The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Rivendell, the last home east of the sea.

It is located in a secluded and beautiful valley, with gurgling mountain streams and streams converging into a river. Outsiders step on a narrow bridge without guardrails to cross the water and arrive at the settlement of elves. It is a beautiful, majestic, white and elegant building complex. Immortal elves roam among them, and the local lord Elrond is a hybrid of human and elf.

The original book of "The Hobbit" praised Elrond in this way, saying that he was as handsome as an elf nobleman, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as virtuous as a dwarf king, and as kind as summer. Proper polygon player. Not only is it powerful, but it also has a good temperament.

The elves and dwarves have been at odds for generations, but Elrond didn't mind opening his heart to Thorin and others. He also arranged a banquet for the guests, and provided shelter and medical treatment to help the injured warriors tide over the difficulties.

The elf's herbal medicine is very effective, but after a night, those arrow wounds and knife wounds have all healed. Everyone is full of dragons and tigers again.

Even though he received decent and meticulous hospitality, Thorin was still not used to being with his old enemy, so he led the team to leave Rivendell while the next day was still early. Only Bilbo is reluctant to part with this beautiful outside world, but after staying here for a day, his nostalgia is lost, and in the end he still misses Dumbledore's encouragement and continues this dangerous adventure.

The expedition team continued to advance, and soon entered the Misty Mountains. This section of the road was extremely difficult. Trekking on the steep mountain walls, there was often a panic that they would slip and fall to their deaths.

One night when it rained heavily, the rock giants were playing and playing in the valley. Each of the boulders thrown out was as thick as seven people hugging each other. It was as powerful as a stone bomb thrown by a trebuchet. It hit the mountain wall and rained a shower of stones. , Smashing a bag full of heads for everyone who was on the road.

Everyone was afraid that this group of rock giants would continue to make trouble and break the mountain road. In the rainy night, thunder rolled, and everyone's heart beat soared to the sky. In the end, Fili and Kili brothers found a dry and empty cave, and everyone went in to take shelter from the rain.

This night I was so frightened that I didn't even light the bonfire, and covered myself with smelly and wet clothes to deal with it.

But the matter didn't stop there. Everyone didn't check the cave carefully last night. They only saw that the cave was empty and there was no sign of danger, so they slept here peacefully, but in fact this was the exit of a half-orc settlement. They are sheep at the mouth of a tiger, and the dwarves are rushing to their homes.

The next day, orcs poured out of the passage deep in the cave and came face to face with them.

"Ah oh." Bilbo muttered that something was wrong, the dwarves took up their weapons and resisted, and there was another chaotic battle. There were too many orcs pouring out, and it was not easy to stretch their fists and feet in the cave. After all, Thorin and the others No match, and was captured alive by these evil guys.

The expedition team was escorted by half-orcs, all the way deep into this complex cave, everyone was surprised and frightened by the scene here, there was actually a kingdom of half-orcs in the belly of the mountain, or it could be called a tribe, in short, there are a huge number of half-orcs here, which should not be underestimated , thrived under the rule of a fat, tall, ogre-like chieftain, who was not of the same group as the half-orcs who rode wolves a few days ago.

Thorin and the others were all caught in front of the half-orc chief, and it seemed that they were about to go through a judgment. The local chief decided whether they should live or die, whether they should be chopped up or left as coolies.

Bilbo was trying to get out of the predicament. Looking around, the cave was complicated and quite empty, but it was barely a confined space. There was no wind, so there was no need to worry about the giggling potion being blown away. The Snitch had to get the filter into everyone's hands before he assessed the best time to use the potion, but that was a big problem.

Satisfied, the half-orc chief sang happily. As soon as he opened his mouth, the dwarves all showed painful expressions, while the surrounding half-orcs were all elated, immersed in this beautiful singing voice that killed people without blood.

After singing, the chief began to interrogate, "Where did you come from? With elf weapons! Dishonest, hum."

