Hogwarts wizards who signed in to Middle-earth.

Chapter 68: White Society

What kind of requirement is this?
Dui was speechless.

Exchanging a magic wand for an elf gem, what's the difference between this and giving it away for free?

Then, in front of Dewi's surprised eyes, Galadriel gently cut the hair with her hand, and a strand of bright golden hair emitting silver light fell into her hand.

"Elrond told me the ingredients needed for a wand. These will serve as the core materials for Arwen and the others' wands."

Dui took the strand of hair and felt the stars shining in his hands.

It is truly worthy of being the hair that even Fëanor, the creator of the Silmarils, once requested as a gift. As a light elf who had bathed in the glory of the Two Trees and the most powerful elf in Middle-earth, even a few strands of his hair carried extraordinary power.

Dewi was surprised and delighted. There were five strands of hair in total, three of which could be used to make wands for Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen.

Of the remaining two, one can be used to make Gandalf's wand.

But the remaining one is a gift.

He also benefited from Arwen and others and received an honor that even Fëanor, the forger of the Silmarils, did not have.

Dui picked up a leaf next to him, used transfiguration to turn it into an exquisite silk handkerchief, carefully wrapped the strand of hair, put it in his arms, and then solemnly promised Galadriel.

"Ma'am, don't worry. I will definitely make a powerful wand for His Highness Arwen and the others."

Galadriel smiled upon hearing this.

But in this wonderful atmosphere, there are always people who ruin it.

"Gandalf, why did you bring an irrelevant person to such an important occasion? This is getting more and more out of line."

An old voice with a somewhat sarcastic tone came from not far away.

A tall and slightly thin old man in a white robe appeared, holding a staff and with a cold and majestic look on his face.

Gandalf's expression changed instantly when he saw Galadriel's happy face, but he still had to force a smile and turned to nod politely to the visitor: "Saruman, long time no see."

Then he took the initiative to introduce Dui: "This is my friend, the black-robed wizard Dui'er. He is not an irrelevant person. I brought him to the meeting this time for a reason..."

"A black wizard?" Saruman interrupted Gandalf, his sharp eyes scanning Dewi, then revealing a look of contempt. "Gandalf, when did you get to know such a third-rate sorcerer? Just because you learned a few magic tricks, you dare to call yourself a black wizard?"

Gandalf took a deep breath and gave Dewi an apologetic look.

Saruman has always been at odds with Gandalf, and Dewi was completely implicated this time.

Due shook his head slightly at Gandalf, not caring much about Saruman's mockery and belittlement.

He looked directly at the white-robed wizard in front of him, his expression without any fear or timidity.

"Mr. Saruman, my name as a wizard comes from my exploits in slaying barrows, trolls, and orcs. It was given to me by the people of Eriador. You do not seem to be qualified to judge."

Anyway, he had already seen the end of Saruman and was not afraid of offending him.

As the only white-robed wizard among the five wizards who took the initiative to come to Middle-earth, Saruman has the strongest strength and status, and is also the leader of the White Council.

But Saruman was narrow-minded and had a small heart. After learning that the shipbuilder Cirdan gave the Ring of Fire, Narya, of the Three Rings of the Elves to Gandalf instead of him, he became very jealous of Gandalf and had always been at odds with Gandalf.

He even secretly desired to forge a Power Ring that surpassed the Three Rings of the Elves. However, Saruman lacked Sauron's forging skills to create a powerful Power Ring, so he turned his attention to the One Ring that Sauron had lost.

He once tried to find the One Ring in the Anduin River, where the One Ring was lost.

But in the end nothing was found.

Although Saruman has not yet fallen into darkness and colluded with the devil Sauron.

But before long, he should be able to use the Crystal of True Knowledge in his hand to collude with the Demon Lord Sauron.

So Deuil had no respect for Saruman.

Not to mention that because of the conflict with Gandalf, Saruman wanted to take his anger out on him.

Dui has no intention of accepting his fate.

Saruman frowned and looked displeased when he saw that Dewi dared to openly retort him.

However, due to his status as the leader of the White Dao Society, he simply expelled them in a cold voice: "Leave this place, you irrelevant people. This is not the place for you."

"Saruman, I invited Doir here," Gandalf said in a deep voice. "He is related to what I am talking about. He is a witness of the Nazgûl and a powerful helper!"

"Nazgûl? Gandalf, are you kidding?" Saruman sneered. "During the Battle of Mordor, these Ringwraiths disappeared along with Sauron's defeat. And now you say you and this third-rate wizard have seen the Nazgûl?"

"But the fact is, not long ago when we were passing through the Barrow-Downs, we encountered the Witch-king of Angmar who was possessed by a wight!" Gandalf argued.

"And Daregast also brought news that a necromancer appeared in Dol Guldur and that a relic belonging to Mordor—the Blade of Morgul—was discovered."

As he spoke, he took out the Morgul Blade he carried with him and placed it in front of everyone.

Seeing this weapon emitting dark power, Elrond and Galadriel, who had been silent until now, suddenly became serious.

"This is the sword forged for the Witch-king of Angmar," Galadriel recognized it. "After the fall of Angmar, the Men of the North sealed his body and all his belongings beneath the rock in the High Hills of Rhudaur, where they will never see the light of day again."

Elrond also frowned and said in disbelief, "This is impossible. The tomb is sealed with a powerful spell and will never be opened. How did this sword come out of there?"

Both of their eyes turned to Gandalf.

"The seal will not be broken, but what if someone can summon him?" Gandalf said, "You and I both know the master behind him. If that person is willing, he can summon them to his side no matter where they are."

"Nonsense!" Saruman said angrily. "Sauron has been defeated. He can never regain his power."

"The One Ring he relied on was also lost in the Anduin River. Perhaps it had long been washed into the ocean, nowhere to be found. There was no way he could ever return."

"But the problem is, we saw the Witch-king of Angmar, and his power is still strong. Duir encountered him once on the Barrow-Downs, and later we encountered an army of wights under his control on the East Road. We saw it with our own eyes, and I can't be mistaken!"

"This is just your own opinion," Saruman insisted, glancing at Dee again. "Add to that the words of a third-rate wizard with no credibility, and this is not enough evidence."

After being insulted so many times, Dewi was not without temper. He said, "Since the wizard Saruman thinks this is insufficient proof, I do have a way to prove what Gandalf said is true. However, I am afraid you will deny it then."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Dewi, even Gandalf was a little surprised.

(End of this chapter)