Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Don't forget, there are wizards in our team." Kili cleverly brought the topic to Gandalf, "Gandalf must have killed hundreds of dragons in his life."

"No." Gandalf waved his hand awkwardly, "I wouldn't say that."

"I think so too." Aaron sneered, "With hundreds of dragons, the imagination is somewhat rich.

If Gandalf is really so powerful, why organize an adventure team! "

"How many are those?" Dolly asked eagerly.

"what?"

"How many dragons have you killed?"

Gandalf was smoking, choked and speechless.

"Quick! Give us a number."

Gandalf made no answer, and the dwarves quarreled as if drawing a sad answer from his silence.

The scene became very noisy for a while, and the team was in chaos before they set off.

"enough."

Thorin yelled and stood up, and the others fell silent instantly.

"We see the omen, so others can't see it?"

"Sorry, I'll interrupt again.

What is the precursor? "

Thorin glared back at him.

What do the children interject when adults talk?Don't you see that I am rallying the morale of the army?

"The omen says the time has come." Ouyin explained, "There is a prophecy that when the old birds fly to Irubor again, the reign of monsters will come to an end."

"Rumors have begun to spread now that Smaug the Dragon has not been seen for 60 years.

Everyone looked at the lonely mountain in the east, sizing up, pondering, and assessing the risks. Maybe our wealth is left unattended at the moment, should we just sit back and watch them steal it?

Or maybe we should take this opportunity to take back Irubor. "

Thorin roared the last sentence. Encouraged by the leader, the morale of the dwarves was greatly boosted.

But Aaron couldn't help laughing. This adventure may be more difficult than he thought.

If it is said that Smaug took away the homeland of the dwarves 60 years ago, it means that it has lived for at least 60 years, and during the 60 years, people dare not approach it just because of its name.

This is not a simple dragon, at least at the Dragon King level.

"You forgot one thing, the main gate is sealed," said Balin. "We cannot enter the Lonely Mountain."

"Bahrain, that's not quite right." Gandalf flipped his fingers, and a jet-black key appeared in his hand.

Thorin stared straight at the key, and asked in disbelief, "How did you get it?"

"It was given to me by your father, Thorne, who put me in charge, and it's yours now."

Thorin put away the key, as if recalling his father, his eyes couldn't help but get moist.

"If there is a key, there must be a door," Fili said.

Gandalf nodded, pointing to the cipher text on the side of the map, "The runes say that there is a secret passage leading to the lower hall.

It's hard to find though, the dwarf door is invisible when closed.

The answer is hidden somewhere on the map, but I can't decipher it yet, but someone in Middle-earth can. "

"The mission I am planning requires secrecy and extraordinary courage," said Gandalf, looking at Aaron and Bilbo. "If we are careful, we should succeed."

"That's why we need snitches." Ouli said suddenly.

After the words fell, everyone looked at Aaron and Bilbo in unison, and the two of them looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Mr. Baggins, you have also been a snitch!" Aaron teased, "May I ask, are you...professional?"

"I'm not a snitch. I've never stolen anything in my life."

"You're not a snitch." Aaron frowned, then opened his eyes wide in astonishment, "Wait, you don't want me to steal something, do you?"

"Perhaps." Gandalf drew on his cigarette. "If Bilbo doesn't go in my plan, then you'll have to be the Snitch."

"Watfark!" Aaron rolled his eyes, "Is it appropriate for you to bully a child like this?"

"You are not an ordinary child." Gandalf tapped Aaron's sleeve with a tobacco rod, and a black wand fell out, "Humans who can magic are extremely rare even in Middle-earth. Count them."

"Are you a wizard?" Thorin asked unexpectedly.

The others looked at him curiously, especially Bilbo, who realized that his guest seemed to be hiding some secret.

"Uh... don't look at me like that." Aaron smiled and waved his hands, "I misunderstood, I'm not a wizard, I have nothing to do with wizards."

"What about this wand?" Balin asked.

"Ancestral." Aaron opened his mouth and came.

"Hehe!" Sorin sneered, "We are well-informed, but we have never heard of Gaius."

"This is normal. After all, it has been passed down for so many generations." Aaron said and looked at Gandalf angrily. "You also understand that I can't use any magic."

