The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The throne of Lonely Mountain has been silent for nearly two hundred years.

The long, long years have rusted warriors' knives and axes and wiped out their ambitions.

But today, Thorin's ass is on the throne. The emperor of Erebor is back!

The expedition rested for a day, during which the dwarves piled huge stones at the gate of the city and built a thick wall, trying to defend the kingdom in this way.

Then everyone waited anxiously, waiting for news from the wizard Dumbledore. If there is no letter, then it can be concluded that the dragon has killed him, and Smaug will return to the Lonely Mountain. At that time, everyone will have to flee again.

Everyone is still full of anxiety about the future, but lying and rolling in the golden mountain is really very happy.

Bilbo intended to pack up his share and get out of the Lonely Mountain as soon as possible. However, Thorin stopped him and refused to let him go, let alone take a gold coin.

"So you are going to break the contract? Are you not afraid of the wizard's curse?" Bilbo asked fearfully.

"The wizard hasn't come back yet," Thorin said. "Until then, no one is allowed to steal it. I want you to help me find the Arkensilil. I only want this treasure from the Lonely Mountain. If anyone collects it himself If I do, I will be at odds with him!"

At this time, the ravens in the mountains came to the door, an old bird named Roak could speak human language, and it was also the leader of the raven group.

"Oh, Thorin, son of Thrain, I am Roark, son of Khark. Khark is dead, but he tells us of the old king, and we were close friends."

"Yes, I know the crows of Erebor. I was just going to ask you to help me pass the news to my kindred in the northern mountains, especially to tell my cousin Dyne in the Iron Hills. He has a strong army. , and it is the closest to Gushan, please come here as soon as possible.”

"It's too late. Sorin, the treasure hunters have arrived near the Lonely Mountain. I saw an army of elves and orcs coming from the west and southwest. After you go, you quicken your pace, and you can climb up the mountainside and see their tents and banners."

The dwarves turned pale with fright, and everyone went outside. The originally desolate land had erected battle banners at some point.

The armor of the Elves was like green fish scales, reflecting the green light on the horizon, and their banners reflected the sinking sun like raven-blue clouds blown by the wind from the sky.

Wild and unsophisticated clusters of half-orcs haunted the south, Azog's troops were orderly and serious, while another troop, surrounded by a tall wooden tower, was noisy and laughing, as if in an endless carnival, making people feel excited. Dizzy noise.

On the lonely mountain, the taunts and screams from the enemy, blown by the wind, became dim and low-pitched, like a light rain in midsummer, but like hot molten iron, scorching everyone's heart and soul.

This is the wind and rain of war, and every drop is filled with the prelude of death.

There are only thirteen dwarves and one hobbit in the kingdom under the mountain at this time.

It is known that the 500 army of the Elven Mansion is about to arrive at the Lonely Mountain, and the 2,000 and a half orc soldiers of Azog and the 1,000 and a half orc troops of the Lord of the Ring are also rushing. A total of more than 3,500 enemies—the elves will not join hands with the orcs—invaded the Lonely Mountain, so each dwarf and hobbit would have to fight 250 enemies.

The elves arrived first, and the leading general was none other than King Thranduil's personal conquest. He ordered the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain to hand over the gem.

Sorin only thought that the elf was asking for the Arkensilil, and immediately yelled at the top of the city to make them die of this, and he would never hand over the gem.

The elf looked at the city gate blocked by the dwarves, then turned and left.

Not long after, a group of laughing orcs also came to the door, and they also shouted for Thorin to hand over the gem.

"No, get out!"

Azog's envoys were the last to arrive, but they were very straightforward and wanted Thorin's head.

"You have the guts to come up and get it yourself!"

The army besieged the city, the elves occupied the western hillside, and the half-orcs occupied the eastern hillside and the ruins of the valley city in the south.

The elves and the half-orcs could only be hostile, and would never join hands. The dwarves were their common enemy, and the three sides confronted each other. No one acted rashly for a while.

"It is necessary to invite foreign aid." Thorin summoned everyone in the expedition team. "The ravens have already rushed to the north, and it will take five days for the Iron Hills army to arrive even if they rush. Who else can help us now?"

"The humans in Changhu Town to the south may be able to."

"Then invite them to come." Sorin said with a sullen face, "Just say, if you can help the Lonely Mountain survive the difficulties and persist until the army from the Iron Hills arrives, I will share a part of the Lonely Mountain's treasure as a reward."

At such a juncture of life and death, everyone doesn't care about their own gains and losses.

The humans in Changhu Town received the news, and Bud formed a militia team and sailed northward by boat.

Time continued to pass in a dreadful dullness.

Everyone is waiting, the besiegers are waiting for the dwarves trapped in the lonely mountain to surrender, and the trapped are waiting for reinforcements. The commander is waiting for the right moment, the soldiers are waiting for the order to attack.

