Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Far from the battlefield of the stone giant, the expedition team began to look for shelter from the rain.

After walking for a while, they luckily found a cave.

"It seems to be safe." Thorin said, "Go to the back and have a look, caves are usually inhabited."

Dwalin took a lantern and inspected carefully, "This place is empty."

Groin threw down a pile of wood, "I'll light the fire."

"No, don't light a fire here." Thorin stopped him. "Go to bed! We're leaving at dawn."

"We should wait for Gandalf to meet up in the mountains." Balin said a little puzzled, "It was originally planned."

"Plans change.

Bofur, you deserve the first update. "

"Be considerate!" Aaron patted Bahrain's shoulder, "The day of Turin is getting closer, and it is understandable for him to be anxious.

Besides, Gandalf is a famous gray-robed wizard, and he will follow. "

When everyone fell asleep and snored one after another, Bilbo quietly opened his eyes.

He packed up the package, carried the blanket on his back, picked up the wooden stick and walked out of the cave lightly.

What Bilbo didn't know, however, was that Thorin woke up when he got up, but he said nothing to stop Bilbo from going away.

Bilbo had just reached the entrance of the cave when Bofur, who was in charge of the night watch, spotted him, "Where are you going?"

"Going home, of course." Aaron walked up to Bilbo, "I must have guessed right!"

Bilbo nodded guiltily, "Thorin said I shouldn't have come, and he was right.

I'm not Tooke, I'm Baggins, and I think too much. "

"Understood." Aaron smiled. "This journey is really too exciting for a hobbit who has enjoyed a peaceful life for decades."

"But you are part of our expedition." Bofur said eagerly, "I understand how you feel homesick..."

"No, none of you understand.

You are dwarves, used to this life, traveling, wandering, without belonging..."

Bilbo suddenly saw that Bofur's face turned ugly, and suddenly realized that his words were a little bit painful.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"No, you're right." Bofur was silent for a few seconds, then looked back at the dozen or so sleeping companions, "We don't belong."

"But you are now finding your belongings." Aaron said earnestly, "It is very embarrassing to lose your home, but having the courage to regain your home is more valuable than rebuilding your home."

"Thank you." Bofur smiled gratifiedly, then looked at Bilbo, "I wish you all the best."

Bilbo froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect Bofur to give him the 'deserter' blessing.

"Wait a minute." Aaron took out a rolled up dark blue blanket, "This is for you, no, to be precise, I lent it to you."

"I have blankets."

"Mine are different, Bilbo Baggins.

Open it when you are in danger, it may save your life. "Aaron said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, my ancestors were wizards, and it's normal to pass down some special props. "

Bilbo hesitated, realizing that the blanket was more precious than he thought.

"It's not appropriate."

"No, that's fine.

First, I just lent it to you, and you have to return it to me when I return from Iruber.

Secondly, don't forget the dangers we encountered along the way, ogres, wargs, orcs, there is no life-saving thing, whether you can return to Shire alive is unknown. "

Aaron had already talked to this point, and Bilbo couldn't refuse, so he stuffed the blanket into his package, "You are welcome to visit my house anytime."

"Tooke may be a great adventurer, but Bilbo Baggins may not be his equal."

Just as Bilbo was about to turn around, he heard Aaron's words, and his mood instantly became extremely complicated.

"What's that?" asked Bofur suddenly, his eyes fixed on the short sword at Bilbo's waist.

Blue light overflowed from the scabbard, especially conspicuous in the dark cave.

"Ahh!" Aaron's expression changed dramatically, "I think we're in big trouble."

He immediately turned around and shouted: "Everyone, don't sleep, the enemy is nearby."

After the words fell, the dwarves opened their eyes in a daze.

Sorin didn't sleep, he was the first to stand up to remind everyone, but it was too late.

The ground split at an exaggerated speed, and everyone fell uncontrollably.

Below is a long tunnel with torches every few meters. It was dug out artificially, but the digging was very rough.

The members of the expedition fell one by one on a wooden platform in mid-air. Aaron was the last one to fall and landed on Bomber's stomach without any damage.

