Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The fire burned brightly in the hearth, and all the thirteen dwarves, including Thorin, sang a soft poem:

Over icy mountains and mist, into deep cellars, and ancient caves...

We need to set off before dawn to find the location of the beautiful gold...

The pine trees howled in the highlands, the strong winds roared at night, the flames spread red and relentlessly, the trees howled like torches...

Aaron lay on the sofa, silently looking at the opposite wall in a daze.

He is not a dwarf, and he has no experience of ruining his country and family, but he has a music teacher who can clearly feel the tragedy in poetry.

They prepared everything for this adventure, including death.

"Hey!" Aaron sighed softly in his heart, "As long as you can guarantee your own safety, help if you can!

No matter when, those who can fight to the death for their homeland are always respectable. "

......

The next day, before the sun had fully risen, Aaron was woken up by his biological clock.

"You're awake." Gandalf looked at him playfully, "I'm planning to call you, Thorin and the others are ready."

Aaron rubbed his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and stretched slowly.

"Where's Bilbo?"

"He's sleeping soundly, we didn't bother him."

"Did he sign that contract?"

"No." Gandalf said with some regret, "But I left the contract, maybe he will sign it when he sees it."

Aaron sneered, then gave Gandalf a thumbs up.

"Gandalf, you can do it, you can do it!

I also have an elder like you who always likes to calculate something from others. "

"You misread the wizard, I am not that kind of person." Gandalf said with a straight face, "The choice is always in Bilbo's hands."

Aaron rolled his eyes. Last night, you revealed the glorious deeds of the eighteen generations of his ancestors. You poured out all kinds of chicken blood and described the world outside Shire to him. A big pot of chicken soup for the soul.

When he wakes up today and sees an empty house and a contract to join the adventure group, the possibility of him signing it may be greatly increased.

"I'll wait for you outside first, Thorin has prepared a pony for you."

"understood."

Aaron picked up his cloak from the rack and went to the kitchen to fill a bag full of water.

When he came out of Bag End, Gandalf and the thirteen dwarves were waiting for him at the door.

"Ahem! Don't look at me like that, the main character usually appears at the end."

"Son, no, Aaron." Balin stroked his beard, "Can you ride a horse?"

"A little bit." Aaron modestly squeezed his index finger and thumb together, revealing a shallow gap.

But when he saw the remaining two mounts, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

What a pony, this mount is not as tall as him!

"One brown-red and one white, you choose one."

"White!" Aaron said helplessly.

At this time, he didn't dare to complain, because he didn't have any other mounts.

Either ride this pony, or follow the procession on foot.

Faced with these two choices, any hesitation for a second is a disrespect to the legs.

After getting on their horses, the expedition team marched towards the border of Shire.

After walking for a while, Aaron suddenly patted his forehead, "I almost forgot.

System, sign in. "

"Congratulations to the host for signing in at Shire and getting three magic points."

Aaron was not too disappointed with this number, and after pondering for a moment, he opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic energy: 8090 (intermediate magister, the end of most wizards' lives)]

[Talent: rare in a hundred years (magic energy increases by 3 points every day)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spells), resurrection potion (can resurrect any creature that died within an hour), magic carpet, inactive Dragon Slayer Crystal]

[Magic Point: 147]

Sure enough, without the thought body, I always feel that something is missing.

Moreover, the numbers in the last column were too shabby. In the system mall, there were still magic products like Transfiguration (1000 magic points) and Patronus Charm (200 magic points), which he couldn't afford.

"There is a long way to go!" Aaron sighed and checked the mission panel.

[Complete the contract with the dwarves; reward 1000 magic points]

[Kill Smaug; reward 2000 magic points]

Aaron blinked, and grinned uncontrollably.

That's exactly what he wants to do, and that's what he's doing.

And completing the task in such an open and aboveboard manner is much more enjoyable than at Hogwarts.

"What are you thinking? So happy." Gandalf asked curiously.

"I was thinking... how to write my own story after defeating the dragon."

"Hahaha!

This really has to be thought about carefully, it is enough to spread for hundreds of years. said Gandalf, "if it succeeds." "

Aaron shrugged, then turned and glanced, "Hasn't Bilbo followed?"

