The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The first person to put away his weapon was Legolas, the elf prince. He also stopped the elves beside him, and their bows and arrows no longer pointed at the dwarves. "We've shed enough blood."

Ironfoot Dyne opposite him also put down the hammer in his hand, and his soldiers no longer roared like rolling stones.

Thranduil looked up at the star Azura in the sky, his eyes reflected orange-red magic light. "Oh, my jewel . . . there it is."

The ring spirits who fought with him were even more excited, stretching out their arms to the distant stars, and pointing the sharp gloves of the armor at the dazzling light, wishing to capture it immediately.

The pale and thin master of the Lord of the Rings on the wooden tower trembled all over, grinning his lips, and the golden Supreme Lord of the Rings on his fingers flowed out lava and penetrated into the master's veins. Wherever the magic light passed, the skin turned gray like a rock, the flesh and blood swelled in convulsions, the bones proliferated rapidly, and clusters of bony spurs protruded, piercing the epidermis. First the palm, then the arm, and then spread from the shoulder blade to the chest, abdomen, head and limbs.

The wooden tower swayed slightly under the oppression of the suddenly expanding Demon Lord's physique.

It never looked away for a moment from the wizard in the sky, from the star of Azura.

"Mine, mine...that's mine!"

Azog and Thorin just glanced up at the Star of Azura before continuing to attack each other mercilessly.

The confrontation between wolf cavalry and humans did not stop, and they fought bloody in the southeast corner of the river valley.

Dumbledore held up the Star of Azura and flew south.

The lord and the ring spirits led an army of laughing orcs in pursuit of the wizard.

Thranduil ordered his men to give chase, but they hesitated. Thranduil ordered again and again to make the standing elf soldiers face south. At this time, the elf prince came from behind.

"Stop, please stop," Legolas called to the king.

"Legolas, you have to follow me to take that gem." Thranduil's gaze made his people feel strange.

"Impossible. I intend to stay here and help the dwarves and humans defeat the orcs."

"You want to help the enemy?"

"No, they are not enemies. Orcs are."

Rumor has it that Orcs were created by the dark enemy Morgoth. They are not evil by nature, but they are very vulnerable to the dark forces. During the downfall of the Dark Lord, they lived scattered in the form of tribes, competing with each other constantly, and once a unified leader appeared, they would gather under their command to make waves.

It is no longer unusual for Azog's tribe to be so powerful, but the appearance of the Ringwraiths and Lord of the Rings shows that the dormant darkness is ready to move again.

The hatred between the elves and the dwarves stems from the competition for the Silmarillion, and they are united in order to fight against Morgoth. Now that there is a conflict over the Star of Azura, can they fight against each other again?

"The dwarves killed our people." Thranduil insisted on hatred, and he was desperate to restore the morale of the army so that he could immediately go south to chase the gem.

"No, it was greed and desire that killed our people." Legolas stared at his father, "It was your greed that killed our people."

The sun is like blood.

The dwarves have sounded their horns, and they lined up, heading east to support their allies.

The battle between Thorin and Azog is drawing to a close. The Lone Mountain Dwarf, a descendant of Durin, has the title of Oak Shield because he grabbed a piece of broken oak as a shield during the battle of Azanubiza. , resisted Azog's attack, and took advantage of the situation to cut off one of Azog's arms.

The two of them are old enemies.

Life and death are doomed endings.

Beside Sorin lay the corpses of his companions, his nephews Fili and Kili, the hard-working Beaver and Bofur, and in the distance the loyal Duvalin and the silent and shy Oin, they were all dead. Died the morning before victory.

In such a place, no one is immune to death.

Azog's heavy blow knocked Thorin to the ground. The orc leader's skin was still black, but his cruel posture was the same as before, and Thorin's pain at this moment was unforgettable.

"Your grandfather Thror died in the same way." Azog grinned sneeringly, he was the purest person in this war, he just wanted to avenge Thorin's broken arm, instead of being entangled in some broken gems. Can that kind of shit be eaten as a meal?

