Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"Here it is again..."

Dumbledore didn't want to take Rita, but looked at Fudge.

"Under the reporter's questioning, Headmaster Dumbledore fled, and it can be seen that he is evading answering the reporter's question, which can't help but remind people whether there is another secret in the case of the theft of the Philosopher's Stone..."

"According to people familiar with the matter, if the mysterious man returns, the biggest beneficiary or ~ Dumbledore..."

Rita took care of the manuscript of the writer, and Dumbledore took a deep breath, holding back his anger.

And Fudge also sobered up from his chaotic thoughts at this time, he looked at Dumbledore, and then at Rita, who was spoiled by the scenery, and issued an eviction order:

"Lady Rita, Dumbledore and I still have some things to discuss, so I won't send you!" Also, I don't want to see any bad news about the Ministry of Magic in tomorrow's Daily Prophet, and I don't want to report anything about Voldemort! Otherwise, I will personally go to your editor-in-chief! "

Rita opened her mouth and finally snorted softly.

She knew that her last report made Fudge very faceless, so Fudge had gone to the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, but because Rita's report was very hot at that time, the editor-in-chief did not treat her well.

However, it is still a vague reminder to her, although this time it is pressed down, the next time should not be too much.

After all, the Daily Prophet can't afford to mess with the Ministry of Magic.

However, as for whether it will be reported, it depends on how they discuss it in the end.

Rita picked up the portrait left by Altaïr on the table and asked:

"What about the reports about Gandalf? Mr. Saruman made us cooperate! "

"Just send out normal tracing reports, the Ministry will issue a bounty, and any clue about Gandalf will be rewarded... If someone could provide Mr. Gandalf's address, the Ministry of Magic would apply for a third-class medal from Sir Merlin's order! "

"As for what Saruman said about Sauron... A brief report, but it must be specifically noted, this is not a statement from the Ministry of Magic, we have no evidence, just Saruman's personal remarks. "

Fudge threatens Rita, who rolls her eyes and turns to leave.

After Rita left, Fudge looked at Dumbledore with a wry smile:

"Did Voldemort really steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"That's right... Indeed, you should know that Hogwarts changed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the previous professor Quirrell, he is Voldemort's man..."

Dumbledore did not hide it, because he knew that he could not hide it, and since Saruman had told this matter, then simply take this opportunity to prepare the Ministry of Magic.

"Alas!"

Fudge seemed to be ten years old in an instant.

No matter how terrifying Saruman's Sauron was, he hadn't experienced it after all.

And although Voldemort is a small role in Saruman's mouth, Fudge really came under Voldemort's terrorist activities.

"So what do we do?"

Fudge asked Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic panicked at the moment.

"I think we have to block Voldemort's news, otherwise the world will be in chaos..."

Fudge was so intent on blocking the news that he had finally picked up this opportunity to become Minister of Magic from Barty Crouch, and it had only been a year since he had done it.

Do you want to remove him from power?

No! No!

"Take it easy, man."

Dumbledore could see that Fudge was nervous, and he calmed his emotions.

"It's actually not that bad, the Philosopher's Stone was sealed by me in a special way, Voldemort's state is not good, he wants to get the Philosopher's Stone, it will take at least half a year, if he is unlucky, it may even take a year or more."

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Fudge was completely relieved.

"Then we will take advantage of this time to secretly search, we must find where Quirrell is hiding, and find the Philosopher's Stone back... Does Mr. Nicolame have any special way to find the location of the Philosopher's Stone? "

Dumbledore shook his head and said rather distressedly:

"It's a pity, there was originally, but the Philosopher's Stone was sealed by me, and he can't find it now."

The Order of the Phoenix had been looking for Quirrell with all its might during this time, but he seemed to have evaporated, and there was no news at all.

Dumbledore suspected that he might have left England, perhaps Romania, or Italy, or even Europe.

"Always found, always found."

