All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 128 Dumbledore, take me away

The brown-robed Radagast is insane. When he was talking, a stick insect crawled out of his throat. Everyone suspected that his brain was emptied by insects. Otherwise, why couldn’t he even remember what his old friend looked like? clear.

"Gandalf."

"Don't call me Gandalf."

"Adolf?"

"You might as well call me Gandalf."

Therefore, people like to compromise. If Dumbledore is called Gandalf directly, he will definitely object, but if he is called Adolf, then he agrees to be called Gandalf.

"Sauron is back, Gandalf, you have to be careful. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, when I was patrolling Dol Guldur, I saw the Necromancer descending in the dark shadows."

Dumbledore was a little puzzled, "Sauron?"

"Yes, you know." Brown Robe shuddered, "That demon king grew up under the enemy of darkness. His ferocious flames spread to the sky and caused many disasters and wars in the world. He is none other than Sauron, the master of the Supreme Lord of the Rings."

"The One Ring?"

"Yes, the Lord of the Rings. Sauron put most of his power into it to control other rings. And if the Supreme Lord of the Rings is not destroyed, he can always make a comeback."

Dumbledore felt a subtle sense of déjà vu in his heart.

"In that case, I will accompany you to Dol Guldur to find out."

Bilbo and others were reluctant to leave, and a fat dwarf warrior Bombur burst into tears: Dumbledore, don't leave, how can we live without you?

Dumbledore thrust the bag containing the luggage into Bilbo's hand, took out another bag, and whispered in the hobbit's ear: "This bag contains some laughter potions from a former friend of mine." A favorite prank prop, he is a student of Durmstrang, and it is said to be very popular there... This potion evaporates quickly in a closed space, and people who inhale the gas will become particularly happy and laugh endlessly. Laugh until you lose your mobility. When you get into trouble, you use this to get out of trouble."

"Then what if we accidentally inhale it?"

"A matching filter is included in the bag."

Bilbo took out a small black square from his pocket. It was very simple in shape and had two short tubes on the top. "How do you use this?"

"Put two short tubes at the nostrils and stuff them in. This small black square is the filter." Dumbledore demonstrated himself. After wearing the nasal plugs, the small black square stayed in his middle, which looked like a A pinch of mustache, "It's simple, right?"

"Okay, I see. Dumbledore, do you really want to go?"

"Don't worry, it's not just an outside wizard who can help you overcome difficulties, but also the courage in your heart! Bilbo, you are a snitch, destined to bring good luck to the team."

In this way, Dumbledore temporarily bid farewell to the team. With a wave of his wand, the brown-robed rabbit-pulled wooden sled flew into the air. He also rode on the broom and flew eastward.

"Oh, that's all right. Our wizard is gone." The dwarf warrior was frustrated.

"Who's going to light the soggy firewood for us?"

"Who's going to use magic to cook a camping meal?"

"Who can play music that makes people happy without using a harp or a flute and just waving a stick?"

"Dumbledore, take me away, Dumbledore..."

Thorin grimaced, "Don't cry. Even without a wizard, I can still take back the Lonely Mountain. As long as you are by my side, I will dare to break through no matter how dangerous the devil's cave is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whistle of orcs sounded in the forest, as well as the rapid footsteps of wargs running. This group of dark accomplices, hunters of the wilderness, came to capture the expedition team on the orders of their master.

"Damn orcs, it's such a coincidence." Thorin's expression changed, "Get on your horse, let's go."

The team marched east. In the woods, the horses were not as agile as the wargs. They stumbled and almost sprained their feet in the roots of the trees. The hooves ran.

Bilbo's heart was pounding, and the orc archer's arrows brushed past his ears several times, whistling, like the whisper of the wind, but if he was hit by an unfortunate arrow... Well, don't say it, damned crow mouth, Warrior Bahrain was hit by an arrow.

"Bahrain! Are you all right?"

"Just a mosquito bite on my butt!"

The howls of the half-orc wolf cavalry became louder and louder. Looking back, they were like a dark wall of fire on the midsummer plain, and they were going to burn the world of flowers and flowers to nothing.

Their arrows floated in the wind like a shower, and people were hit by arrows one after another. Although most of them were not serious, the horses underneath them were injured and soon fell to the ground from exhaustion.

"Hurry up!" The dwarf who fell to the ground drew out his weapon and carried his comrades on his back to escape.

On the north and south sides, more wolf cavalry appeared, forming a loose encirclement, trying to keep the dwarves in this wilderness.

Thorin sighed, maybe this is the end of the road.

"Get off the horse, let's fight to the death."

All the thirteen dwarves and a hobbit were gathered together in a circle, some with a tinker's hammer, some with a fowler's sling, and some with a wine-cask lid for a shield.No matter the weapon, there wasn't a single coward among them.

"Your Highness Thorin, it is Bahrain's honor to fight with you."

"Dwalin too."

"So are Fili and Kili."...

"S-Bilbo too. It would be an honor to die with you all."

Bilbo did not cry. He even calmly drew his dagger and stood shoulder to shoulder with everyone. However, he was tied up by Thorin and another dwarf warrior and thrown onto the back of the only sound horse.

"Now, we all believe you are a brave snitch. Bilbo, run, mount your horse, and run for your life."

"No, no, you can't do this..." Bilbo really wanted to cry at this time.

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The loud horn blew the pace of cavalry charge, and the banner of elves was slowly raised behind the low hills in the east.

The elves, the firstborn children of the great god Ilúvatar, have eternal life, beautiful appearance, extraordinary strength, quick thinking, and are the most blessed in the world.

They rode white horses and came from Rivendell in the east. They were like the white fish belly before the sun rises in the sky, and they drove away the darkness that was rampant on the earth.

The leading elf lord held a spear and thrust straight into the center of the army.

Sorin laughed: "It seems that we don't have to die here today! Everyone, charge with me!"

Bilbo witnessed this short and fierce battle, unable to move on his horse, crying and laughing.

Soon, the half-orcs were defeated and fled.

Thorin inspected his subordinates, and no one was killed. "Excellent, you see, we don't need that wizard, and we can overcome obstacles by ourselves. It just needs a little bit of luck sometimes."

The elf lord stepped forward, "Aren't we too late? Dumbledore sent us a letter too hastily, for fear of not being able to save in time. Fortunately, the cavalry is patrolling the border nearby today."

Dwarves and elves have always had grievances. The lord of Elrond in Rivendell is justified. Thorin is grateful for his life-saving grace, but he still has a long face, like someone who has been pierced by a big truck Like a persimmon, he reluctantly bowed to the elves to thank them.

"We're going to continue on our way now, so we'll send you off without further ado."

He led the injured and limping dwarf warriors through the cavalry. They were no taller than the back of a horse and looked like a group of fat squirrels digging into the bushes.

"Wait, Dumbledore asked me to take care of you." Elrond extended his hand to stay, "Go to Rivendell to recuperate. You are very tired and are not suitable to continue the journey."

"Then this is what you said. Treat the injury and we will leave immediately. We will never stay at your place longer."

There may be more later, if not, I will make up tomorrow.