From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

The next morning, the dwarves put out the embers in the campfire, packed up their luggage and prepared to set off.

The entrance to the forest is composed of two rows of towering trees. The elves planted them when they built this road. Now these trees have grown up, and the tall treetops are connected above the path, looking like one green arch after another.

"This forest doesn't seem so scary!" The dwarves were very excited, thinking that the scenery they saw last night was just self-deception, and they were frightened by the tone of Gandalf and Beorn.

The sunlight passed through the lush branches and leaves above their heads, forming spots of light on the path. Although it was called the Black Forest, the vision along the way was actually quite good.

"Squirrel!" Bilbo saw a squirrel with black stripes on its back jumping through the path and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

The dwarves also smiled. Since there are other animals living in the forest, it means that it is not as scary as imagined. Perhaps there are really particularly dangerous dark creatures, such as the big spider mentioned by Gandalf, but their sphere of influence has not yet covered the entire forest.

So every member of the expedition team continued to move forward with a picnic mentality. They talked about the happy days after retaking the lonely mountain. Someone suggested that they try to sleep on gold like the dragon. Then he was laughed at by everyone.

"You will definitely catch a cold!" said the dwarf who had experience in smelting gold. "Gold has a good thermal conductivity. Even if you are wrapped in a cotton coat, sleeping on it will not be better than sleeping on ice."

As they went deeper into the Black Forest, the conversations of the expedition team gradually stopped.

Instead, there was some more strange movement, coming from the bushes, from the branches and leaves that were shining through the sun, and from behind the expedition team.

It was a muffled groan, a scratching sound, and the sound of heavy objects dragging on the ground.

At the same time, the trees in the Black Forest were no longer green as before, but black with heavy shadows. The stone-paved path under their feet began to become winding, winding between tree roots and raised rocks, with many withered yellow leaves spread on it. The dwarves could only knock on the ground with the handles of their weapons from time to time to make sure they were still on the right path.

Thick spider webs hung between the treetops, some hung on both sides of the road, and some almost covered the entire treetops. But for some reason, the trail under the expedition team was not covered by spider webs.

This made the expedition team believe that the road under their feet was still safe, but even so, the situation in the Black Forest did not get better.

The air seemed to stop flowing, and the smell of decay and staleness filled everyone's lungs. It seemed that the trees no longer produced oxygen for people to breathe, but instead spit out poisonous gas that could suffocate people.

But there was one person in the expedition team who had never been affected at all. Who else could it be except Ivy, the master of black magic?

This Black Forest was as reassuring to him as returning home. The only thing he needed to restrain was the urge to use black magic.

The streams here were full of death, and the air was filled with decay. Ivy knew very well that his black magic from the world of Harry Potter could take effect here and would be unprecedentedly strengthened.

Ivy had to suppress her urge to do something big. Using powerful black magic in a world where light will eventually win was as hilarious as joining the National Army in 1949.

Ivy was so focused on fighting herself that she didn't notice the other members of the expedition.

They were already very tired and couldn't sleep well at night, because the darkness would devour everyone, and lighting a bonfire would attract countless moths and insects. The sound of their flapping wings was really hard to fall asleep, and the smell after falling into the flames was also nauseating. So the expedition had to let the darkness spread among them.

"We need to cross the river in front of us!" Bilbo knelt on the river bank. When Ivy was not counted, the Hobbit's senses were actually the expedition's reliance in this forest.

"The river is black." Thorin also stared at the rushing river in front of him. He remembered Gandalf's instructions, "That means we can't risk crossing the river or try to drink it."

"But we need to go over, the bridge is broken!" Dori said, pulling his beard, and he looked eager to try.

"There's a boat on the other side!" Bilbo shouted, "Why isn't it on our side?"

"Wizard!" Thorin shouted, "We need your help! Wizard!"

"What?" Ivy, riding on the back of the Golden Horn, woke up. He had been deducing black magic in his mind before, and was completely immersed in it. If he couldn't perform black magic in Arda, he might as well indulge in it in his mind. In fact, Ivy was completely awake, but he focused most of his attention elsewhere.

He had already thought of a wonderful black magic spell in his mind, and was sure it would work. Now all Ivy needed was one, or a group of victims.

However, Thorin had interrupted his meditation, so Ivy looked around and immediately understood the current dilemma of the expedition: "To cross the river? Do you have any suggestions?"

"Bilbo saw a wooden boat on the other side." Thorin replied, "If you can get it..."

"Oh, there is a risk of falling into the water by boat. I think, maybe we can pass through in a more direct way." Ivy raised his staff and began to prepare to cast.

"But the bridge is broken. Are you going to let us fly over it?" Balin asked in confusion, "Like we did on the cliff before?"

No mistakes!

"Watch it." Ivy's staff drew an arc in the air, and the trees on both sides of the river changed immediately. They cut themselves down, and then were divided into various wooden parts by invisible forces, and reassembled in the air.

In just a few minutes, a wooden bridge was rebuilt over the dark river.

"You didn't even use nails!" Oli asked, "How did you do it!"

The spell to make the bridge is the fourth-ring transformation spell, Ghostly Craftsmanship, which can turn unprocessed raw materials into finished products. Generally speaking, if you want to use Ghostly Craftsmanship to make a solid wooden bridge, you must provide a certain amount of iron as a connecting structure, or use vines to become ropes, but Ivy used mortise and tenon structures at the connection of the wooden bridge, so friction alone can support each other to form a bridge that can be used for people to pass.

"Come on!" The young Qili was the first to cross the bridge and was already standing on the other side, waving.

So the dwarves put aside their doubts and crossed the river of black water one after another.

This incident cheered up the dwarves, whose morale had been so low that they even moved faster.

They were about to start talking nonsense...