"It is estimated that he will not come." Dwalin said, "After all, our opponent is a dragon, and the wilderness is not suitable for meek people who cannot defend themselves."

"I think he will come." Aaron said with an inscrutable smile, "I've never misjudged anyone."

"Children like to pretend to be deep.

How old are you, 15 years old?Still 16 years old? "

"To be exact...13 years old."

"What?" Dwalin's pupils were slightly dilated, and he almost fell off his horse. "You can say that you have never misjudged anyone at the age of 13."

"Age doesn't matter, we have players of all ages in our team.

I should just be younger than No.2 from the bottom, no, just younger. "

"Why don't we make a bet!" cried Nolly, "on whether Mr. Baggins will catch up.

I bet he won't. "

Aaron said immediately, "I bet he'll come."

"I have no problem with betting on him, but Gaius, do you have money?"

Aaron rummaged through his pockets and took out five gold coins, "I only have so many."

The gold coins were particularly dazzling under the sunlight, Nuo Li looked at Aaron with some depression, "I take back what I just said, you may be the richest among us."

Aaron:  …

"No way!"

"I only have a dozen silver coins and a few copper coins with me." Gandalf said enviously, "And you have enough money to live comfortably in Middle-earth for a month."

"Hehe! It's embarrassing for a wizard to get involved with you."

"So I have to do a side job once in a while." Gandalf smiled awkwardly. "I bet Bilbo will catch up."

Aaron rolled his eyes, giving up hope of Gandalf's integrity.

......

When the team was about to walk out of a forest, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Etc., etc!"

Bilbo came after him panting, still holding a contract in his hand.

"I signed it."

The notary Balin took over the contract and confidently checked the signature with his eyes, "Everything is verified, welcome Master Baggins to join Thorin Oakenshield's team."

"Beautiful, Bilbo, I knew you wouldn't let me down." Aaron said excitedly, "Your great-great-great-uncle will be proud of your decision, too."

"Give him a pony." Thorin said flatly.

The smile on Bilbo's face froze instantly, and he immediately waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, thank you, I can keep up on foot.

I hike a lot, and once I went to Frog Village. "

As he spoke, two big hands picked him up, one left and one right, and by the time he realized it, he was already on the back of a brown-red horse.

"It can be seen that you are riding a horse for the first time." Aaron said, looking at Bilbo who was holding the rein carefully on the horse, "but don't worry, the pony is gentler.

Take care if you ride Gandalf's horse, for his is the biggest. "

"Pay, Nuoli." Ouyin reminded from behind the line.

As soon as the words fell, a money bag fell into his hands, and soon the second and third were also thrown out.

"Ha ha!"

"Thanks, brother."

"What's the matter?" asked Bilbo, puzzled.

"They are betting on whether you will show up, and most people are betting that you will not."

"Then what do you think?"

boom!

Gandalf suddenly reached out and grabbed the flying money bag, "Dear friend, I never doubted you."

Aaron also grabbed his purse and shrugged at him, "There is one thing you have to trust me, and I will definitely trust you more than Gandalf."

Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly sneezed.

"It's horse hair, I'm allergic." Bilbo groped his body as he spoke, his expression changed slightly after a while, "Oops, wait a minute, stop."

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked vigilantly, "What did you find?"

"I forgot my handkerchief."

Aaron:  …

"At this moment, I suddenly felt that it would be good for you to stay in Bag End."

"Use this one." Bovor threw him his own handkerchief.

Bilbo looked at the brown rag in his hand, no, the handkerchief, he was a little disgusted, but he could only make do with it.

"You'll have to get used to no handkerchief, and other things, Bilbo Baggins, before our journey is over.

You were born among the hills and brooks of the Shire, but now your homeland is behind you and the world is before you. "

......

The expedition team set out from the morning, through the woods, over the hills, and across the plain surrounded by small rivers, and did not stop until nightfall.

The people rested on a cliff, divided into two groups and took turns to watch the night.

Groin's snoring rose and fell, and tiny flying insects would come and go from his nostrils with each breath.

