Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Altaïr came out of the dormitory and saw a girl of his age in the Slytherin common room.

Tanned hair, with a sense of arrogance, looks okay, but the eyes are a little uncomfortable.

Altaïr knew about this girl, her name was Pansy Parkinson, and she seemed to have had an affair with Draco for a while, but she was never able to marry him, and this girl was a strong supporter of Draco.

Pansy was waiting for Malfoy, heard someone coming downstairs, looked up happily, and when he saw that it was Altaïr, he showed a look of disgust:

"Although the prefect said that Slytherin does not recruit pure-blood wizards, in the eyes of many people, some people really do not deserve to be here."

"That's right, I think so too, especially those Xiao Bichi who think they are superior."

Altaïr replied, without looking at her, and left the lounge.

Pansy's face flushed, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

The dirty words she has been exposed to since childhood are nothing more than lowly, dirty mudblood and the like, where have she heard the word Bichi, but without Altaïr's explanation, she naturally knows the meaning and meaning of this word.

"I won't let you go!"

Pansy endured for a long time, but finally did not hold back and screamed.

Altaïr had now left the basement and arrived in the Great Hall to prepare breakfast, he sat down at the long table in Slytherin, and several senior snakes saw him and smiled politely in return.

Of course, most people just looked at him coldly.

And the little Slytherin wizard, who was also in the first year, only glanced at him, no one said hello, and no one came over, after all, everyone was not familiar.

Altaïr certainly doesn't care about this, living in Shelby Manor, he has had few friends since he was a child.

"Breakfast!"

Altaïr shouted to the plate in front of him, and all kinds of breakfast appeared in front of Altaïr, he chose a piece of baked toast, a boiled potato, a glass of hot milk, and two omelettes.

"It's a convenient place."

Altaïr took a sip of milk and sighed, and the house-elves were good at cooking, and the taste of these breakfasts was still very much to his taste.

A simple boiled potato, Altaïr actually eats a different flavor.

Altaïr was eating breakfast when Hermione walked into the Great Hall.

The Gryffindor wizards greeted her warmly, and several young first-year wizards waved her over to eat, but Hermione saw Altaïr alone.

She paused slightly, then smiled apologetically at the other little wizards and came to sit down next to Altaïr.

"Breakfast!"

Hermione slapped the table, and some breakfast appeared in front of her.

"You shouldn't be sitting here."

Altaïr turned to look at Hermione, the little girl seemed to be in good spirits, and Altaïr could tell her excitement and nervousness.

"I like it."

Hermione said stubbornly, picked up a piece of toast and ate it quietly.

Since Hermione was willing to accompany her, Altaïr would not refuse, but before he could speak, Pansy on the opposite side spoke strangely.

"Hmph! You like it? This is the place of Slytherin! Why are you a Gryffindor? I don't understand politeness at all, no wonder with that Mudblood..."

Pansy's words were not finished.

Altaïr had already raised his hand and pointed his wand at her.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

A flash of light flashed, and the expression on Pansy's face changed from shock to horror, her tongue glued to her palate, no matter how hard she tried, she could no longer make a sound.

The little wizards around were in an uproar, and they jumped up with some fear.

The Gema level had a headache on his face and hurriedly walked over.

"This is really... It's too much. "

Gemma muttered and threw out a spell with her wand, but unfortunately it had no effect.

"Is this a curse? How could you, a little wizard of first grade..."

Gemma looked at Altaïr in amazement, he didn't expect that he couldn't unlock the spell of a little first-year wizard, which made him feel a little humiliated as a prefect.

What happened here quickly caught the attention of the professors, and Dumbledore, Snape, and Professor McGonagall all walked over.

Snape glanced at Pansy, who was under the spell, with a somewhat strange expression on his face, and then with a little wand, Pansy found that his tongue had recovered.

"Ahhh!! You mud..."

Pansy yelled, but was scolded by Snape.

"Shut up! Miss Pansy Parkinson! I don't want to hear that word again! Otherwise you will be severely punished for this! "

Snape glared at Pansy, startling her and muttering without speaking again.

Then Snape looked at Altaïr and asked

"Where did you learn this curse?"

Tongue sealing was a spell he invented when he was in school and has not been passed down.

"I researched it myself."

Altaïr didn't lie, he only knew Snape's spell, and the casting of the spell only knew that the spell was not good, but Altaïr had the talent of Sauron, especially in the dark magic, curse, and was even more amazing.

In this world, Altaïr recognizes the second, and no one dares to recognize the first.

So he only thought about it a little, and he restored the entire spell and was able to cast it successfully, which was easier for him than drinking water.

You have to reach for the water, and you only need to think about it to restore the spell.

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