All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Summoning the Dragonborn at the Foot of the Lonely Mountain

Darkness is gathering.The fate of the world is in turmoil.The dark clouds of war piled up in the sky.

The elves roared, the orcs roared, and the dragons were ready to move in their slumber.

All disputes and conflicts converge on Mount Erebor, the homeland of the lost kingdom.

At this moment, the dwarves of the expedition were holding a barbecue party. They hunted a deer in the evening and lit a campfire to share food.

In the wild, food cannot be as particular as at a palace banquet. The food and condiments brought by the hobbits from home have all been exhausted, so although this barbecue is just raw meat that is simply bled and cut into cubes and grilled, it is already these. A rare delicacy in life.

However, how can we relieve fatigue by just eating meat? These days, everyone is sleeping in the open air, just to be closer to home and farther away from those crazy elves - yes, it's not just the orcs who are chasing them now.

In short, they have to drink some wine, otherwise they will become confused.

The wizard Dumbledore took out a silver flagon from nowhere. There was endless wine in the pot, and everyone could drink it to their heart's content. These dwarves were so happy to know that there was such a thing. Thorin Oakenshield drank directly into Thorin Oak Barrel.

"Drink! Drink more!"

"This Bahrain is drunk after just a few barrels."

After escaping from the Elf Mansion, he was only one step away from the Lonely Mountain. You can reach the Long Lake by going down the Elven River, and heading north from the Long Lake, you can reach Erebor.

They are now on the shore of Long Lake.

The dwarf sang again, beating the merry beat.

Thorin, the old boy, drank too much. He raised his glass and made another strange declaration that he didn't know what to say. He declared that he would contact his cousin, Dain Ironfoot, who was the King of the Iron Hills, and pass on the hatred he had experienced, so that the descendants of the dwarves would remember the shame that the orcs and elves had brought to the descendants of Durin.

Dumbledore by the campfire was holding the filter in his hand with a complicated expression. He had already discovered that there was a curse in this prank toy, which caused Thorin to speak nonsense.

According to Lind's soul theory, most curses have an effect on the outer layer of thoughts. This is the curse in this toy. It represents some collective bad memories of mankind, which will turn into thought strings along with the curse. Enter the body of thoughts.

Although the effect of the curse is very weak, after all, it is used to create a prank to heighten the atmosphere, but it will have a particularly strong reaction for some individuals who are not in a good mental state.

Thorin's mental state was very bad. His ancestors held one of the Seven Rings of the Dwarves, and the Seven Rings of the Dwarves were controlled by the Demon Lord, which would cause the holder to suffer from dragon disease - that is, being as greedy and stingy as a dragon. This madness has been passed down through the bloodline, and now the dragon disease lurking in Thorin's soul has been triggered by a curse, making his temperament paranoid and twisted.

Dumbledore didn't know the reason for the Seven Rings of Dwarves, but he was worried for Thorin, and also worried about the fate of the dwarves.Hatred is a terrible wildfire, just like the wizard's [Fierffire Curse], although it can defeat powerful enemies, it can also engulf yourself and the people around you.

The dwarves were all loyal to Sorin, and they did not object to his words, and they kept applauding, which further contributed to Sorin's prestige.

"Mr. Wizard! Why are you so grimacing? Have a drink." Bilbo on the side filled Dumbledore's glass with wine.

Dumbledore put down the filter, drank the wine in the glass, turned to hold the Elder Wand, and said to the Snitch beside him: "Baggins, if even you are carried away by these slanders, support Thorin." , then I really don’t know what to do.”

There was silence around the campfire for a while, Thorin's speech was interrupted, and everyone looked at him in amazement.

Dumbledore stood up, took out his wand and pointed it at Thorin, "Everyone, how can we recover the Lonely Mountain by following such a madman!"

Thorin was furious, "Wizard, what do you mean by that?"

"You're crazy, Thorin, can't you see?" Dumbledore was calm, he was stating the facts, and it was time for a showdown, "Listen to your own crazy words, you call yourself a king in vain Cherish your people and let your anger burn them like firewood. Instigating conflicts with half-orcs and elves, apart from satisfying your selfish desires, can it improve the situation of the dwarves?"

"You know nothing about the history of the dwarves, wizard! Our descent into this state is directly related to these two pests."