Before everyone could react, a dense crowd of orcs surrounded them.

They swarmed up, arrested the expedition team without saying a word, and escorted them to a crude wooden bridge.

None of the dwarves fell, and Aaron did not escape, but Bilbo was on the ground, lucky to escape the sight of the goblins.

"Don't touch me." Nori resisted and pushed away the half-orc who was holding him, and turned his head inadvertently so that he found the last fish that slipped through the net, Bilbo Baggins.

Aaron gave him a wink at once, and beckoned him not to expose Bilbo.

Nuo Li didn't want to hurt the hobbit, and followed the orcs obediently.

Aaron deliberately slowed down while passing the wooden bridge, keeping a few meters away from the half-orc team escorting them.

When turning a corner, he deliberately fell to the ground, and the three orcs who were escorting him were also blocked for a few seconds, separating them from the large army ahead.

A half-orc was going to drag him forward, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Aaron grabbed his neck and twisted it with both hands, without even making a sound.

Before the second orc could react, Aaron jumped to his feet, throwing a zenith with all his strength.

Click!

The sound of the skull breaking sounded, and the half-orc collapsed to the ground.

"It's your turn." Aaron looked at the last half-orc with a sneer and walked over slowly.

"Come..."

The half-orc also realized that he was not an opponent in a one-on-one fight. Just as he wanted to call out, he found that he couldn't move, and couldn't make a sound.

"The Petrification Curse, a simple spell, but it works quite well." Aaron walked slowly up to the petrified half-orc, ignored his panicked eyes, and pointed his wand directly at his head.

"Fractured."

A white light flickered, and the orcs turned into ashes and dissipated.

call!

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't used magic for a long time, and it's uncomfortable for him. Today can be regarded as a vent.

Aaron looked at the place carefully, and his face couldn't help becoming heavy.

Orc lairs were built underground, and countless wooden bridges connected intricate caverns, lit by torches.

The structure is very clear and clear at a glance, but it is also very chaotic. I don't know how many floors there are up and down, and I can't find the way to escape here.

The most important thing is that there are too many orcs, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as tens of thousands.

"Trouble!"

Aaron patted his forehead and decided to put Bilbo in a safe place before going to rescue Thorin and the others.

Because hobbits in this kind of place are like fish on the chopping board, and they might be gone in a second, but Thorin and the others are fighters after all, so they can last a little longer.

Besides, the half-orcs didn't kill them immediately, they either put them in a cell, or took them to see the leader of the half-orcs.

In a short time, the dwarves will not be in danger of life.

Aaron returned the same way, and saw a flashing blue light before he went far. Bilbo was fighting with a half-orc with a short sword in his hand.

"I'm really afraid of something coming." Aaron cursed secretly, and immediately speeded up.

Bilbo's combat experience is very poor, he only knows how to block, and was ridden on the neck by the orc in less than three rounds.

During the struggle, he also saw Aaron running over, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the orc pulled his body and fell backwards.

Bilbo staggered, and fell off the cliff with the orc.

"Gah!

Just a few more seconds to die! "

Aaron looked down, and even with his eyesight, he could only see blackness.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Bilbo's bundle and jumped down.

First use the wind magic circle to slow down the falling speed, and then use the magic to soften the ground to land safely.

He used it once when he came to this world. Although the result was not satisfactory, he was very familiar with it.

After falling to the ground, Aaron found Bilbo unconscious.

He landed right on top of a pile of limp, mushroom-like vegetation and suffered only minor injuries.

But the half-orc who attacked him didn't have such good luck, he didn't have the slightest buffer, lying on the side half dead, even breathing hurts.

Aaron had no intention of helping the goblin, but patted Bilbo on the cheek to wake him up.

"Huh?" Bilbo opened his eyes blankly. "Aaron, I... am still alive."

"Yeah! You're lucky."

"What about Thorin and the others?" Bilbo asked anxiously.

"I was caught by the half-orc, waiting for me to go back and save him!"

Bilbo looked at him suspiciously. "How do you save them?"

"I have my own way, I won't force it, but you make me worry."

