Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"They must have come from Eden Moor."

Thorin was a little puzzled: "When did the trolls start wandering far away?"

"It has never been like this in an era." Gandalf's face became a little more solemn, "It hasn't been like this since the age of darkness."

Hearing this, Thorin frowned slightly, but he didn't take it seriously.

Aaron couldn't help but swallowed.

Era, the era of dark rule, these two words contain too much information.

He couldn't hold back his curiosity, but he also knew that the more he knew, the more dangerous he would be. It was king to keep a low profile until he didn't know enough about the world.

"They cannot move by day," murmured Gandalf.

"It means there must be a cave nearby."

Thorin immediately led the crowd to search, and found a dirty cave behind the ogre's camp.

Leaving half of the people on guard outside, Thorin led four dwarves into it, and Gandalf pulled Aaron in too.

Disgusting flies were everywhere in the dark and damp cave, and the stench was even more overwhelming.

"Why is it so smelly?" Noli frowned.

"This is the Troll's treasury," explained Gandalf. "Be careful not to touch it."

After walking a few steps, Nuoli heard the sound of coins.

Looking down, it was a pile of scattered gold coins.

"It's a pity to leave it here and there." Nuo Li shook his head, "Anyone can take it away."

Aaron's eyes lit up, he didn't care if they were dirty or not, he grabbed the gold coins and stuffed them into his purse.

After the money bag bulged, he grabbed another handful and put it in his pocket.

"You're really impolite." Nuoli said dumbfounded, "If I were you, I wouldn't do this.

Money is a good thing, but our team will hardly have the opportunity to spend money before arriving at the Lonely Mountain, and after arriving at the Lonely Mountain, it means that there will be no shortage of money. "

"Don't think like this. Money is not everything, but without money is absolutely impossible." Aaron said solemnly, "One of the truths I have always believed in is that money is safe."

Groyin opened a box full of gold coins, then patted Nuoli on the shoulder, "Bring me a shovel, and bury it first."

Sorin stopped in front of a wooden box in a daze, and his eyes were deeply attracted by the several swords covered with spider webs.

Anyway, he is also a dwarf prince, and he has participated in countless battles. He has a special feeling for weapons, and he knows that there are real treasures here.

He put down the torch, ignored a bunch of defective products, and picked up the two most distinctive ones, "These swords were not made by trolls."

"A fool can see that they don't have the IQ of forging at all." Aaron curled his lips speechlessly, and then took one of them from Thorin's hand.

The long sword was slowly pulled out of the scabbard, and accompanied by the crisp sound of the sword, the cold silver luster shimmered slightly in the dark cave.

Aaron flicked his fingers and listened carefully to the sound of the sword.

"Tsk! Good stuff, absolutely good stuff.

Time has left almost no traces on it, and there is no gap between the top and bottom of the sword body. It is simply the most exquisite work of art.

This is from the hands of a master blacksmith, although it is not as good as..."

"Not as good as anything?" Gandalf looked at Aaron with a half-smile, "Could it be that you have seen a better sword?"

"I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense."

Aaron immediately denied it, but he really thought so in his heart.

These swords are all top-notch, but there is still a gap between them and the magic sword made by Alger, and they don't even rank in the top three.

Gandalf looked at the sword in Aaron's hand, "This was forged by the high elves in Gondolin in the first era."

When Sorin heard the word elf, a flash of resentment flashed across it, and he put the sword in his hand back into the box in disgust without even looking at it.

"I can't find a better sword." Gandalf reminded immediately.

Thorin struggled for a while, and finally decided to switch to a new weapon.

After all, he encountered a troll only after walking a short distance, and the road ahead would not be so smooth.

"Gaius, use this sword!" Gandalf said with a smile, "Your combat experience is much richer than mine."

"No need, just keep it for yourself!" Aaron said indifferently, "It's too conspicuous for a child like me to use this legendary weapon."

"I can use this."

Aaron dug out a bow from the box, and carried a bag of arrows on his back.

The quality of this set of bows and arrows is far inferior to the swords made by the high elves. They are ordinary high-end goods, but on the premise of not using magic, he needs certain means of long-distance attack.

