The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Chapter 133 Thorin Oak Shield Dragon Field Enlightenment

The elves who rescued the expedition came from the Elf Mansion. They didn't have the broad mind of Lord Elrond. When they saw their old enemy, the dwarves, they immediately arrested them without any explanation.

"Isn't it?" wondered the hobbit. "Aren't we friends?"

"Friend?" The elf prince was more surprised than he was. "No, we just hate half-orcs more, but dwarves are also not welcome in this forest."

"Since when did this forest belong to you?" the old dwarf Duvalin cursed, "Do you want to listen to the affairs of the world because of your long ears? It's too lenient!"

"The darkness and evil in the forest are about to move, and they seem to be frightened by something. We are here to clean up the threat." The elf prince explained kindly.

The members of the expedition team entered the den of the elves as soon as they left the wolf's mouth. It can be described as bad luck. But maybe bad things happen these days. When everyone was captured by the elves, they didn't make much resistance except for a few complaints.

Bilbo looked left and right, and saw that his companion's face was also full of understanding, and Thorin wrinkled his nose, indicating that he would wear a filter. That's right, these elves have to go home after all, and their potion will work again in the enclosed space.

"(Elvish) Search these dwarves carefully. Take off all the things that hurt people on them." The elf prince noticed the mischievous expressions of the dwarves, and they couldn't help but began to practice pouring potions— — is the gesture of raising one hand forward. It looked very suspicious.

So they took the sword and shield, and the dwarves laughed it off; then they took the knives and axes, and the dwarves looked complacent; Happy, but still calm.

"It's all been found, and nothing was left behind." The elf soldiers arranged the weapons neatly on the ground, from small daggers to broad axes, from spoons to pot lids, and even showed the order of size.

Everyone in the expedition team had their eyebrows drooping. This scene was like confiscating illegal electrical appliances in a college dormitory, with an inexplicable sense of humor.

The elf prince noticed the two swords from the ogre's cave, "(in Elvish language) these are sharp weapons from the city-state of Gondolin in the first era. They were made by my relatives. I don't know where they got them from." He said He sighed in admiration, and when he turned around, he saw the dwarves gathered together, winking and laughing, making people laugh very unpleasantly.

"What else are you hiding?"

The faces of the dwarves changed, they pretended to be calm, and even started to bite back.

"Everything on us has been taken away by you, even the pots and pans, if you want to take it, just take off our trousers."

"Hey, give them Bumbo's trousers, that's great."

"How do you know that Bumble's pants are strong? Did you smell it?"

"I went to bed last night with my head turned towards Bumbur and had a nightmare all night. I thought someone's cheese had gone bad."

"Pfft, hahahaha——"

"Smell yours, no better than me!"

They made such a row, and Bilbo frowned, and retreated behind them all.

However, the dwarf's movements are always easy to reveal, and he can see clearly from a high place. The sharp-eyed elf warrior noticed that the hobbit put his hands on his waist.

"He's hiding something in his pocket."

"Take it out!" The elf prince's expression resembled that of a teaching director catching a cheat sheet. The hobbit shuddered, preferring to die for a while, and then he was pressed to the ground by a group of elf hunks, and snatched away the hidden wizard pocket.

Sorin and the others immediately quieted down, as if they had been choked, or someone had pressed the mute button. In short, their expressions were more colorful than the lights in a disco.

"Well, look they're not having fun, that's what it looks like. Take 'em all."

The dwarves yelled and cursed.

The expedition team was escorted all the way back to the elves' mansion. The journey was not peaceful. They saw many spider corpses in the forest. It seemed that this elves' parade team had experienced a war.

As the firstborn children of Iluvita, the elves not only have eternal life, but also have a physique far superior to that of humans. Although the elf warrior who was hit by the half-orc leader with a hammer was injured, he still retains his combat ability. They deal with all kinds of monsters and beasts in the forest with ease.

The dwarves looked at the huge dead spiders, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared. In the woodland is the spider's lair, and the elves can defeat them here, which shows that their agility is far better than that of monsters.

Sorin and others came all the way to the Elven Mansion, and the king here was actually an old acquaintance and an old enemy. The elf king Thranduil laughed when he saw Thorin.

"Thorin Oakenshield, heir of Durin. This is another time you have stepped into the kingdom of the woodlands. It seems you want to return to the Lonely Mountain, defeat the dragon, and take back the king's treasure. It needs my help, and I I can give you a condition."

"Thranduil, I don't trust you. When the Lonely Mountain was attacked by a dragon, I also came to ask for your help. I brought my people with me, starved and became homeless, but you ignored it and turned around." Leave. Let the Lonely Mountain burn in the dragon flames."

"Don't talk to me about Dragon Flame! I warned your grandfather that greed will lead to destruction. The Lonely Mountain has become like this. I only want to return the lost jewels of the elves. Don't blame me for dying."

"There is no friendship between us."

"(Elvish) Lock them up and let them rot."

Beneath the throne, the dwarves shouted and cursed.

Sorin scolded: "Why do you lock us up? Did we commit a crime? The only crime we committed was to fearlessly defend the rights of the people of Gushan!"

No matter how they defended, the expedition team still went to jail.

They spent the night in a dry, even somewhat cozy cell in the Elven Kingdom, during which the Elves brought bread, meat, and water. After eating, everyone was unhappy, because everyone had been caught, except the wizard who was missing. But now that the expedition team has been captured in such a place, can Dumbledore find their traces?

Thorin was aggrieved in the prison. In addition to the orcs, he insulted the elves. He regarded the orcs as a cancer that must be cleaned up, while the elves were unwelcome people who needed to be vigilant.

"For these unwelcome people, we should find a place to gather them and isolate them from the society..."

Holding a piece of rubble, he carved a diary on the prison wall.

This wall with dwarf writing was regarded as a book, and the content in it inspired a guy who was a guest in Aman continent. He cast his gaze over and saw the expedition team in the prison of the Woodland Kingdom.

Dumbledore was wandering over the Mirkwood on a broom, and he couldn't find any trace of the expedition team. When he was at a loss, Linde called, "Professor, those dwarves are in the underground kingdom on the eastern edge of Mirkwood." You can find them along the river of elves. Also, did you instill something weird in them? That guy named Thorin started writing books in prison..."

The next day, the morning light leaked into the cell, shining on Thorin Oakenshield's calm face. The wall in front of him was covered with dwarven writing, and he himself looked completely enlightened.

Boom——

Someone knocked on the iron door of the cell, and Thorin turned his head to look, and an old man wearing a wizard hat was smiling at him.

"Alahoo is open." The wand tapped the lock.

The prison door is wide open.

"Dumbledore, you are finally here!"