Before his sledgehammer fell, an elven arrow pierced Azog's throat over the turbulent cacophony of troops, and exited from the back of his neck.

The hammer fell to Thorin's hand, and the Orc leader fell down on top of the dwarf.

Thorin survived, panting, when he heard the Elf's horn blow.

He cut off Azog's head and held it up high. As soon as the orcs saw the leader's head, they immediately lost their fighting spirit, dropped their helmets and armor, and fled in all directions.

The cheers of the three armies resounded in the river valley.

The elf prince and Ironfoot Dyne came to Thorin side by side.

Dyne hugged his cousin tightly.

They glanced at the elf, and Legolas looked to the south with a worried face. "Have we all seen the man on that tower?"

"Yes. That's not a good guy. But he's not against us." Dyne replied lukewarmly.

Thorin said aloud, "I know the wizard. He is my friend. I am going to help him."

Legolas offered to help the elf.

Sorin turned his face and asked them for the Aken Silmaril. Dyne was also very unhappy. He asked the elf, "You have already got the gem you want, why are you still killing our envoy? How can such a despicable act be done?" Is it worth our trust?"

Legolas explained: "The gem we ask for is not the Silmaril. It is the one in the wizard's hand."

The three looked at each other, "So, this is all a misunderstanding?"

They looked around at the corpses of the same race around them, and felt chills piercing through their bones for a moment. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel a great absurdity, and they couldn't help but want to laugh.

"What a crazy stone." Dyne muttered to himself.

The star of Azura in the sky slowly landed on the banks of the rushing river. Dumbledore looked back at the orc army that was chasing him. As a wizard, he had never had a direct confrontation with an army of Muggles. He said to himself: "I thought I lived long enough to experience everything."

This group of half-orcs infected by the power of the Lord of the Rings are stronger and smarter than their kind, without fear, and can fight to the last man. Their deafening maniacal laughter is a source of moving noise, and ordinary armies would be unnerved in the face of their madness.

Undeterred, the wizard waved the Elder Wand and began to chant a long incantation.

There are advantages to living long enough, such as knowing some lost ancient magic.

In the thirteenth century BC, a wizard named Moses used magic to part the Red Sea. Muggles believe that this is the power given to him by the gods. Dumbledore just happened to know this magic, which was not given to him by the gods, but learned from ancient books.

The rushing river vibrated in the ancient Hebrew spell, and the river gathered in a huge wave, rushing to the bank behind him. Dumbledore stood there, and the river naturally split into two, passing him and rushing towards the army of orcs.

What is more terrifying than the menacing army is the natural disaster.

A big wave came and swallowed this group of evil-infested orcs. They were drawn into the bottom of the water, their armor twisted like rags, their limbs scattered like cotton wool, and their lives were taken away in an instant.

The master of the Lord of the Rings on the wooden tower raised his hand unhurriedly, the ring glowed, the torrential river suddenly fell, under the light of the magic light, the evil wind suddenly rose, the vegetation on the ground was withered by the wind, and the soil degraded into sand. The yellow sand swept to the river bank, forcing Dumbledore to retreat again and again, and the rushing river quietly dried up behind him.

How can a mere wizard compete with the Supreme Lord of the Rings?

Nine ring spirits swarmed in with yellow sand and surrounded Dumbledore.

The depleted breath in the demon wind made Dumbledore weak in his hands and feet, dizzy, and his aging body trembled in pain.

The grim necromancer raised the blade of sorcery and slashed at Dumbledore's arm that was holding Azura's star tightly.

The old educator barely dodged, trying to escape by apparating, but he no longer had the strength.

The blade tore through his robe and pierced his arm.

Dumbledore groaned.

Then, the gemstone in his hand emitted a bright, fiery light, forcing the ring spirits away.

The divine power of the Demon Lord enveloped this human being.

His silver hair and long beard trembled in the wind like a raging lion's mane.

Dumbledore raised his head, his sea blue eyes had turned into orange vertical pupils.