"It's okay, this adventure may inspire your potential."

Aaron:  …

It's not over, is it?

"But I never stole anything.

Even with this experience, how much memory do you think my brain can hold now? "

"That's why I put you on the bench." Gandalf took a drag on his cigarette. "It's mainly up to Bilbo."

"Me?" Bilbo pointed to himself blankly. "Are you sure you're looking for the right person?"

"certainly.

Hobbits are very agile and can come and go without a trace.

Moreover, the dragon is too familiar with the smell of dwarves, but has never smelled the smell of hobbits, which will give us a great advantage. Gandalf looked at Thorin after explaining, "You asked me to find the No. 14 partner of the expedition, and I chose Mr. Baggins.

And I added the No.15 partner, Aaron Gaius, on my own initiative.

They don't look like much, but they can contribute more than you can imagine, you have to believe me on that. "

"Okay!" Sorin nodded slightly, "It's up to you!

Give them the contract. "

Balin took out a folded parchment, "It's just a general contract, outlining the part at your own expense, the time required, honorarium, funeral expenses, etc."

The two looked at each other, then walked to the side to watch.

Contract: cash on delivery.

If there is a profit, each person can get up to one-fifteenth.

"Sounds fair." Bilbo nodded.

"Fair?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Thirteen dwarves, you, me, Gandalf... sixteen people, one fifteenth of each.

Although I am not very good at math, I also know that there is a problem, and it is a big problem.

There are countless murders caused by uneven distribution of spoils in history! "

"Yeah! It should be one-sixteenth."

"Cash on delivery." Sorin said lightly, "I am in charge of receiving the goods, and I am not among the fifteen people.

Besides, it's not stolen money, it's our dwarves' wealth, and we have the right to get it back. "

"Then there's no problem." Aaron smiled and continued to read the rest.

The group will not be responsible for injuries incurred or resulting from the expedition, including but not limited to lacerations.

"Tears?" Bill Bolson paused.

"It's normal, after all, it's stealing under the eyes of the dragon.

If Smaug's claws can't escape... it's a laceration. "

The corners of Bilbo's eyes twitched, and he opened the following: Abdominal organs missing.

"It's normal that some organs might be pulled out if the claws pricked a little deeper. If you're lucky enough to see Smaug's dragon teeth, maybe you don't have to die so painfully, and you'll be done with one bite.

But it doesn't matter, with the hobbit's skill, it is not easy to avoid the minions of the dragon. "

"Ha ha!" Bilbo turned pale. "You have a good sense of humor."

"A lot of people have said that about me."

"Didn't you lose your memory? Do you still remember many people?"

"Amnesia will also recover, but I recover slowly." Yaren said confidently.

Bilbo was speechless, looking at the irresponsible last part of the group, he couldn't help swallowing.

"And burned to death?"

"This...at least you don't have to experience the pain of lacerations and organ loss."

"You're more humorous than I thought." Bilbo put the contract in Aaron's hands, and then squatted down with his hands on his legs, as if he had run a marathon, and his breathing was particularly rapid.

"Are you all right, little brother?" Balin asked.

"It's all right." Bilbo waved his hand, exhaled several times in a row, "I just feel a little dizzy."

"Imagine it as a winged incinerator..." Bovor stood up and briefly described it.

"I need air."

"In the blink of an eye, you will be reduced to ashes."

Bilbo straightened himself up, and after a few seconds he couldn't hold on anymore.

"No."

boom!

The hobbit fainted from fright.

"You guys are really going to be a disservice!" Gandalf said speechlessly.

"This is a must." Aaron simply signed his name on the snitch column on the contract: Son of Vico Gaius - Aaron Gaius.

"What I'm saying is the truth, the real situation will only be more cruel.

Getting dizzy now is better than getting dizzy when you see a dragon! "

"I thought so too," Bofur said.

"Pull it down! You didn't mean to be scary, but what you said was much more vivid than mine."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Thorin asked.

"This...maybe my psychological quality is better!"

Just kidding, Xiaoye has seen the whole process of dissecting a human body.

There is no comparison between the mere evil dragon and Moore, and his specimen room is the real horror.

Aaron crouched down and put one hand on Bilbo's body and the other on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart.

"water."