Gandalf raised his eyebrows, and without any objection, he fastened the sword to his waist.

Going back to the cave entrance, Nori, Bofur, and Groin were busy burying the treasures in the soil.

"You..." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "As for?"

"Long-term savings are very necessary." Groin said carelessly, adding another shovelful of soil to the treasure pile.

"Let us leave this foul place," Thorin said, and led the way out.

As Gandalf was going out, he realized that he had stepped on something.

Using his staff to lift the soil under his feet, a dagger that he had never seen before appeared in his sight, and his brows unconsciously stretched.

"This is..." Aaron pulled out his dagger, and couldn't help but smack his lips, "You are so lucky, the quality of this sword is not inferior to the one in your hand.

And it seems to be enchanted, with a special power. "

"The spell to detect the orcs." Gandalf said with great interest, "I think it should find a suitable owner for it."

Aaron smiled and said nothing, thinking about who he was talking about.

After walking out of the cave, Gandalf went directly to Bilbo, "here, this size is suitable for you."

Bilbo took the short sword. He didn't know much about weapons, but he knew that the sword was worth a lot when he saw the exquisite pattern on the hilt.

After a few seconds of silence, he handed back the sword. He didn't consider himself a warrior, and such a good sword would only be a waste in his hands.

"This short sword is made of elves, and it glows blue when an orc approaches."

"But I've never used a sword in my life."

"I can teach you." Aaron volunteered.

Hearing this, Bilbo was a little flattered.

He had witnessed the battle between Aaron and the ogre with his own eyes, and even the peace-loving hobbits couldn't help feeling a little excited when they saw that scene.

"Isn't that appropriate?"

"Nothing inappropriate.

But you have to be mentally prepared, my teaching level is average, and you have almost no combat talent. "

Bilbo:  …

Sure enough, I am still not suitable for this sword.

"That's why this sword is suitable for you." Gandalf said meaningfully, "Bilbo, when this sword comes in handy, please remember: true courage lies not in taking life, but in forgiving life."

Bilbo froze for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Something is approaching," said Dwalin suddenly.

Sorin pulled out his new equipment and looked around vigilantly, "Everyone, don't disperse."

Gandalf also came back to his senses, and drew out the long sword at his waist, "Hurry up, arm yourself."

All members of the expedition team gathered together, looking nervously at the direction of the sound, and once they were determined to be the enemy, they would kill them mercilessly.

Aaron looked at Bilbo who drew out his dagger, "Now the great teacher Gaius will teach you how to use a sword."

"What?" Bilbo paused for a moment. "Are you sure it's now?"

"First, the hand that holds the sword must not shake." Aaron grabbed Bilbo's right hand. "Are you ready?"

Bilbo took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Secondly, we must grasp the timing, strength and speed of the attack.

Winning or losing, or life and death, is often at that moment. "

"Thief, fire, murderer..."

A group of rabbits suddenly jumped out of the jungle, pulling a sled, and rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

The dwarf camp was a little flustered, and Aaron grabbed Bilbo's right hand and pushed forward.

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the little old man holding the staff on the sleigh car was staring at the blade around his neck, too frightened to move.

The dwarves immediately surrounded him, but almost everyone looked at Aaron partly.

"Don't look at me like that, staying calm in times of crisis is a basic skill!"

"Can you teach me? This move is really cool." Qili asked a little excitedly.

"I can't teach this, you have to practice it yourself in actual combat.

The more times you swing the sword, the more it will come naturally. "

"Well...can you take this sword away first?

I am the brown robe wizard, not your enemy. "

"How do I know if you're real or fake?"

"He is true," said Gandalf, "Redagast the Brown Robe."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and let go of his right hand.

Bilbo put his sword back nervously, "Aaron, you should teach me something else! Fighting is really not suitable for me."

"Uh...I'll try my best!"

Gandalf walked up to the brown robe wizard, "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for you, Gandalf." Redagast was very anxious, even a little incoherent, "The big thing is bad, the big thing is very bad."

"How to say?"

Redagast was about to speak, but hesitated, "Give me a minute to think about it.

As soon as I thought about it, I forgot, the words had already reached the tip of my tongue. "

Speaking of what he thought of, he stuck out his tongue.

