The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The fellow Thorin Oakenshield drew up the contract very cleverly, and what he said was: a reward upon completion, and the amount would not exceed one fourteenth of all the profits of this journey (except the Silmaril).

He only gave an upper limit, but did not agree on a lower limit. Then after the matter is completed, the payment of a gold coin is also no more than one fourteenth.

Dumbledore looked over Thorin's shoulder at what he had written, when the old educator suddenly caught a cold and coughed involuntarily.

"Cough cough."

Sorin suddenly suffered from ear problems, thick earwax blocked his hearing, and continued to draw up the contract without realizing it.

"Your Highness Thorin."

A pair of powerful hands pressed Sorin's shoulders calmly. These hands were warm and showed strong strength, which made people feel a chill down their backs for some reason.

"Huh? Wizard, do you have anything to say?" Thorin looked innocent. What bad thoughts could a dwarf have?

"We may have to talk about the content of the contract again." Dumbledore said earnestly, "I think we should pay more attention to the wording."

Thorin said carelessly, "I don't think there's much to change. You'll have to trust the dwarf's character."

The headmaster's big hands became stronger and stronger, and Sorin gasped, but with his rock-like stoic temperament and iron-like shoulder blades, he still showed a sunny and cheerful smile.

Dumbledore smiled lightly, "How about this, all the rewards for this adventure, I only take one pocket."

"Really? How big a pocket?"

Dumbledore took out a small leather purse, the size of a palm.

Sorin said generously, "You can buy another hundred of these bags."

"No, one pocket is enough."

The hobbit hurriedly prepared the luggage, and the tall and big Dumbledore said kindly: "I can help you share some supplies. Feel free to take all you want to take away."

He was taken aback and hurriedly thanked him.

So Bilbo went ahead, grabbing the things in the house that he thought would be useful, and handing them to Dumbledore behind him, and they were like a silver-haired lion following a little flying squirrel, the little flying squirrel moved ahead, and the old man followed. The lion stuffed everything into a small pocket.

The dwarves stared wide-eyed at the scene, as Dumbledore stuffed everything into his pockets, handkerchiefs, towels, clothes, toothbrushes, pots, hats, trekking poles, brooms, tents, bedding, and so on. , so many things, all packed into that bottomless little pocket. Bag End visibly empties out to the naked eye.

"Bahrain, I want one of those pockets too."

"Sorin, you think... Oh, Sorin, are you okay? Why is your face so green?"

Sorin laughed out loud, which was proof of his health. He calmly wrote a few strokes on the contract.

Bilbo signed the contract with everyone. He read the above content carefully. In fact, it was very short. Everyone’s content was similar. Except for the equal income, for Dumbledore and Bilbo, the two non-dwarf foreign aid, then Also bear their travel expenses and funeral expenses additionally.

This adventure started on a night at the end of April, when Dumbledore rode on a broom under everyone's surprised and envious eyes.

The old mage sat on a broom and flew around all day long, and he could clearly see the customs in front of the road. The first half of the journey is pleasant, with beautiful scenery and dense population. Dumbledore always held up his mobile phone to communicate with Linde and others about the current situation and share what he saw.

"Professor, I shared the document of "The Hobbit" with you." Linde was riding on a horse, looking very leisurely, "You can refer to it."

"The Hobbit?" Dumbledore was surprised after flipping through it for a while, "Is this world a story?"

"Every world is a story, Professor." Linde shrugged freely, "Perhaps you can speed up the progress a little, so that when we arrive in Aman, you can also come and listen to the teachings of the Great God Iluvita."

"Adventures should be enjoyed in the process, De Lin, why rush to the result?" Dumbledore chuckled, he deleted "The Hobbit" shared by Lin De, "Now I will tell this story, there is no need Need to read again."

The procession marched briskly to the east, and after leaving the Shire, they came to the land of strangers, where people spoke different languages, and folk songs were unknown. Continuing further east, you come to the wilderness.

