Hogwarts trainer

A grand year-end banquet was being held in the Great Hall, and the furniture was decorated with green and silver representing Slytherin to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win.A huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor seat.

A moment later, Dumbledore arrived.

"Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore cheerfully. "Before you indulge in these delicacies, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man's cliché. What a wonderful year it has been! In your little minds They are definitely richer than before. There will be a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so that you can digest those things and clear your mind before the start of the next semester...

"Now, first of all, the Academy Cup award ceremony will be held. The specific scores of each house are as follows: No. 4, Gryffindor, 312 points; No. 3, Hufflepuff, 352 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points, Letling 472 points.”

There was a thunderous cheer and stomping across the Slytherin table.

Thorin saw Draco, a naughty boy, happily banging his goblet on the table, and wondered if he would cry after Dumbledore finished adding points to the trio.

"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore, "but a few recent events must also be taken into account."

The Great Hall became very quiet, and the Slytherins' smiles faded a bit.

"Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I have some final points to distribute. Let me see. By the way..."

In the end, 160 points were added to Gryffindor in the name of reward, and Thorin also received fifty points. Gryffindor's score suddenly caught up with Slytherin.The Gryffindor students were all excited, and the noise was deafening.Those students who can still calculate the scores in their minds while shouting until their voices are hoarse know that Gryffindor's current score of 470 points is exactly the same as Slytherin's score.They were already on the verge of winning the House Cup, it would have been nice if Dumbledore had awarded Harry an extra point.

Dumbledore raised a hand.The auditorium gradually became quiet again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore said with a smile. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends. Therefore, in the end, I want to reward Neville? 6?1 Mr. Longbottom ten."

The Slytherin snakes were naturally unconvinced, and it’s not their fault. No one would be convinced in this situation, right?They cursed loudly and even stood on the table and made all kinds of obscene gestures towards Gryffindor.

Thorin was trembling with rage when he saw Draco. He stared at Harry, wishing he could devour him.

But all this has nothing to do with Thorin. Hufflepuff also takes the House Cup very lightly. For the upright, kind, loyal and low-key little badgers, the House Cup is far less attractive than the delicious food in front of them.

Dumbledore clapped his hands, and immediately, the green hanging ribbons turned into bright red, and the silver ones turned into gold; the huge Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a Gryffindor lion.Professor Snape shook hands with Professor McGonagall, forcing an awkward smile on his face.

The next day, all the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry left school and began to prepare for their holiday life.

Notices were sent to every student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays. Tracking wires were secretly placed on each little wizard's wand. This magical magic can detect magic used near the wizard, record it and notify Ministry of Magic.Of course, the students themselves will not know all this.Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. Otherwise, they will be warned, and if the situation is serious, they may even be expelled from the school.

In the past, Thorin didn't care. With the protective ring, there was no need to worry about tracking the thread when the golden light was protecting the body. The golden light would tyrannically repel all foreign magic, unless the foreign magic was too powerful and exceeded the maximum endurance of the ring.

Now that the finger was damaged and bound by the wand, Thorin became upset every time he thought about it.

Hagrid was responsible for leading them aboard the fleet of boats crossing the lake.Now, they have boarded the Hogwarts Express, chatting and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window becoming more and more green and tidy. The train passed through Muggle towns. They ate Bibi's multi-flavor beans and took off their clothes. He took off his wizard robe and put on a jacket and short top.

The train slowly entered the terminal and finally stopped at platform 943 of King's Cross Station.Thorin, Frodo and Ben stepped off the train together.

"Book."

A low voice came.

Thorin and the others followed the sound and saw a majestic wizard wearing black wizard robes striding over.

"Dad." Ben shouted happily

"Hey, how are you guys!"

Mr. Rawson embraced Thorin and Frodo warmly.

"Oh, Thorin, when Ben wrote to tell me that a dragon was going to be sent back, we were shocked." He patted Thorin's shoulder vigorously with his hand, "But fortunately the British Ministry of Magic did not do anything. , it will be much easier with the help of old John at the American Ministry of Magic. You are welcome to visit Montana during the holidays."

In short, after a round of greetings, we bid farewell to the enthusiastic Rosen father and son, and also said goodbye to Frodo.

Thorin is going home too.

Ah, home, wonderful home!I'm back.

