Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Chapter 300 For The Tribe, Orcs Will Never Be Slaves!! (Subscribe)

“That guy Cassandra hasn’t become a prefect yet, so he shouldn’t be guarding the door…”

Artel got out of bed quietly, and suddenly, one after another purring sounded in Artel’s ear.

A drill, a tractor.

“Is there really no sudden death?”

Artel murmured, quietly came to the door, and listened with his ears sideways.

Well, couldn’t hear anything but the grunts of two fat guys.

Artel didn’t bring the One Ring, and he wasn’t sure if Gandalf would find out when he used the One Ring, so he simply cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

With his current level of mental power, in the entire Hogwarts, only Gandalf can see through it, not Dumbledore.

Opening the door, Artel stuck his head out to take a look. The lounge was silent and empty.

“No, hehehe.”

Artel was relieved, closed the door carefully, and left the lounge.

In Cassandra’s bedroom, the moment Artel opened the lounge, Cassandra, who was still sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes.

“Anyone on a night tour?! Could it be Artel?”

In the darkness, Cassandra’s eyes lit up.

In order to catch the Artel Night Tour, Cassandra specially customized a magic prop during her summer vacation.

There is no special function, just a magic prop similar to a sensor, one is placed on the door of the Slytherin lounge, and the other is placed on her bed.

At a certain time, if the gate is opened, the magic item on Kassandra’s side will give her feedback.

“If it’s Artel, hum.

Cassandra snorted maliciously and glanced at the time.

It is one o’clock in the evening.

“Let you go out for a night tour…”

Cassandra tidied up some scattered pajamas, then straightened her hair and quietly left the bedroom.

Coming to Artel’s bedroom, Cassandra gently pulled the door open.

“It must be Artel!

Cassandra was a little excited, she closed the door with an inexplicable smile on her face.

Then Cassandra came to the sofa in the common room, sat down half-reclining, thought about it, and then pulled up her nightdress. In the darkness, a pair of slender white legs were looming…

Artel didn’t know that Cassandra was already waiting for him to go back. He secretly came to the statue of the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor, and followed the passage behind the statue to the cellar of the Honey Duke candy store.

The place is abandoned, and the Honeyduke Candy Shop is currently closed because the owner died in the last incident of the Witch-king of Angmar.

The proprietress was very sad and left the village with the child, but the shop is still here, maybe she will come back.

Looking at the cellar full of spider webs, Artel sighed slightly, and felt a little emotional for a while.

He sighed and cast Apparate, and the next moment, Artel appeared on the back hill of Shelby Manor.

After waiting for a while, Lutz ran out from the depths of the forest.

“Owner.”

Luerz was wearing a leather armor and carrying the elf bow drawn by Artel behind him. After seeing Artel, Luerz greeted him excitedly.

Before Artel went to school, he left Ruerz in the back hill of Shelby Manor and let him guard here.

In the entire Shelby Manor, except for him, only Jimmy knew about it, because Jimmy had to bring food to Ruerz. This guy has a big appetite and can eat a cow a day.

Of course, Artel and Jimmy had said that if there was something the family couldn’t solve, they could come to Ruerz.

For Muggles, Rutz is enough to be called a god.

With a bow and arrow, this guy can shoot down planes in the sky… and his skin is so thick that bullets can’t penetrate it…

“What happened recently?”

Artel asked.

“No. 99

Luerz shook his head blankly, with a silly and cute feeling.

“Okay, I’ll call an orc in a moment to help me control it.

Artel didn’t care either, he turned on the system and chose to throw Goth Mog in front of him.

In the next second, a crack appeared in the void.

Goth-mog’s fat body appeared in front of Artel and Ruiz.

Ruerz was stunned for a moment and recognized it:

“Goth Morg? Isn’t this Morgul’s lieutenant?”

Ruiz had been to Morgul when he followed Saruman in Middle-earth, so he knew this guy.

“Humph!

Gossmogg snorted twice, opened his eyes, saw Ruerz in front of him, and was stunned for a while.

“Rulz? You dare to attack me?”

Gothmog remembered that he was eating barbecue with a group of brothers in the camp of Mordor, accompanied by a bonfire, and he was taken away for some reason.

“What did Saruman mean?”

Goth Mog stood up, and Artel, who was beside him, didn’t even pay attention to him. A human child is just food.

“Hehehe, Gossmogg, my old friend, this is not Saruman…”

There was a smile on Ruerz’s face, and he opened his arms as if to embrace Goth-mog.

Gossmog looked at him suspiciously, but he didn’t refuse when he saw Ruerz’s bow and arrow behind him.

Ruerz hugged Gossmog, patted its back, and then his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he wanted to bring Gossmogo down with one hug.

“I’ve been guarding you for a long time…”

Goth-Magog gave a wicked laugh.

Orcs in general are definitely not the opponents of strong orcs like Ruerz, but who is Goth Mog?

He is Morgul’s lieutenant, and Sauron himself gave him power!

Gossmog stepped on the ground with force on his legs, the muscles of his two arms bulged high, and lumps of flesh were like boulders.

However, before the words of 120 Goth Mog were finished, and the force had not been initiated, he felt a force behind him, which made his scalp feel numb.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Artel crouched down and looked at it, nodding in satisfaction.

“The head is still very hard, and the ordinary half-orc was directly smashed…”

A smile flashed in Artel’s eyes, his magic power was intertwined under the mobilization of mental power, turned into a contract, and then printed it into Goth Mogg’s head.

He felt a strong sense of resistance, but at this time Artel had already brought the Ring of Fire, and the huge mental power destroyed Goth Mog’s resistance.

When he reappeared, Artel’s hand was on Goth Mog’s body, and the latter lowered his eyebrows, like an obedient puppy.

“The Witch King Angmar is in the big lake not far ahead, and you will make some noise here to attract him… As for the argument, just follow what I told you before, remember? ”

“remember……”

Goth Mogg nodded his head, heard a slap beside him, and looked outside, Artel had disappeared.

“What do you mean by what the master told me to shout…”

Goth Mog scratched his head, looked at the great lake in the distance, a light flashed in his eyes, then took a deep breath and roared loudly:

“For the Horde!! For Victory!! Morgul will never be slaves!!”