116 A Heavy Price

The conflict had ended swiftly, and when Artel returned to Hogwarts, only a couple of hours had passed since his departure.

"You don't look well," Hermione observed during dinner, her concern evident in her gaze.

Artel's complexion was pallid, drained from the mental exertion he'd endured. He knew he'd need at least a week to recover from the strain. He didn't wanted to hurt those innocent people but sometimes you have to grit you teeth and do it. For his future plans this was a crucial step.

"I experienced a mishap during my spell practice, resulting in a mental backlash. I think I'll need some rest for the next week," Artel explained, trying to reassure Hermione as he took a sip of juice to revive his spirits.

"Why don't you visit the school's medical office? I recall they have something akin to a rejuvenation potion..." Hermione suggested, her worry evident in her diminished appetite.

Recognizing Hermione's genuine concern, Artel agreed to her suggestion, knowing that without reassurance, she might have struggled with insomnia throughout the night.

"Alright, let's go after we finish dinner. Eat quickly," Artel urged, eager to address his fatigue.

Following dinner, Artel accompanied Hermione to the infirmary. After a brief inquiry into his condition, Madam Pomfrey administered a potion – bitter and foul-smelling – which Artel reluctantly drank. Yet, despite the unpleasant taste, he felt a surge of clarity in his mind, and his depleted mental reserves began to replenish.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey," Artel expressed his gratitude, to which the matron responded with a casual smile.

"It's my duty. Rest well when you return, and avoid overexerting your magical abilities for a while. You'll be back to yourself soon," Madam Pomfrey advised before attending to other students in need.

As Hermione assisted Artel out of the infirmary, he couldn't help but reflect on the strange phenomenon of students prolonging their stay in the medical wing when Nagini was its occupant. With Nagini gone, they remained, nursing their injuries long after they should have healed.

Hermione guided Artel to the entrance of the basement, a silent support in his time of need.

"Go back and get some rest, good night, and sleep well."

"You too, good night."

With a nod, Hermione watched Artel enter the common room before turning to make her way back to the Gryffindor tower.

Artel returned to his bedroom, sinking onto the bed with a soft sigh.

Though he hadn't managed to save Tashan, he had collected a substantial amount of its blood for experimental purposes.

The demise of War Mumak came at the hands of a formidable wizard named Agilbert Fontana, who intervened in the midst of battle.

Artel later discovered that Fontana was the esteemed headmaster of the North American Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a figure of great renown in the North American magical community, surpassing even Dumbledore in stature.

Prior to his tenure as headmaster, Fontana had served as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for over two decades, possessing formidable skills in dark magic that Artel's light shield spell struggled to counter.

Recognizing Tashan's overwhelming destructive potential, Fontana swiftly dispatched the creature with an unknown dark magic, without hesitation.

However, prior to its demise, Tashan had wrought devastation upon the Walls building and two adjacent neighborhoods.

Following Tashan's demise, Fontana joined the siege against Artel alongside other wizards.

Both sides engaged in a relentless battle, with Artel summoning three bone dragons, three Lich Kings, and ten death knights, unleashing large-scale undead magic that resurrected fallen wizards to fight for him.

This unconventional magic threw the members of the Magical Congress into disarray, resulting in many wizards falling to the hands of their revived comrades before they could react.

The conflict was brutal, resulting in extensive damage to the Magical Congress. Nearly every notable figure, including the president of the Congress and key department heads, perished in the chaos.

"From now on, the name Saruman will become a forbidden utterance in the wizarding world... None will dare to speak it lightly..."

"In light of this, matters concerning Sauron and Gandalf will likely garner significant attention?"

"After all, Saruman and Sauron still lurk in the shadows, their threat far from extinguished..."

.....

Artel entered the system space, his heart pounding with anticipation. Each month, the summoning permissions were updated, and now it was time to make his choice. With a silent prayer, he made his selection.

"System, draw the Lord of the Rings items."

A chime rang out, signaling success.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have successfully extracted the item [Glamdring]! The unlock rate of the Supreme Lord of the Rings has increased by 3%!]

Another notification followed.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, the unlock degree of the Supreme Lord of the Rings has reached 30%, and the reward plot points X1000!]

Artel's spirit soared with delight. He hadn't anticipated such a bountiful harvest this month. Not only did he obtain the Glamdring, but he also received extra bonus plot points.

The description of Glamdring appeared before him.

•••

[Glamdring (enemy fencing)]

In the First Age, legendary swords were forged by the elves of Gondolin. Among them was the sword of Turgon, the High King of Noldor and King of Gondolin, later wielded by Gandalf the wizard.

Note 1: Wielding Glamdring earns the title [Melee Mage]: Physical fitness and melee skills are greatly improved.

Note 2: Glamdring possesses extraordinary lethality against Orcs, beasts, Balrogs, magical creatures, and dark attribute items.

Note 3: Glamdring is a necessary item for summoning Gandalf.

•••

"Sure enough, it was Gandalf's weapon..." Artel murmured, his mind conjuring images of Gandalf wielding the mighty sword.

He drew the sword from its scabbard, admiring the sharp, cold light that danced along its blade. As he gazed upon it, he felt a piercing sensation in his soul.

The hilt of Glamdring was adorned with an unknown gem, likely a treasure of the elves, imbuing the sword with incredible power. Inscribed upon the blade were mystical runes, adding to its mystique.

Artel grasped the hilt, feeling its power surge through him. Indeed, his strength and agility had noticeably increased, and the sword felt like an extension of himself, ready to unleash its potential with each swing.

"This sword not only boosts my abilities but also has advantages against various enemies and dark artifacts... Isn't it akin to the sword of Gryffindor?"

With a sense of satisfaction, Artel sheathed Glamdring. Obtaining this sword was a pleasant surprise, especially considering its significance in summoning Gandalf. It would have cost a fortune in plot points to acquire it from the mall.

He resolved to keep the sword for himself or entrust it to his most loyal subordinates, as it was too valuable to entrust to others.

"Summon the Lord of the Rings characters!" Artel declared, his excitement still palpable as he prepared to continue.

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