? Goblin? Or is it a human being who has been cursed by some kind? "

"Who is Baggins? What treasure did he steal? How did you end up here! "

Gollum carefully stepped back until behind him was the cold stone wall of the castle, there was no way to retreat, he quickly crouched, picked up a sharp gravel, and looked at the woman in front of him viciously.

"Mine! That's my baby! "

"Your baby? Hahahaha. "

The woman laughed maniacally, took out a worn-out wand out of nowhere, and suddenly reached out to Gollum, grinning, and her smile became more and more grim.

"Drill the heart and cut the bone!"

The howl of grunting pain along with Bellatrix's maniacal laughter resounded throughout Azkaban, and the initiator of it all, in the warm room of Shelby Manor Castle, tried his magic.

"Low-level undead creation!"

"Skeleton Warrior Summoned!"

As Altaïr waved his hand gently, a ghost light flashed, and immediately after, a skeleton warrior about two meters tall appeared in front of Altaïr.

His bones were very thick, and his two pale hand bones still held weapons, a rusty iron sword and a log shield, and it could be seen that he should have been a powerful warrior when he was alive.

The skeleton warrior's two eye sockets shone with dark green ghost fire, and it stood motionless in front of Altaïr.

"Not bad."

Altaïr nodded in satisfaction, this skeleton warrior looked quite strong, at least not the kind of osteoporotic tattered skeleton soldier.

Altaïr controlled the skeleton warrior's activities again, the speed and strength were far beyond ordinary people, a skeleton warrior must have no problem dealing with four or five Muggles at the same time, and although the weapon looked rusty, it was actually quite sharp, and there was a tetanus bonus, and the combat power should not be underestimated.

After testing, Altaïr lifted the magic, and the skeleton warrior disappeared with a bang.

There are many ancient spells recorded in Saruman's notes, including some necromancy.

And the necromancer's ability did not disappoint Altaïr, he just studied it simply, and he completely mastered the low-level undead creation just now, and he could even achieve the degree of wandless casting.

The more wizards with mana, the more skeleton warriors will be summoned, and if the magic is enough, it is very simple to summon thousands at once.

"In addition to summoning skeletons, there are zombies, Lichs, death knights, bone dragons... Well, it looks pretty simple, but I don't have enough magic..."

Altaïr's control over necromancy was beyond his imagination, and after simply looking through it for a while, he felt that he had mastered these magics, but his magic was not enough to test them.

In addition to undead magic, Saruman's notes also have some spells about holy light magic, natural magic and elemental magic, Altaïr briefly looked through some, although it is not as quick to grasp as necromancy, but he has a feeling that as long as he delves deeper, he can still master it quickly.

"Worthy of the Supreme Ring! No, it should be said that it is worthy of the demon king Sauron, after all, the necromancer is Sauron's talent. "

Altaïr glanced at the time, put his notes away, sighed, and went downstairs to eat.

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