"Me?" Bilbo pointed at himself, and suddenly realized, he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, it's still safe here, you go and save them first."

"Okay!" Aaron handed him the package Bilbo left on it, "There should be an exit here, you should look for it yourself first, it's best if you can get out, if you can't find it, open my blanket.

Of course, you can open it if you are in danger. "

After speaking, Aaron turned and left alone, disappearing into the darkness.

......

Swish!

Aaron cast Apparation and returned to the previous wooden bridge in the blink of an eye.

He carefully climbed to a rock on the height of the half-orc city, and while avoiding the sight of many half-orcs, he also found Thorin and others who were captured.

They were brought before the Orc-King, a gigantic Orc a little taller than the Trolls.

If the average Orc is disgusting, he is quite disgusting.

He is extremely ugly, with bumps all over his body, with a big belly, and the flesh on his chin almost hangs down to his chest.

The orc king recognized Thorin, and after making fun of it, he released a blockbuster.

"I know that someone offered a high price for your head, and as long as you have the head, your body will be spared.

You should know who I'm talking about, your old enemy.

A pale orc riding a white wolf. "

Sorin raised his head slowly, and said coldly: "Athog the Destroyer is dead, he was killed on the battlefield a long time ago."

"Do you think he is no longer destroyed?" The orc king sneered, then turned to a dwarf orc next to the throne, "Send a message to the pale orc and tell him that I have won the lottery."

The dwarf orc scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper, pulled a switch, and followed a cable to a dark cavern.

Aaron looked at the dwarf half-orc who delivered the letter, and his heart was filled with thunder.

I knew that some flags could not be established, and Asog the Destroyer was still alive.

The half-orc king felt that he had picked up a big bargain. He sat at home well, and the reward fell into the pot automatically.

He immediately ordered his men to prepare meat grinders and bone crushers. In short, what Asog wanted was the head of Thorin Oakenshield, and the rest and the remaining dwarves could give them a banquet.

Meanwhile, deep in the ground, Bilbo looked at the half-orc lying on the ground half dead, and hesitated whether to go over and fix him.

But before he could move, he heard slight footsteps, scaring him and immediately hid behind a stone.

A figure crawled out from the darkness, he looked like a kid in hell, with gray skin, only a few strands of gray hair on his head, almost a handful of bones all over his body.

But what surprised Bilbo was that such a creature that was neither human nor ghost had a pair of big eyes that exuded a strange luster.

He slowly crawled up to the half-orc, and jumped up excitedly, "Yes, yes.

Gollum, Gollum. "

After looking around the orc for a few seconds, he stood up and dragged him into the depths.

The half-orc seemed to know what was going to happen to him, and immediately resisted vigorously, but Gulu picked up a stone and threw it on his head.

Maybe the smashing action was too big, a golden ring fell from Gulu's waist to the ground.

"Dirty orcs are better than gnawing old bones.

Baby, but talk is better than nothing. "

After Gollum dragged the goblin away, Bilbo came out from behind the stone and picked up the golden ring by the way.

"A lot of bones, baby, so little meat." Gulu's voice came from the depths, "Shut up, peel the skin quickly, and start from the beginning."

Bilbo approached cautiously with the short sword, which was still glowing blue, which meant that the orc was still alive.

After approaching, there is a huge underground lake.

Gollum was on a towering rock in the middle of the lake, reciting a macabre poem and beating a goblin on the head with a stone.

The orcs struggled with death, but to no avail.

Bilbo noticed that the short sword in his hand was no longer glowing blue, and he backed away behind a rock in fright.

But this flash of blue light also caught Gulu's attention. He realized that there were other people here, and gently rowed a dilapidated wooden boat, approaching cautiously.

Bilbo looked back, but he didn't find Gollum, and his heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously grasped the blanket on his back, and only this blanket could bring him a certain sense of security in this dark underground space.

After a while, the sound of deep breathing came from above Bilbo's head.

He raised his head and saw a pair of big blue eyes exuding a shadowy blue light, and couldn't help shivering.

Gollum jumped down from the rock, just in front of Bilbo.

"Thank you, baby, this looks like a lot of meat."