Slowly Gandalf reached out and plucked a stick insect from Redagast's tongue.

"We have to talk alone." Redagast lowered his voice, "It's not suitable for too many people to know about this matter."

Gandalf looked at the group of dwarves and set his sights on Thorin.

"Go! But you'd better hurry."

"Aaron, you come too."

"I won't go." Aaron refused bluntly.

Just kidding, the brown-robed wizard talked about bad things, so he wasn't so stupid as to look for trouble.

"You are a wizard and it is your duty to know."

"I've never admitted that I'm a wizard."

"My God! I didn't expect that besides the dwarves, you, a child, would give me headaches."

Redagast looked at Aaron, "Are you sure he's a wizard? I don't think I've ever seen him before."

Aaron smiled embarrassingly, "My ancestors may have some connection with wizards, but it has nothing to do with me, and I have amnesia."

"How long will you use this excuse?" Gandalf said speechlessly.

Aaron curled his lips. This excuse is already riddled with holes, but as long as there is no evidence to prove that he does not have amnesia, this excuse can continue to be used.

Seeing his indifferent look, Gandalf reluctantly pulled Redagastra aside.

The gray-robed wizard and the brown-robed wizard stopped not far from the team.

Redagast said gravely, "The Green Forest is sick, Gandalf.

Darkness covers the land, everything stops growing, only bad things grow, the air is filled with rancidity, and worst of all are the webs. "

"Net?" Gandalf's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"

"Spider, Gandalf.

The big ones must be descended from Ungolian, or I wouldn't be a wizard. "Redagast said seriously, "I followed them, they came from Dol Guldur. "

......

Aaron looked at the two wizards from a distance, and couldn't help being upset, and even a big word 'danger' appeared in his mind.

He has also learned lip language, and he can't hide it from his eyes from the conversation between Gandalf and Redagast, but the information he deciphered made him regret 'overhearing'.

Sick forests, huge spiders, abandoned castles, unprecedented dark forces, ancient horror shadows, and necromancers who summon the dead.

Nima!These words are all signs of the coming rain.

Not long after he came to this world, he encountered such a mess, and he might be involved if he was not careful.

Then Bilbo patted him on the shoulder and pulled him back from thinking.

"Aaron, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Bilbo glanced at the two wizards, and asked in confusion, "This is a meeting of wizards, aren't you curious?"

"Because I'm afraid of trouble." Aaron spread out his hands straightforwardly, "Past experience tells me that troubles cannot be avoided, and they will always appear in unexpected places at unexpected times.

But actively provoking and passive provoking are completely different things. "

Bilbo half-understood, but he took it very seriously.

If Gandalf hadn't arranged the meeting of the dwarves in his house, he wouldn't have signed any contract, and now he should be lying comfortably on the chair and smoking.

Ow!

At this time, a howl of a wolf sounded in the forest.

The dwarves were immediately alert, and Gandalf and Redagast returned quickly.

"It's howling wolves. Are there wolves here?" asked Bilbo.

"No, that's not a wolf." Nuoli grasped the weapon in his hand and looked around nervously.

"It's a giant wolf." Aaron saw a one-meter-tall brown giant wolf staring down at them, and immediately drew the bowstring and shot an arrow.

puff!

The arrow pierced the giant wolf's sky cap, and it fell from mid-air just as it was about to pounce over.

The second giant wolf rushed down from another direction, and a group of dwarves rushed forward, greeting with swords, axes and hammers.

Thorin swung his sword across the wolf's neck, killing him.

But he couldn't be happy at all. Instead, his face was solemn, "Wolg spies, that is, the orc army is nearby."

"An army of orcs?" Bilbo was in a panic. He hadn't come out of the shadow of the ogre, and he fell into an even bigger shadow.

"Apart from the clansmen, who have you mentioned the expedition to?" Gandalf looked at Thorin anxiously and asked.

"No one else."

"Who did you mention?" Gandalf asked again, his tone becoming a little harsh.

"I swear to no one else."

Hearing this, Gandalf grew more restless.

Because the expedition plan was made by him and Sorin, if Sorin didn't leak the secret, then he would be the one who leaked it, but this is impossible.