Gandalf handed over a wine glass, Aaron checked it, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "It's too bad! You give me a cup of hot water because you think it won't kill him?"

"Sorry, I thought you were going to feed him water." Gandalf said shyly, and immediately took a glass of cold water.

puff!

Aaron splashed it directly on Bilbo's face, and the hobbit's eyes opened instantly, though he didn't seem to have recovered from the shock.

"You still know this?" Gandalf asked curiously.

"I understand slightly, my ancestors were doctors."

"Didn't you say that your ancestors were blacksmiths?" Philip asked.

"No, Philip, he just said that his ancestors were magicians."

"My great-grandfather is a blacksmith, my wife's great-grandfather is a doctor, my wife's great-grandfather's uncle is a magician, can't I?"

The two dwarf brothers looked at each other, always feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell.

"Gandalf, give me a hand, and guide Bilbo to the hearth."

"Ok!"

......

After more than half an hour, the dwarves rested in a room.

Bilbo was sitting by the fireplace with his water glass in his arms, "I'm fine, let me sit for a while."

"You have sat still for too long," said Gandalf angrily, "and since when did your mother's tablecloths and china become so important to you.

I remember the kid who was looking for elves in the woods, staying out late and coming home after dark, dragging sticks and mud and fireflies with him.

That little hobbit only wants to know what lies beyond the borders of the Shire, and the world is not in your books and maps, it is outside. "

"I can't just wander around like this, I'm Baggins from Bag End."

"It's really An Yi's uprightness, but this scene seems to be familiar!" Aaron smiled thoughtfully. Gandalf's persuasion to Bilboyo is equal to Vico's persuasion to Aaron, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Bilbo, you are of Took's blood." Gandalf pointed to a portrait on the wall. "Did you know that your great-great-great-uncle Roaring Took was so big that he could ride a real horse?"

"Yes."

"Yes, he can.

At the Battle of the Greenfields, he attacked the Goblin army, swinging his club so hard at the Goblin King's head that he sent his head flying down a rabbit hole at least a hundred yards away.

Won the war and thus invented the game of golf. "

"That's how golf was invented?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "But hitting the orc king on the head is ridiculous!

Even if you leave out the word king, there is a certain truth in this sentence. "

Bilbo smiled unconsciously. Although he knew that it was made up by Gandalf, anyone would listen to such praises of ancestors.

"All good stories deserve to be icing on the cake." Gandalf glanced at Aaron. "There will be quite a few stories to tell when you come back."

"This can be regarded as one of my goals!" Aaron sighed, "But what I want is not a story, but a legend."

"This goal seems a bit big and difficult to achieve." Gandalf smiled, "But I have to say that this adventure is just your chance."

"Can you guarantee that I will come back?"

"He can't do it." Aaron interjected, "If it was possible, the contract wouldn't be so exaggerated.

We're paying for our lives, and a far-reaching adventure. "

"But you signed."

"Yes, you signed it." Bilbo was stunned for a moment before looking at Aaron in astonishment, "You signed it, that contract?

when?why didn't you tell me "

"When you were unconscious.

As for why I didn't tell you... I think there are some things I can decide for myself. "

"But, but you are just a child." Bilbo said anxiously, "Go to Thorin to revise the contract, you don't need to take such a risk."

"No." Aaron said decisively, "The spirit of the contract that the Gaius family values ​​most, even if it is just an ordinary contract, since I signed it, I must abide by it to the end."

"You, really..." Bilbo got up from the sofa, "this is too hasty.

You also saw that contract, lacerations, loss of abdominal organs, burning to death... My God, do you know how much the mortality rate is? "

"I know that I signed the contract after careful consideration."

"I hear, this is the courage of Gaius," said Gandalf. "And you, would you like to join the expedition?"

"Sorry, Gandalf, I cannot sign.

You've got the wrong hobbit. "

With that, Bilbo walked out of the room.

"It seems that you didn't convince him?" Aaron teased, "Are you disappointed?"

"Bilbo will join." Gandalf said confidently, "He has the blood of Took, the son of Belladonna, and the adventurous gene in his bones will prompt him to make a choice."

"I think so too." Aaron shrugged, "But it has nothing to do with his family background, but simply thinks so."