No matter how the dwarves joked and defended themselves, the chief waved his hand lazily, "Bring me the meat grinder, and the bone crusher, and I will treat my guests well."

Bilbo quietly took out the filter from the bag and stuffed it into Thorin's hand beside him. He handed it to Duvalin next to him, and Duvalin handed it to Balin. With filters.

They had all seen how Bilbo used it, too. Everyone knows it's time to use wizard stuff to get out of trouble.

The small movements of this group of people attracted the attention of the chief, who could see clearly from a height.

"Hey! What are your plans?" As soon as the chief spoke, the orcs around him made a noise.

Bilbo yelled cleverly, "I've come to present a present to Your Majesty! I'm sure you'll laugh!"

"What gift? Take it out!"

Said the Hobbit Snitch, "This gift will fly away when it comes out, so there must be a great deal of people together to keep it from escaping."

The chief didn't care, and waved his hand around, all the orcs in the tribe rushed over, and surrounded the group of dwarfs.

"Is the gift you mentioned funny?"

"It's funny, it's very happy after inhaling it." The hobbit touched his face, and there was a small black square under his nose. The dwarves next to him followed suit and also put on filters.

"Take it out. Take it out quickly." "Hurry up." The half-orcs haven't realized that things are changing quietly, only a few laughed at the appearance of these dwarves, "It's so ugly, look at their faces , like a bunch of mustaches, never seen such a silly look."

Facing the turbulent crowd, Bilbo somehow felt a strong desire to speak. He quickly suppressed this inexplicable impulse and took out the giggle potion.

The potion was packed in a small silver jar, with an unremarkable appearance and some difficult-to-understand German words printed on it. He tried to pull out the stopper, and a puff of green gas spewed out, turning into a faint mist that filled the air. Come.

He also felt that the potion spread too slowly, so he raised the bottle above his head and dumped it forward.

"What kind of gift is this? Isn't it just a burst of anger? Haha, hahahaha..."

"Does it smell good? It's a bit spicy, hehe, hehehehe..."

"It smells like your mother's overnight fart, hee hee, hee hee hee..."

The half-orcs around were puzzled, and laughed wildly as they spoke. When the half-orc chief heard that this thing smelled like fart, he took two deep breaths calmly, and then laughed loudly: "It really smells like fart! Hoho, hoho Ho ho ho ho..."

The wild laughter of the orcs reverberated in the cave, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

More half-orcs around heard the sound and came, and they seemed to find that something was wrong.

"They want to escape, stop them!"

Bilbo quickly distributed the remaining potions to the dwarves of the expedition team. Everyone imitated the example, raising the potion bottle above their heads, and pouring the potion on the head of each person they saw. Ocean of joy.

The overly strong potion gathered in the cave, especially in the low-lying areas, turning the air green. The half-orcs inhaled a large amount of high-concentration giggling potion, and they laughed more and more unscrupulously, their faces turned into masks of pain, their throats became hoarse from laughing, their stomachs were about to burst from laughter, their breath was broken, and their diaphragm Membrane cramps, one by one fell to the ground and rolled.

The members of the expedition team had serious faces. In the green smoke, their figures wearing filters made this group of orcs unforgettable for the rest of their lives. From now on, in this tribe, stories of laughing demons will be passed down from generation to generation. It is said that they have black hair. He has a mustache, raises his hand when he sees someone, and uses a special gas as a weapon.

"Hee hee...they...hee hee, they escaped!"

The chief laughed and fell off his throne, rolling like a fat ball, falling into a huge crack and killing himself. The orcs around laughed and shed tears. I slapped my companion wildly in the face, but everyone was still laughing hard!

The expedition team fled quickly, all the way out of the cave, and stepped into the vast land behind the misty mountains. The cave behind them still echoed with ecstatic laughter, like the soft song of the mountains.

I'm sure going to hell when I die (Lol)