Thorin was standing in front of an old two-story building.The location of the small building is excellent. Of course, this is only for a few people. Not far from the small building is a small cemetery. There are many apple trees planted around the cemetery. I don’t know who picked the apples. Every year the apples are picked. After the tree bears fruit, no one picks it, but the fruit on the tree always disappears.Even though it was daytime, it seemed a bit eerie there.

Thorin skillfully found the key under the mat at the door. He was happily preparing to open the door and enter the house. Suddenly, the doornail in the stretch bag on his waist began to shake, and then a huge explosion blew Thorin away...

A sharp stabbing pain brought Thorin back to reality from his coma, and he saw a familiar person, it was Nick?6?1 Mellor whom he met at Hogwarts.

"Old man, don't I just not want to learn alchemy from you? Did you blow up my house?" Thorin lay motionless on the bed, and when he moved a little, he felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.

Nick?6?1 Mailer didn't speak and just stared at Thorin with a deep expression.

"My mother will kill me. It's over." Thorin wailed. "By the way, where are my parents?" Thorin, sensing something was wrong, asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Salvatore, the Ministry of Magic cannot contact your parents yet." Dumbledore, wearing a purple velvet suit, slowly walked in from the door and called Nick?6?1 Mailer away.

I can vaguely hear...the Soviet Union...the Ministry of Magic...the Royal Guards...

When Dumbledore came back, "Mr. Salvador, I'm sorry, the Ministry of Magic has not caught the murderer of this matter, and has not contacted your parents. However, the Ministry of Magic will give you an explanation." He said and picked up the murderer. He put the hat on his head and left, "This is France, the home of my old friend Nick Mailer. I think it's safer for you to stay here until the Ministry of Magic investigates clearly..."

Half a month later

In a laboratory covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, a large and complex magic array is painted on the ground at this moment, and colorful halos are shining in the magic array.Blue-white magic flames sprayed out from the center of the magic circle, and several medieval knights' plate armor made of a mixture of fine steel and mithril were forged red in the flames.

Thorin carefully dripped the red fire dragon's blood on the made armor, and it was quickly absorbed by the entire armor like a sponge absorbing water.The nails also turned into a light red fluorescent light.

Thorin put the armor pieces into the magic flame again. After finally processing all the armor pieces, Thorin chanted a magic spell to the magic flames, and a miniature fire dragon gradually formed and flew towards the magic flames.The fire dragon spun around the magic flame, spinning faster and faster, and finally rushed towards the armor.

With a "boom", the flames surged like a tide, and a white light flashed on the ceiling. A barrier blocked the burst of magic flames. The magic flames extinguished in a flash, and then several pieces of red armor appeared.

The plate armor forged by the fusion of mithril and fine steel is fused with the blood of the fireball dragon. Due to the excellent malleability and channeling properties of mithril, it is completely combined with the two magic spells of "obstacles" and "armor protection". Magic circle enchantment.

At this moment, the armor is already supported by fire magic energy, and the fire resistance of the entire armor has reached 50.00%.

"Hehe, the guest is very beautiful in his clothes! Isn't it expensive for you to pay 500 galleons?" Thorin said to himself, "It's not expensive, how can this be expensive..."

"The most important thing about armor is protection! Protection!! I don't want to ruin my reputation!" Mailer's voice came from outside.

"This armor is called the Red Dragon Armor. Forget it, let's not carve the name yet. I will carve whatever name the guest thinks of! Ten Galleons for each word." Thorin ignored the old man's voice outside the house and just said to himself Gu Zizi used a pen dipped in magic dye to carefully draw dragon head-style patterns on the chest of the plate armor.

Solin now only sells high-quality and high-priced customized products, and the reason is very good: "Those who can afford these equipments don't care about money! As long as the goods are good, they don't care about more or less. What kind of people are the best for us?" The customers? Not those rich and knowledgeable wizards, but those aristocratic young men who have money and nowhere to spend it. Yes, just like Draco. If you don’t make their money, whose money will you make? If you don’t sell the right ones, Only sell expensive ones.”

Mailer casually commented, "The physical defense and magic defense effects are good, but they are flashy. The style of this armor is worn by paladins. But do you expect the group of paladins in the Vatican to buy your armor?" In the end, Mailer didn't know whether he was angry at him for wasting magic materials and only made a piece of useless magic armor, or whether he was angry at him for wasting his alchemical talent.