A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Although Aaron felt somewhat disgusted by the white-robed wizard's aloofness, he silently gave him a thousand thumbs up in his heart: You are a good person.

“Respected white-robed wizard,” Aaron bowed politely, “You are absolutely right, I’ll be on my way.”

"Wait, Gaius."

As soon as Aaron turned around, Gandalf grabbed his clothes.

Aaron rolled his eyes, speechless. "This is the suggestion of the white-robed wizard."

"A suggestion is not a command."

Aaron slapped his hand away and asked impatiently, "What exactly is your purpose?"

“I don’t mean anything by it, I just want you to become more familiar with the place.” Gandalf winked at Aaron. “It’s for your own good. These are all important people here, and getting to know them will benefit you.”

"hehe!"

Aaron was so angry he laughed, but inside he felt like crying.

If he weren't worried about being outmatched, he would have loved to throw Gandalf off the cliff.

Damn it! A conspiracy, no, this is an open conspiracy!

During his two-month trip, he was cautious and kept a low profile, not even using the most basic magic, just to avoid attracting the attention of these important figures.

But Gandalf's arrangement to "get to know him" rendered his two-month-long hiding meaningless; this was simply impossible to play.

“Gandalf, isn’t this a bit too much of a joke?” Saruman said, somewhat displeased.

Elrond and Queen Galadriel were also puzzled, not understanding why Gandalf, the famous Mithril, would value a child so much.

"No, please believe me."

Aaron Gaius, this child is special.

From the first moment I saw him, I had a feeling that with his help, we would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Chapter 243 The Stubborn White-Robed Wizard

All eyes were on Aaron, making him feel immense pressure, and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

The highest-ranking white-robed wizard, the two Elf Kings, and a gray-robed wizard determined to drag him onto the pirate ship—according to his estimation, even the weakest among them could probably rival the Archmages he knew, while the strongest, Saruman, might have even reached the level of a Saint Archmage.

He was willing to risk everything in a one-on-one fight, confident he could defeat anyone except Saruman, but there were four big shots here!

Faced with such a lineup, he, a mere mage, appeared weak, pitiful, and helpless. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

“Even if you say that…” Saruman paused, “he is still just a child.”

"Great white-robed wizard, you have a keen eye for talent!" Aaron said with a fawning smile, feeling extremely grateful to Saruman. "I won't disturb you any longer, I'll be leaving now."

"Halt!" Gandalf said sharply.

Aaron stopped and rolled his eyes, speechless. "Is it really necessary?"

Gandalf shrugged, then turned his gaze to Queen Galadriel. "I hope we can give this child a chance to sit in on the proceedings."

Queen Galadriel nodded gently. She and Gandalf were old acquaintances and she would not refuse such a request.

Since the Elf Queen has made her stance clear, even if Saruman is unwilling, he can't let Aaron leave out of her sake.

The four people sat around a table and began a discussion about the dwarves' expedition.

The white wizard disapproved of Gandalf's plan, believing that their journey to Irubor would be a waste of time and would only anger Smaug, the dragon slumbering there.

Gandalf, on the other hand, persisted with his plan, and Smaug was becoming a major worry for him.

That evil dragon possesses the formidable power to conquer cities and territories. It does not obey anyone, but there is a high probability that it will form an alliance with the enemy, which would cause great trouble.

Saruman scoffed at this explanation, saying that their enemies had long since collapsed and the necromancer Sauron's magic could not possibly be restored, otherwise the peace of Middle-earth would not have lasted for hundreds of years.

......

Aaron, listening to the debate-like discussion, yawned with some boredom.

He personally leans towards Gandalf because he has a sense of crisis, and various signs indicate that Sauron may make a comeback.

However, he didn't care. If the sky fell, there would be tall people to hold it up. If this group of big shots could defeat him once, they could defeat him a second time.

Besides, he's not from this world; he might have already returned home safely before Sauron even began his operation.

Most importantly, he hasn't finished his current task yet, so why think so much?

Aaron glanced at the night outside and silently opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Power: 8300 (Intermediate Archmage, the ultimate goal for most wizards)]

[Talent: Once in a Century (Increases magic power by 3 points daily)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that has died within one hour), Magic Carpet, Unactivated Dragon Slayer Crystal]

[Magic Point: 300]

Looking at the last column of numbers, Aaron missed Hogwarts terribly. If he had signed in there, his magic points would have been at least four figures, and he certainly wouldn't be so pathetic.

"System, sign in."

"Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in at Rivendell and have earned 10 mana points."

Aaron was secretly pleased; Rivendell had not disappointed him after all.