There are no roads on the earth, replaced by grasslands, mountain peaks, swamps and forests. Their footsteps leave shallow footprints, which will be swallowed up by nature within a short distance.

The hobbit looked back, but saw no trace of his coming.

For a while, the sky began to rain continuously, the vegetation on the journey was wet, and everyone's mood was as heavy as clothes soaked in water. Fortunately, they still eat and drink every day, and Dumbledore, a reliable wizard, can always use small magic to solve everyone's problems.

Everyone is very envious of magic. It can not only start a fire in the wet woodland, let the food in the bag cook by itself, clean up the water stains and mud spots on the body, but also use fireworks, music and circus performances from time to time Pleasant mood, boost morale. The short guys all said that they couldn't live without Dumbledore, and they wished they could sleep with the headmaster in their arms at night.

Dumbledore is always happy, riding a broom across the sky and the ground, always disappearing as soon as he turns his head, and suddenly reappearing when everyone is looking forward to it.

It was raining as usual on this day, and everyone entered a dense forest. Although this place is in the wilderness, travelers have already recorded it in the atlas. It is Trollshaws, named after the famous local monster. That being said, everyone in the expedition team did not realize that they were in danger.

Dumbledore rose into the air and scouted far away across the forest. He had heard from Gandalf early in the morning that there was a habitat of elves called Rivendell near here. On their only way, if you want to If you want to rest there and get the help of the elves, it is best to visit in advance.

Dumbledore was away for a short period of time, just one night. They had experienced many such nights along the way, and they had never made any mistakes. But this time it was unlucky. The group of dwarves and Bilbo followed Looking at the flames of the forest at night, he accidentally ran into three trolls who were having a barbecue banquet.

The savage troll was very powerful, and the gang of dwarfs were all captured one by one.

When Dumbledore came back, the brothers had already been tied to the grill, serving as a dwarf barbecue.

The old mage couldn't laugh or cry, he walked out of the forest and faced the three trolls.

The trolls laughed and said: "Ah, there is an extra meal." "The old man's meat is not good." "Don't think this is too bad, idiot, it's a big deal not to roast him, stewed soup is also good. "

Dumbledore was like a ray of hope in the eyes of all those in need, and when he came, the complaining dwarves on the grill immediately shut up.

The old educator took out his wand, pointed at the bonfire, and with a poof, the color of the flame turned blue, and it was not only not hot, but also cool and comfortable.

He pointed to the ground again, and the dead branches and leaves gathered together, turning into a group of mighty lions, and knocked down the tall ogre in two or three strokes, scratching and scratching, beating them dizzy and crying .

Bilbo is a clever little ghost. He hid and was not sent to the roasting ground. He took advantage of the chaos to untie everyone's ropes, and the dwarves escaped from the sky. They still couldn't understand their hatred, and started a brutal siege against the trolls. Beat them till they chop off their big ugly heads.

The caves of these three trolls store the gold coins and weapons they looted, and are now the expedition's first income.

Everyone happily divided the treasure, found three swords in the money pile, and distributed them to Thorin, Dumbledore and Bilbo.

As the sun rose, the expedition team walked out of the ogre's cave, and suddenly heard a rushing sound in the dense forest, as if something big was approaching rapidly.

Among the dense old trees, vines, thorns and bushes, a wooden sled pulled by a herd of rabbits ran fast. Sitting on the wooden sled was Gandalf's colleague, Radagast in brown robes. Staged the most thrilling drag racing event in the Middle Ages, a silky smooth drift suddenly stopped in front of the expedition team.

Panting, the mage in the brown robe jumped off the sled and grabbed Dumbledore's hand, "Gandalf! Something is wrong! Listen to me, the forces of darkness have returned, and I found Sauron's trace!"

"Wait a minute, I'm Albus."

"Albus? Albus Gandalf?" The brown-robed mage blinked. "When did you change your name? It's a mouthful. You might as well call it Adolf."

The old educator's strong and powerful hand pressed hard on the shoulder of the brown-robed mage.

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