Every night that followed was horrific, and the expedition held on with limited supplies, with food reserves only enough for a week at most. In this week, the battle situation will be completely clear.

Bilbo stood at the top of the city and looked out. In the ruins of Dale City to the south, the goblins had ignited horrible orange-red flames, and they didn't know what they were doing. There were wolves howling from time to time in the camp to the east. And from the land of the elves in the west came their joyful singing.

The stars twinkle in the dark sky, and the moon glows warmly in the clouds.

The main peak of the lonely mountain resounded the dwarves' morale-inspiring battle songs. They are shouting, cheering for the return of the king.

Bilbo wished sadly that this would all be over as soon as possible. He heard that the elves and orcs were asking for the gem. Would it be possible to avoid war by handing it over?

Most importantly, where did Dumbledore go?

A wizard is chasing a dragon on a broomstick.

The battle between Smaug and the Dragonborn is hearty, from the mountain to the earth, from the thunder to the storm.

They fought in the air and hit each other with teeth, fists and tails when they landed. The dragonborn muffled a maniacal laugh, and made Smaug submit to him. This man defeated Alduin the Eater of Worlds with his roar, proving that he is the king of the dragon clan. Now that he is in another world, he must submit to the dragon here.

Smaug's red-hot body melted the earth and stone, and when he rolled on the ground, the earth was like a canvas, smeared with scarlet lava. It roared loudly, spit out flames, and refused to bow to the dragonborn.

Dumbledore did not intervene in the fight.

The struggle between the two sides did not last forever. If one side is exhausted, they will temporarily leave the battlefield, rest somewhere else, and eat some food, but sleep is impossible, because they are bound to be irreconcilable, to make the other party reach the limit of flesh and spirit, and then completely collapse.

The sun rose and set three times. They headed east, crossed the Iron Hills, and under the astonished and terrified gaze of the local dwarves, they knocked over a small hill, and then went down the Red Water River. Finally, at the confluence of the Running River and the Red River, the struggle came to an end.

Smaug let out a mournful cry, and hit the river bank heavily. The dragon's horns were broken, its wings were torn, and the flame in its chest was extinguished. There was no longer any strength to fight. Just resigned to fate, and wailed.

The Dragonborn stood on top of the dying Smaug, the armor on his body was torn apart, and his strong body was covered with cobweb-like injuries, as if he were a piece of cracked porcelain, with huge scratches left by dragon teeth on his waist, at least Lost half a pound of meat. Two fingers on his left hand were broken during the fight, but other than that, his overall mental state was surprisingly good.

The Dragonborn stood in front of Smaug and asked it sharply, "Have you ever murdered innocents? Killed indiscriminately for greed?"

Smaug blinked feebly, admitting his fault.

"Are you repentant? Willing to spend the rest of your life overcoming your evil nature?"

Smaug grinned, and blew a puff of black smoke at the Dragonborn.

"Well, then, in the name of Ismir (the northern dragon), the patriarch of dragons, I sentence you to death!" The dragonborn defeated it majestically. No one objected to this sentence, even Smaug closed his eyes. The final blow, falling on its head, shattered the skull and pierced the brain.

The evil Smaug uttered the last cry of his life.

At that time, the fight with the dragon was over, and the evening sun in the west pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth like a finger, bathing this hero from another world in warm radiance. speed of healing.

Dragonborn and Dumbledore stood by the river, beside the corpse of the huge dragon, the river was stained red with blood. They heard a harp sing on the wind, and a chuckle of satisfaction.

"It's Iluvita." Dumbledore was very emotional, "He recognized your achievements in slaying dragons."

The dragonborn didn't say anything, and began to dissect the dragon without saying a word. The way the thief didn't leave the room made people laugh. Dumbledore saw that he wasted a lot of materials by taking drastic measures, so he hurriedly stepped forward to take over the work. The old wizard's dissection skills were surprisingly superb.

"Can I buy some dragon materials from you?" Dumbledore asked. "I should be quite rich now. I got one fourteenth of the treasure of the Lonely Mountain."

After finishing the takeaway order for the dragon slaughter, the demon dragon descendant was ready to go back to his own world to rest. He asked Dumbledore to choose the dragon materials by himself, and he did not forget Thorin's dragon disease, so he ordered: "He is welcome to learn at any time." Way of the Roar, and I will take him to the summit of Hrothgar."

Dragonborn leave through the portal.

Dumbledore rode a broom to the Lonely Mountain, but when he returned here, he found that this place had become a cruel battlefield of the Battle of the Five Armies.

The iron hill dwarves in the north, the two half-orcs in the east, the woodland elves in the west, and the humans in Longhu Town in the south, all made a pot of porridge in the valley of Mount Erebor. Dwarves fought elves, Orcs fought humans, dwarves fought Orcs, elves fought Orcs...

The flags trembled, the horns blazed into the sky, the sound of killing was like thunder, and the bones were like mountains.

Dumbledore's lips quivered, he was just a wizard and couldn't stop the war.