I don't have many magic points right now, but I can still buy some valuable items in the system shop.

Aaron's attention shifted back and forth between two items: the Guardian Charm and Captain Jack's Compass.

Both items are worth two hundred magic points. The former is a high-level defensive spell, which might be surprisingly effective against undead and give him more confidence in this world.

The latter, however, would make his adventure much smoother, as having the right direction would save him from many detours.

After hesitating for a moment, Aaron placed an order for the Guardian Angel Spell.

All the information about this ancient magic instantly flooded his mind.

The Guardian Charm is a highly difficult and extraordinary magic that requires concentration and a source of joy to cast.

Some wizards can only summon a wisp of white steam, which is a formless guardian spirit, and such guardian spirits have very limited defensive capabilities.

He can summon a guardian deity in its complete form, which possesses powerful defensive capabilities.

Aaron's lips curled up slightly. If it weren't for the group of big shots sitting here, he would have been eager to see his guardian deity.

Although he had never officially used the Guardian Spell, he had a vague idea of ​​what form his Guardian Spell would take.

In addition, he understands the language of dragons and can summon a second guardian deity in dragon form.

......

When the first rays of morning sunlight shone on Aaron's face, he groggily opened his eyes.

Gandalf and Saruman argued incessantly all night, neither able to convince the other.

Aaron was quite impressed with them. He could understand the elves not sleeping all night, but these two were old men, yet they were still so energetic after not closing their eyes all night.

At this moment, Gandalf took out a long, narrow object wrapped in yellow cloth from his bosom, which Redagast had specially given to him.

King Elrond lifted the yellow cloth, revealing a black iron sword in the three men's sight. A look of surprise flashed in their eyes, and even Saruman fell silent.

"This is the Demon Cave Sword," King Elrond exclaimed in surprise. The shock he felt from this sword was even greater than that from the Beast Bite Sword and the Enemy Strike Sword.

"It was forged by the Witch-King of Angmar and buried with him," Queen Galadriel murmured. "When Angmar was conquered, the northern peoples sealed his body and all his belongings in the desolate tomb of Rudolph."

They buried him deep in a pile of stones; the graveyard was so dark, it would never see the light of day again.

“That’s impossible. The cemetery is sealed with a powerful spell that cannot be broken,” King Elrond said.

“How can we prove that this sword came from the tomb of Angmar?” Saruman asked.

“It cannot be proven,” Gandalf said helplessly.

He felt that Saruman was making unreasonable demands; he couldn't very well ask him to go and find tomb raiders!

“Let’s examine the facts we already know,” Saruman said calmly. “A small group of orcs daring to cross Brunan, someone finding an ancient dagger, a mortal mage claiming to be a necromancer living in an abandoned castle—these are not the big deal.”

Aaron mentally labeled Saruman an idiot.

Enjoying comfort is understandable, but shouldn't one at least have some vigilance? How can so many coincidences be considered mere coincidences?

"But the matter of the dwarf expedition is troubling me."

"I disagree, Gandalf." Saruman shook his head firmly. "I cannot approve of this expedition. If they had consulted me earlier, I wouldn't have had to turn back in disappointment."

Upon hearing Saruman's words, Aaron immediately lost his temper.

Cancel the expedition? That won't do.

He signed the contract, they all signed the contract, it was very significant.

Moreover, both system tasks are closely related to this expedition. If they are canceled, he won't even know the way, and the time and difficulty of completing the tasks will increase several times.

"That one, Gandalf."

I think I have to get going. You know, the expedition can't do without me.

“Of course, I still have some things to discuss with Queen Galadriel. Please tell them not to worry,” Gandalf said with a smile, then apologized somewhat apologetically to Saruman. “Dwarves are much more stubborn than you think. Thorin Oakenshield will not stop his journey to Lonely Mountain just because you object.”

“Is that so?” Saruman’s expression darkened slightly. “Then I’m afraid I’ll have to talk to him and explain the pros and cons. Perhaps he’ll reconsider.”

Just then, footsteps came from outside, and Lind entered the room.

"King Elrond, the dwarves have left on their own."

“It seems the great white-robed wizard won’t need to bother talking to Thorin,” Aaron said meaningfully, then realized something and his lips twitched involuntarily.

"Wait, they left without me?"

“Obviously,” Lind said.

"You're really in a hurry!" Aaron gritted his teeth, then looked at Lind. "There's something I need your help with. I need to borrow a horse."

“This…” Lind hesitated, looking at King Elrond. “What do you think?”

"Go do it!"

"Yes."