A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron immediately denied it, but that's what he really thought.

These swords are all top-quality, but they are still somewhat inferior to the magic swords forged by Arg, and they don't even rank in the top three.

Gandalf examined the sword in Aaron's hand. "This was forged by the High Elves in Gondolin during the First Age."

Thorin's eyes flashed with resentment at the mention of "elf," and he disdainfully put the sword back into the box without even looking at it.

“There is no better sword to be found,” Gandalf immediately warned.

Thorin struggled for a moment, but finally decided to switch to the new weapon.

After all, they had only gone a short distance before encountering trolls, so the road ahead would not be so smooth.

“Gaius, you can use this sword!” Gandalf said with a smile. “You have far more combat experience than I do.”

"No need, you can keep it for yourself!" Aaron said dismissively. "It would be too conspicuous for a little kid like me to use such a legendary weapon."

"This will be fine for me."

Aaron pulled a bow from the box and then slung a bag of arrows over his shoulder.

The quality of this bow and arrow set is far inferior to the swords forged by the high elves; it's just ordinary, mass-produced stuff. However, without using magic, he needs some ranged attack methods.

Gandalf raised an eyebrow, offered no objection, and tucked the sword into his belt.

Back at the cave entrance, Nori, Bofor, and Groin were busy burying the treasures in the ground.

"You guys..." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Is it really necessary?"

“Long-term savings are very necessary,” Groin said casually, adding another shovelful of dirt to the pile of treasure.

“Let’s leave this filthy place,” Thorin said, and then led the way out.

As Gandalf walked out, he realized he had stepped on something.

He used his staff to lift the soil beneath his feet, and a short sword he had never seen before came into view. His brows unconsciously relaxed.

"This is..." Aaron drew his short sword and couldn't help but click his tongue. "Your luck is just too good. The quality of this sword is no less than the one you have."

Moreover, it seems to be under a spell, possessing a special power.

“A spell to detect orcs,” Gandalf said with interest. “I think it should be given a suitable master.”

Aaron smiled without saying a word, already knowing who he was talking about.

After leaving the cave, Gandalf went straight to Bilbo and said, "Here, this size is right for you."

Bilbo took the short sword. He didn't know much about weapons, but looking at the exquisite patterns on the hilt, he knew that the sword was very valuable.

After a few seconds of silence, he handed the sword back. He didn't consider himself a warrior, and such a fine sword would only be a waste in his hands.

"This short sword was made by elves, and it glows blue when orcs approach."

"But I have never used a sword in my life."

“I can teach you,” Aaron volunteered.

Hearing this, Bilbo was somewhat flattered.

Aaron had witnessed the battle between the trolls firsthand, and even the peace-loving hobbits couldn't help but feel their blood boil at the sight.

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

There's nothing inappropriate about it.

However, you need to be mentally prepared. My teaching level is average, and you have almost no combat talent.

Bilbo: ......

As expected, I'm still not suited for this sword.

“That’s why this sword is right for you,” Gandalf said meaningfully. “Bilbo, when this sword comes in handy, remember: true courage is not in taking lives, but in forgiving them.”

Bilbo paused for a moment, then nodded seriously.

“Something is approaching,” Devalin suddenly said.

Thorin drew his new equipment and cautiously looked around. "Everyone, don't scatter."

Gandalf also came to his senses and drew his longsword from his waist. "Quickly, arm yourselves."

The entire expedition team huddled together, nervously watching the direction from which the sound came. Once they confirmed it was the enemy, they would strike without mercy.

Aaron looked at Bilbo, who had drawn his short sword, and said, "Now the great teacher Gaius will teach you how to use a sword."

"What?" Bilbo was taken aback. "Are you sure it's now?"

“First, your hand holding the sword must not tremble.” Aaron grasped Bilbo’s right hand. “Ready?”

Bilbo took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Secondly, it is important to grasp the timing, intensity, and speed of the attack."

Victory or defeat, or even life or death, often hinges on a single moment.

"Thief, fire, murderer..."

Suddenly, a group of rabbits darted out of the jungle, pulling a sled and rushing over at an incredible speed.

The dwarf camp was slightly flustered, while Aaron grabbed Bilbo's right hand and pushed him forward.

The shouts stopped abruptly. The short old man holding the staff on the sled stared at the blade at his neck, too frightened to move.

The dwarves immediately surrounded him, but almost every one of them also paid some attention to Aaron.

"Don't look at me like that. Staying calm under pressure is a basic skill!"

"Can you teach me? That move is so cool!" Qili asked excitedly.

"I can't teach you that; you have to practice it yourself in real combat."

"You'll naturally learn it the more you practice swinging the sword."

"Um... could you please move this sword away first?"

I am the brown-robed wizard, not your enemy.

How do I know if you're real or fake?

“He is real,” Gandalf said, “the brown wizard Redagast.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow and released his right hand.

Bilbo nervously sheathed his sword. "Aaron, you should teach me something else! Fighting is really not for me."

Uh... I'll try my best!

Gandalf approached the brown-robed wizard. "What are you doing here?"

“I’m looking for you, Gandalf,” Redagast said urgently, almost incoherently. “Something terrible has happened, something very terrible has happened.”

"How to say?"

Redagast was about to speak, but hesitated and said, "Give me a minute to think about it."

I forgot about it the moment I thought of it; the words were already on the tip of my tongue.

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and stuck out his tongue.

Gandalf slowly reached out and took a stick worm from Redagast's tongue.

“We need to talk privately,” Redagast said in a low voice. “This isn’t something we should let too many people know about right now.”

Gandalf looked at the group of dwarves and then focused his gaze on Thorin.

"Go ahead! But you'd better hurry."

"Aaron, you come too."

“I’m not going,” Aaron refused bluntly.

Just kidding. The brown-robed wizard has been saying that something bad is going to happen, so he's not stupid enough to go looking for trouble.

"You are a wizard, it is your responsibility to know."

“I have never admitted to being a wizard.”

"Good heavens! I never thought that besides dwarves, you, child, could also give me a headache."

Redagast sized up Aaron. "Are you sure he's a wizard? I don't think I've ever seen one before."

Aaron chuckled awkwardly. "My ancestors may have had some connection with wizards, but that has nothing to do with me, and I have amnesia."

"How long are you going to keep using this excuse?" Gandalf said speechlessly.

Aaron pursed his lips. This excuse was already riddled with holes, but as long as there was no evidence to prove that he hadn't lost his memory, this excuse could continue to be used.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Gandalf reluctantly pulled Redagast aside.

The gray-robed wizard and the brown-robed wizard stopped not far from the group.

Redagast said gravely, “The Green Forest is sick, Gandalf.”

Darkness enveloped the earth, all things ceased to grow, only rotten things sprouted, the air was filled with the stench of decay, and worst of all were the nets.

"The net?" Gandalf's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"The spider, Gandalf."

"They're huge, definitely descendants of the Ungorian, otherwise I wouldn't be a wizard," Redagast said seriously. "I've been tracking them; they come from Dorgodor."

......

Aaron watched the two wizards from afar, feeling agitated, and a large "danger" even appeared in his mind.

He had also studied lip reading, and his eyes could see through Gandalf and Redagast's conversation, but the information he deciphered made him regret 'eavesdropping'.

A sick forest, giant spiders, an abandoned castle, unprecedented dark forces, ancient and terrifying shadows, and necromancers who summon the dead.

Damn! These words are all signs of an impending storm.

He's only been in this world for a short time and he's already encountered this mess; he could easily get caught up in it if he's not careful.

At this moment, Bilbo patted him on the shoulder, pulling him back from his reverie.

"Aaron, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, nothing."