All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 The principal’s hand is strong

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 and looked at what he had written. At this time, the old educator suddenly caught a cold and coughed involuntarily.

"Cough cough."

Thorin suddenly suffered from an ear disease, and thick earwax blocked his hearing, so he continued to draw up the contract without realizing it.

"Your Highness Thorin."

A pair of strong hands calmly held Thorin's shoulders. 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 had an innocent expression on his face. What bad intentions 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 is anything to change. You 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 calmly, "How about this, I will only take one pocket of all the rewards for this adventure."

"Really? How big a pocket?"

Dumbledore took out a small leather purse, only about 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 walked in front, grabbed the items in the room that he thought were useful, and handed them to Dumbledore behind him. They were like a silver-haired lion following a little flying squirrel. The little flying squirrel moved in front, and the old man moved in front of him. The lion stuffed everything into a small pocket.

The dwarves stared at this scene with their eyes wide open, because Dumbledore stuffed everything into his pockets, handkerchiefs, towels, clothes, toothbrushes, pots, hats, hiking poles, brooms, tents, quilts, etc. , so many things, all put into that bottomless little pocket. Bag End visibly emptied out.

"Bahrain, I want a pocket like this too."

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

Thorin laughed, which was proof of his health. He calmly made a few strokes on the contract.

Bilbo signed the contract with everyone. He read the above content carefully. It was actually very brief. Everyone's content was similar. In addition to sharing the income equally, for Dumbledore and Bilbo, the two non-dwarf foreign aids, They also bear additional expenses for their travel and funeral expenses.

This adventure began on a night in late April, when Dumbledore rode on a broom while everyone looked at him with surprise and envy.

The old mage sits on his broom and flies around all day long. He can clearly see the local customs and customs in front of the road. The first half of the journey was pleasant, with beautiful scenery and dense crowds. Dumbledore always held up his mobile phone to communicate with Linde and others about the current situation and share what he saw and learned.

"Professor, I have shared the document of "The Hobbit" with you." Linde rode on a horse with a very leisurely look, "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."

"You should enjoy the process of taking risks, De Lin, why rush to get the result?" Dumbledore chuckled, and deleted "The Hobbit" that Lind shared, "Now that I will tell the story, there will be no need to rush to get the result." It’s necessary to read again.”

The team marched eastward at a brisk pace. After leaving the Shire, they came to the land of strangers. The people here spoke different languages ​​and folk songs were unheard of. Continuing eastward, we reach 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 and saw no trace of where he came from.

For a while, it started to rain continuously in the sky. 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 well every day, and Dumbledore, a reliable wizard, can always use little magic to solve everyone's problems.

Everyone is extremely envious of magic. It can not only light a fire in the humid forest, let the food in the bag cook by itself, clean up the water stains and mud spots on the body, but also perform fireworks, music and circus performances from time to time. Happy mood and boost morale. The short guys all said that they couldn't live without Dumbledore and wished they could sleep with the principal 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 that day, and everyone entered a dense forest. Although this place was in the wilderness, travelers had long recorded it in the atlas. It was the Trollshaws Forest, named after the famous local monster. Having said that, everyone in the expedition team did not realize that they were in danger.

Dumbledore rose into the air and scouted into the distance across the forest. He had heard from Gandalf early in the morning that there was an elven habitat nearby called Rivendell. On their only way, if they wanted to If you want to rest there and get help from 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 giant monster was extremely powerful, and every one of these little guys was captured.

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

The old mage didn't know whether to 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 the light of hope in the eyes of all people in distress. When he came, the complaining dwarves on the gridiron immediately shut up.

The old educator took out his magic wand and pointed it at the bonfire. With a pop, the color of the flames turned blue, and instead of burning the body, it felt cool and comfortable.

He pointed to the ground again, and the dead branches and leaves gathered together and turned into a group of mighty lions. They knocked down the tall trolls in a few seconds, scratched and scratched them, and beat them until they were dizzy and moaning incessantly. .

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 now they have become 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 troll's cave and suddenly heard a rapid noise in the dense forest, as if something big was approaching quickly.

Among the dense old trees, vines, and thorns, a wooden sled pulled by a group of rabbits ran very fast. Sitting on the sled was Gandalf's colleague, Radagast the brown robe. The most thrilling drag racing event in the Middle Ages was staged, and a silky and 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 so hard to pronounce. You might as well call yourself Adolphus."

The old educator's strong and strong hands pressed hard on the brown-robed mage's shoulders.

Chapter 2 will be later