"I really admire him, from the bottom of my heart." Aaron sat by the fire and said speechlessly, "Sleeping so soundly surrounded by a group of bugs."

Bilbo got up exhausted, regretting that he was in the same group as Gloin.

The snoring was so loud that it was difficult for him to fall asleep.

He quietly walked up to his pony, and took out a fruit from his pocket, "Come on, Xiao Tao, this is a secret between us."

Just as the hobbit was feeding the mount, a strange sound came from afar.

"what is that?"

"Orcs," said Kili.

"Half-orc." x2.

Aaron stood up immediately, looking around vigilantly.

Bilbo also retreated into the line in panic. He had never seen a half-orc in his life, but whether it was books or the records left by Old Took, they all told of the cruelty of the half-orc.

"Throat slitters, at least dozens of people." Feili took a sip of his cigarette, "There are everywhere in the wild, attack when everyone is sleeping in the middle of the night."

"Quick and accurate, silent, leaving only bloodstains." Qili added, with a dignified expression, but seemed indifferent.

"If what you said is true... then we're probably in big trouble." Aaron swallowed, and pointed to the other side of the cliff separated by an abyss, "Dozens of throat slitters are there."

"Are you kidding me?" Fili didn't take it seriously, "It's late at night, and there is a foggy area separated by hundreds of meters, can you see the other side?"

"It's difficult to see clearly, but my eyesight is several times that of ordinary people." Aaron said seriously, "There are indeed some tall shadows on the opposite side."

Fili and Kili looked at each other and smiled, tacitly thinking that Aaron was hallucinated by being frightened.

"Okay, okay, we trust you."

"No, what I said is true, can you be serious."

"We're serious."

"Is it funny?" Thorin asked coldly, "Do you think the orc's night attack is a joke?"

"We didn't mean that." Keili lowered his head guiltily.

"Yes, you know nothing about the world."

"Never mind, little brother." Balin came forward, "Thorin hated Orcs for good reason.

After the dragon took over the Lonely Mountain, King Thor tried to retake the dwarven kingdom of Moria, but the enemy arrived first.

Moria has fallen to hosts, led by the most terrifying of Orcs, Ahsog the Destroyer.

The gigantic gondaba orc swore to sever Turin's bloodline, and he decided to begin by beheading the king.

Thorn, that is, Thorin's father, was mad with grief. He disappeared, whether he was killed or captured.

We are leaderless, defeated, and surrounded by death. "

Balin's face was stunned, and everyone looked at Sorin with his back facing them. Even Groin, who was dead asleep, opened his eyes.

The grandfather was beheaded by the orcs, the father disappeared in the war, and the people were killed and injured in the battle with the orcs.

If the evil dragon is a doomed natural disaster, then the half-orc is a real family enmity and national hatred.

"That's when I saw him." A smile appeared on Balin's face, "The young dwarf prince fought to the death with the pale orc, facing the terrifying enemy alone."

"It's hard!" Aaron couldn't help asking.

"He wears cracked armor and picks up oak branches to ward off attacks."

"That's why he's called Oakenshield?"

"Yes." Balin nodded, "Asog the Destroyer was cut off with an arm, he learned that day that Turin's bloodline will not be cut off easily.

We rallied, repelled the orcs, and defeated the enemy.

But there was no celebratory banquet or singing that night, because there were so many dead and wounded, it was sad, and we were the only survivors.

I thought to myself then, I would follow the man, I would, call him king. "

After the words fell, all the dwarves stood up solemnly. At this moment, their respect for Thorin reached its peak.

"I have a question, is Asog dead or not?"

"He rolled back to his cave, and died of his wounds long ago." Thorin said, walking slowly.

Aaron:  …

Dude, this Flag is not up to date!

"That means you haven't determined his death, and Asog may still be alive."

"Impossible." Thorin snapped. "He was carried away by orcs in Moria, and he didn't even have a chance to stop the bleeding."

"Uh..." Aaron hesitated for a while, "You may not be very happy when I say this, but things often develop in the opposite direction to what you think is not good. My personal suggestion is that you'd better treat him as alive .”

"Heh!" Thorin sneered, and walked up to Aaron, "If he is not dead, then I will defeat him again and cut off his head with my own hands."