The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When Dumbledore showed the dwarves the screen of his phone, the hard-headed group predictably decided that an evil outlander wizard had locked Gandalf in the locket.

Gandalf happily held up his mobile phone, and waved hello under Linde's guidance, "Hi everyone, I'm so glad to see you..."

The dwarf warrior on the side snatched it with his hands, and searched left and right with his mobile phone, "Where is the keyhole? Don't be afraid, Gandalf, we will rescue you right away."

Seeing that they couldn't find the keyhole, they raised the hatchets, and all available weapons around, such as Bilbo's bench, to smash the mobile phone to pieces. The food carnival on the table covered their eyes in fright.

"No, no! Listen to me..." Gandalf struggled to explain for a long time before letting the dwarves understand what was going on, "In short, this Albus Dumbledore is a reliable and trustworthy man. He I will definitely help you take back the Lonely Mountain.”

The dwarves were still curious about the phone until they hung up the phone. Especially Thorin, his eyes were shining, "Friend Dumbledore, no, respected wizard Dumbledore, do you have any spares of this little thing? If you can provide us with one for each of us, we will wait until the Lonely Mountain is recovered." , take back the treasury, and I will exchange it for a hundred times its weight in gold."

Obviously, he has realized how much influence such a communication tool has on the war.

Dumbledore smiled deeply, and Shi Shiran put away his mobile phone, "You Muggles don't care about magic."

Everyone sighed with regret.

After the meal was over, the dwarves helped the host to clear the table. They moved quickly, sang poems while working, and looked happy and industrious.

After the last dish was washed and drained in the sink, everyone reunited in the living room. It was dusk, and there was no light in Bag End. The dwarves like this kind of darkness, which is suitable for exiles, and it is also very similar to underground mines. Bilbo knew they were going to talk about business, what business? It was nothing more than the Lonely Mountain that Dumbledore had been talking about.

"About the Lonely Mountain, people know that the industrious dwarf ancestors dug and smelted gold there. Over time, the hoarded gold coins piled up into an ocean in the wide hall. Such a large amount of gold is not the most precious treasure of the Lonely Mountain. Also fascinated is the legendary Arken Silmar, whose brilliance is so brilliant, like the stars falling on the earth." The group of dwarves comfortably smoked their pipes, raised their feet, and told the stories of their ancestors.

The huge amount of gold in the treasure house of the Lonely Mountain is well-known, and as expected, it has attracted the covetousness of a giant dragon. The evil dragon named Smaug attacked the Lonely Mountain, drove the dwarves away, and monopolized the treasure. This deep hatred has been flowing in the blood, making them restless day and night.

Now, the twelve dwarves gathered here, under Thorin's call and Gandalf's encouragement, are preparing to cross the Misty Mountains and return to their homeland.

This matter is undoubtedly very difficult. There are many dangers along the way. Not only do they have to overcome the difficulties and obstacles of nature, but they are also chased and killed by half-orcs who have enemies with them. Finally, when they arrive at the lonely mountain, they have to find ways to get rid of a dragon. . In the past, there were so many dwarves in Gushan, heroes came out in large numbers, and they were still defeated by Long Yan. Now there are only a dozen or so civilians, how dare they say that they will win?

The reason why an adventure is an adventure is often because you know what you can't do.

Bilbo didn't know why he had joined this conversation out of nowhere, everything that happened today was so strange and so sudden. The hobbit's petty mind was not ready for such a spectacle.

From this group of dwarves, Bilbo knew that they once settled in the Blue Mountains to the west, and lived a life of ordinary people, but what kind of desire prompted them to give up peace and embark on the journey of slaying dragons at the cost of their lives. Woolen cloth?

In the dark Bag End, the rhetoric of the dwarves constantly inspired Bilbo's courage. His small body was like an inflated balloon, and his chest and belly protruded after a while.

According to Gandalf's instructions, Dumbledore confuses people like this: "It takes a great hero to defeat the dragon, but this land has been peaceful for too long, and the warrior's sword has rusted, the ax is used to chop trees, and the shield is dismantled to make A crib. So the next best thing is a snitch, one in a million, Mr. Baggins."