Fudge muttered and asked:

"And what about Saruman, what about what he said? I know you should have been given more information than I did, Dumbledore, tell me, is the situation really as serious as he says? "

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and nodded:

"I think so... Old friend, from the information I have obtained, there is indeed a guy named Sauron... I don't know his identity, but I think Voldemort... Or an even more evil being than him. "

"Supreme Ring, that's what Sauron created, I don't know how powerful he is, how many evil wizards he has, but in short, there should be many people working for him."

"Although these people have never appeared, but the same... Haven't the Hobbits, the Man-Eating Goblins, Ent, the Flame Demon, and the spider in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts never appeared before? So maybe sometime, they'll pop up..."

Fudge's face became ugly again.

Knowing that so many tricky things would happen, he might as well not be the Minister of Magic in the first place.

"So shall we explain this to others? As Saruman hoped. "

"You just handled it very well, for the time being, only reveal the news of Gandalf, as for Sauron's affairs, there are still too many doubts, let's take him as a rumor, let the people in the wizarding world get used to it first, and wait until he really appears, or his subordinates really appear." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Although Dumbledore told Fudge so, he already planned to select some suitable people to join the Order of the Phoenix.

Fudge thought about it, and it seemed that this was the only way.

The two discussed a lot of things, and it was almost early in the morning that Dumbledore left the Ministry.

Ask for flowers

At this time, Altaïr had come to northern Norway, an island in the Arctic Ocean.

Altaïr didn't expect Quirrell to be able to run so much, and when he checked Quirrell's location through the Ihil spar, Altaïr was shocked.

This guy actually went to the Arctic Ocean and became a neighbor with fishermen.

Looking at the slightly dilapidated village in front of him, Altaïr walked to the door of one of the families and knocked lightly.

After a long time, a voice came from inside, and the door was opened, revealing Quirrell's face:

"Who... Mr. Saruman? "

Quirrell, who had been sleepy-eyed, immediately widened his eyes, a little nervous, and a little excited to look at Altaïr.

"Why are you here?"

Quirrell asked in surprise, and then quickly explained:

"I'm not questioning you... You, as a wise man, a prophet, naturally know that I am hiding here, I mean, you came to me, what is the matter? "

Quirrell let open the door and invited Altaïr into the room.

Altaïr looked around, it was a very ordinary village house, and there were many Muggle supplies and fishing equipment in it.

Not wanting to attract anyone's attention, Quirrell didn't kill the original Muggle owner, he just controlled him with the Reaper Curse and made him live in another room.

In the middle of the room, a huge mirror is placed.

It was the Mirror of Eris.

Altaïr turned around, glanced at Quirrell, and asked:

"Quirrell, do you want the Philosopher's Stone? I can help you! "

When Quirrell heard this, his body trembled with surprise, and his eyes showed a strong longing, looked at Altaïr, and said excitedly:

"Mr. Saruman! Would you like to help me?! "

Quirrell was so happy.

If Saruman could help him, he wouldn't need to hide in this cold and broken place, and he would be afraid every day, not only to study this strange mirror, but also to be discovered by Dumbledore's people.

Mr. Saruman, what a good man!!

"Then you... What do you want me to do? "

Quirrell knew that there would be no pie in the world, and there was no lunch in the world for nothing, so he knew very well that the other party must need to do something himself to come here to find him.

"Let Voldemort talk to me."

Altaïr said lightly, Quirrell nodded, carefully removed the turban, briefly talked to Voldemort, and turned around.

"Saruman..."

At this time, Voldemort's state was even worse, firstly because he did not have unicorn blood, and secondly, because of Nagini's affairs.

And because of Nagini's affairs, Voldemort looked at Altaïr with anger and vague fear in his eyes.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Voldemort's voice was hoarse and weakly asked.

A smile appeared at the corner of Altaïr's mouth, his majestic gaze swept over Voldemort, and he spoke gently:

"I can help you remove the Philosopher's Stone and heal your injuries... But, Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, I want you to do things for me! "。