The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The Bagginses of Kew Bag End, Hobbiton, always proudly proclaimed that they were a well-behaved family. Come on, they're well off, they're prudent, they take no chances, they don't have anything dangerous to do.

This Bag End hole was built many years ago by the loving couple Bongo Baggins and Belladonna Tooke. It is the most luxurious hobbit hole nearby. They died in the hole, only leaving a son.

The hobbit who now runs Bag End is named Bilbo, the only son of Bongo Baggins, and like most of the hobbits here, he is small, quick-witted, and wears no shoes because of the thick natural crust on the soles of his feet. , and the insteps are covered with long hairs, which is the characteristic of the Maojiao tribe. He lived alone now, had everything he needed, was approaching fifty, young for a hobbit, and planned to spend his days quietly in Bag End.

However, it is said that fifty years old is a hurdle in a hobbit's life. The accident happened on an ordinary morning when an old man on crutches passed by his house. Bilbo was sitting outside smoking a pipe, not thinking After thinking about it, he greeted the old man leisurely: "Good morning."

The old man stopped to talk to him, and introduced himself as Gandalf. Gandalf in that story is absolutely true. And it was the legendary adventurer who, wherever he went, was flying around and taking risks.

Hearing this name, Bilbo Baggins suddenly had two emotions in his heart. With the blood of the two families flowing in him, on the one hand, he was afraid of taking risks and didn't want to be related to Gandalf at all. On the other hand, the blood from his mother's family made him eager to get rid of this ordinary life.

A hobbit's life is peaceful, often too peaceful, save for meals, pipe smoking, wearisome work, and merry dancing and feasting, without any waves, like a smooth line, a dull, dull line. The melody repeats endlessly, and the afterlife seems to be just a slippery slope, slipping into death in a jiffy, without even an echo.

At this time Gandalf came, and, very optimistically, offered him a chance of adventure.

Please, Lord Bilbo of Bag End wants nothing to do with adventure. So he hurriedly prevaricated to invite him to tea when he was free--the kind of invitation that I don't want to ask at all, and it's better you don't have time--and said good-bye to Gandalf, and turned back to the house, closing the door behind him .

The old man didn't stay outside the house for long either. He drew a strange symbol on the hobbit's door, and then left in a hurry as if thinking of something urgent.

Bilbo heaved a sigh of relief when Gandalf went away.

By the next day, he had forgotten about the unexpected visitor. Because he never kept big things in his heart, but he could always remember some trivial things clearly.

But he finally forgot that Gandalf had invited him to take part in the adventure. Adventure is not cooking, you can't wait for the ingredients to be prepared before cooking. It came more suddenly and swiftly than the thunder on a summer night, and it could turn the previous life upside down at once.

Bilbo was startled by bang bang bang knocking at the door the next afternoon.

At this moment, he remembered that he had invited someone to drink tea-unexpectedly, Gandalf actually took it seriously.

Bilbo opened the door, and it was not Gandalf standing outside, not the tall old wizard, but a squat stump, about the size of a hobbit, but much stronger, and with long hair. Knee-bearded fellow, a dwarf.

"Duvalin is at your service." The dwarf bowed to him, and then strode into the room.

"Bilbo Baggins is at your service," stammered the hobbit.

Then, this peaceful, quiet and lonely Bag End seemed to be troubled by dwarves, one after another, more dwarves visited outside the door, they were like a hurricane blowing into the house, or growing out of the wood. Mushroom, almost in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen dwarves emerged, and they occupied the long table in the living room, and a dwarf nobleman who called himself Thorin took the main seat unceremoniously, as if he was the only one. Owner of Bag End.

The dwarves clamored for food, for drink, and for coffee. Bilbo was a kind master, and he went down to the pantry to fetch food for everyone. The dwarves didn't see him at all, but they rushed into the kitchen to help him carry the food and set the table.

Bilbo's face was almost transparent with fright as he watched this group of rough-handed people handing out his exquisite family dishes like Frisbees.

"Is everyone here?" Thorin the dwarf nobleman looked around.

"No, there is one more." His entourage replied.

"Who is worse?"

"Gandalf!"

Before the words fell, da da, someone knocked on the door.

"It must be Gandalf." Bilbo staggered to the door, and he was really looking forward to having someone to rely on to help him drive away these strange guests.

An old man stood outside the door, wearing a blue pointed hat, a purple wizard robe, and a long beard hanging down to his waist.

Bilbo cried out in surprise. "Gandalf... oh! Wait, something is wrong."

The dwarves shouted: "There is something wrong, he is Gandalf!"

"But, but, his face."

Dumbledore bowed and smiled at him, "Albus Dumbledore, at your service."

Professor Dumbledore came to the table.

He confused the dwarves.

"Are you Gandalf's brother?"

The old wizard was not in a hurry, but confirmed the identities of the little guys in front of him one by one.

"You're Bilbo, aren't you?" "Yes."

"Then you are Thorin Oakenshield, a descendant of the royal family of Turin?"

The dwarf nobleman nodded, "Exactly!" He asked coldly, "Then who are you?"

"Wizard, from Hogwarts. I will replace Gandalf, and he told me all about his plan to help you take back the Lonely Mountain." Dumbledore smiled, "We will have a fun adventure time."

He joined the banquet naturally, and the dwarves kept asking about wizards and Hogwarts, and everyone didn't trust this sudden guy very much.

Especially the leader of this team of dwarves, Thorin Oakenshield, he has been sullen. The other dwarves, including the hobbits, have been impressed by Dumbledore's lifelike magic school in another world, and performed a few small magic tricks during this period.

For Muggles, the magic in front of them is always telling.

The atmosphere of the banquet was getting hotter and hotter, and the dwarves began to sing and beat the table to beat. The human wizard took out a small stick and waved it lightly. Then, in everyone's surprised and excited eyes, the cakes and pies on the table grew hands and feet, and they danced lively holding hands; the teacup turned into a wheel, and the handle was extended into a diving platform. Together, it becomes a parade flower boat, carrying a licorice candy clown and an apple orchestra, with a miniature castle at the top, and icing figures playing and playing in the house.

The dining table becomes a circus carnival, and the exquisite hobbit delicacies are on display along the table with a cute smile.

The dwarves were stunned, and some of them dropped their jaws on the table, and the passing delicacies all jumped into their mouths with a smile after seeing it.

"Ugh, it's full." The dwarf covered his mouth, his cheeks puffed up.

Everyone is very excited. The suspicion on Thorin's face grew deeper and deeper. He stood up suddenly and slammed the table, "Enough! Wizard, you must prove your identity, don't try to fool yourself with these little tricks. Where did Gandalf go? "

Cheerful Bag End can be heard instantly.

The food circus on the table was terrified, curled up and shivered.

Dumbledore took out his mobile phone and dialed the video. Gandalf on the other end of the phone waved to everyone: "Friends, hello everyone..."

People are outside, let’s change it later