The eyes of the dwarves glowed in the dark like a pack of beavers.

Bilbo's face was flushed in the dark, but he was glad to be of use, so he nodded with feigned calmness, that is, the professional sense of the old snitch: I can rest assured that this matter will be done in a minute.

Everyone laughed.

Thorin said: "Well, then, it seems that before daylight we can embark on a journey, this journey, some or even all of us may never return, but we have the victory confidence……"

His words were interrupted by hobbit screams.

They thought Bilbo had been shot, for he sat on the ground and twitched.

Dumbledore raised his wand, "Luminescence."

The room was brightly illuminated, and Bilbo's frightened and ugly face was fully illuminated.

His face was covered with sweat and tears, and his nose was running out. He was obviously terrified when he heard the saying that he would never return, but he said stubbornly: "I was just struck by lightning. Don't help me." I worry."

Bilbo went back to the cellar crying, not knowing how the dwarves would laugh at him behind his back.

After a while, Dumbledore came over.

"How are you, Bilbo?"

"I'm all right." Bilbo was a grown-up hobbit, and he couldn't cry like a child when something frightened him. "When are we going? I'll pack my bags."

Dumbledore sat beside him, two people, one big and one small, leaned on the barrel, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Bilbo, you have never taken part in an adventure, can you allow me, an old man, to talk to you?"

Bilbo nodded.

"If you resist risk, you don't have to put yourself in danger for the sake of face. Gandalf thought you would be the right man, for you have in your veins the blood of the Took hero Bullroar, the hobbit You are a strange creature among humans who can defeat half-orcs and cut off the head of the golf chief. He believes that you have the courage and ability."

The hobbit said nothing.

"In my opinion, you do have courage, but the comfortable life since childhood has obliterated your nature. You don't have the corresponding ability. So, give up as soon as possible." Dumbledore's words were very calm, but cruelly shattered A newborn adventurer's mind.

Bilbo still didn't speak.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, stood up, and was about to say goodbye, "Thank you for preparing this wonderful meal for us. I will not forget to remind Thorin to pay the bill."

The old wizard walked out of the wine cellar.

"Wait!" Suddenly a voice stopped him, it was a hobbit, "I think I am very suitable. Didn't they say that thirteen is an unlucky number? Count me, there are fourteen people, and then count Up to you, that's fifteen."

Dumbledore turned his back to him, showing the old educator's confident smile, and when he turned around, he had a serious face, "You really think about it?"

"That's right! Sure sure and sure."

"Well then, please join us quickly. Sorin is signing the employment letter. For those who participate in this adventure, when he becomes the king of the Lonely Mountain, there will be rich rewards."

Thorin patted his chest in the living room and said boldly, "When I take back the Lonely Mountain, I will share the wealth accumulated in the mountain with all the warriors! Except for the Aken Silmarillion, which should belong to me together with the throne, everyone else can Get a fourteenth of gold."

Bilbo tugged at Dumbledore's sleeve. "Mr. Wizard, one-fourteenth of the Lonely Mountain's treasury. How much would that be?"

"A lot," said Dumbledore, enough to renovate Hogwarts, and leave a lot to deposit in the school's treasury.

Ah, Hogwarts has been passed down for thousands of years, and its operation is difficult. As the saying goes, life is not easy. If such a fortune can be recorded in the headmaster's show, the salaries of the teaching staff can be raised in the future.

The old educator smiled slightly, isn't it just a dragon slaying, really thought that the name of the century's strongest wizard was called for nothing? Time to give otherworldly Muggles a little wizarding shock.

This adventure, for the dwarves and hobbits, is a life-changing journey, but for Dumbledore, it is just a side earner.

Seeing that Thorin was about to write the contract, Dumbledore stepped forward with a smile, "I have better suggestions about the contract." He took out a stack of parchment from his arms, and the magic on it could make the defaulter pay It was an unbearable price. In this way, no one would be able to afford the money.

This adventure will not be written in great detail, don't worry it will last for a long time, I will try my best to explain the differences brought by Dumbledore's replacement of Gandalf, and then I can end the adventure. Next would be going back to school, or maybe taking Melina out for a walk and meeting her mom Malika.