"I do know nothing about the history of dwarves, but I do know the history of hatred." Dumbledore approached Thorin step by step, "I know how hatred spreads in a country, how to provoke people to hate each other and attack each other .Do you want a rich lonely mountain, or a scarred lonely mountain? As a king, it is a virtue to bear humiliation, and you must always abandon angry selfish desires and put the happiness of the people first."

Thorin looked at Dumbledore fiercely. There was pain and sadness in this human's sea-blue eyes, just like the deep sea water, drowning Thorin's anger bit by bit.

He gradually calmed down, turned his head away, and said in a cold voice: "That's it. Let's not talk about this topic again."

"I will save your soul." The old wizard replied firmly.

The night by the Long Lake was shiveringly cold, and the crackling of the bonfire was ear-piercing.

At this moment, a human man, a member of the Lake Town Guard, approached the campfire through the night fog.

"Hey, what are you doing here? You are sneaking around the area."

Duvalin stepped forward to negotiate, "We are businessmen from the Blue Mountains. We are going to the Iron Hills to visit relatives, that's all."

Thorin interrupted: "We need a boat that can cross the Long Lake and go north."

"Are you going to Gushan?" The human man was very perceptive.

Dwalin quickly excused himself, "No, it's just an excuse."

Thorin interrupted again: "We are going to Erebor."

"A group of dwarves are going back to the Lonely Mountain." The hostility on the human man's face melted away, "There are still dragons entrenched there. What can you do to solve it?"

"We have wizards," Dwalin said with a smile.

Thorin interrupted still: "We have no way to solve it, but we are ready to die there."

The human man was in awe, "What a great decision."

The expedition team looked at Thorin anxiously.Bilbo tugged at Dumbledore's sleeve.

"Don't be afraid." The old wizard lowered his head and looked at Bilbo, "You will not die under the dragon's flames."

The human man said: "Come with me. I will take you to see the mayor. Whether you can get the boat depends on whether he agrees."

"What's your name?"

"Bud."

"If I take back the throne of the Lonely Mountain," said Thorin, "you will be rewarded."

"Poems about the return of the King under the Mountain have been circulating in Long Lake Town. Maybe you are not the destined King of the Lonely Mountain," Bud led them towards the town, "but everyone is looking forward to this day coming as soon as possible."

The wealth leaking from the fingers of the dwarves in Gushan once supported the valley city at the foot of the mountain. At that time, the residents of the valley lived a prosperous and happy life. Every craftsman who worked in Gushan received extremely generous rewards, and everyone begged for help. Go work for the dwarves. The arrival of Smaug broke this golden dream.

Those who survived the dragon disaster gathered in Changhu Town and passed on the story of the treasure in the lonely mountain from generation to generation.Everyone is looking forward to the return of the King of the Mountain and lead them to live a prosperous life.

In Lake Town, the dwarves received a warm welcome, and then they took a large ship upstream to Erebor, where the dragons slumbered.

Two days later, when the expedition team finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, standing on solid ground, looking at the gloomy solitary mountain and the surrounding scorched earth that had been burned by dragon flames and left no grass growing, the heart that was originally full of courage finally rose to its throat.

Bud stood on the boat and said to them, "Good luck."

"how about you?"

"Of course I'm going home." The boat turned around and headed down the river.

Standing under the miserable sky, Thorin dared not move forward for a moment.

Dumbledore moved forward. Heading towards the Gate of Erebor in the Lonely Mountain, heading towards the black entrance on the mountain, where the black smoke curls up, which is the breath of the dragon, and piles up into black clouds on the mountainside, causing the rocks to burn red and burst.

"Hey! Wizard." Thorin shouted behind him.

Dumbledore stopped ahead.

The members of the expedition team came to him one by one.

Thorin said with a cold face, "I'll prove it to you. In order to regain their homeland, Durin's descendants are not afraid of death."

The dwarves pounded their chests with their fists and uttered ancient war cries, the elegies prepared for themselves by the generous dead.

Bilbo Baggins, the snitch, pursed his lips and said nothing, but he stood with them all.

Dumbledore's eye sockets were moist, and the atmosphere was enhanced here, and the old wizard was also very moved.Afterwards, he made a phone call, "Hello, Dragonborn? Yes, I'm Albus Dumbledore, are you free now? Are you interested in slaying dragons together?"

After hanging up the phone, the old educator showed a well-connected smile and said, "Okay, I've called for reinforcements."

Has it been a few days since I wished everyone happiness? Humph, how could I forget such an important thing? I just stopped for a few days because I was afraid that everyone would get used to it and find it boring. After all, happiness cannot be forced.