A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Oh no!" Aaron's expression changed drastically. "I think we're in big trouble."

He immediately turned around and shouted, "Everyone, wake up! The enemy is nearby!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the dwarves groggily opened their eyes.

Thorin hadn't slept; he was the first to stand up and remind everyone, but it was too late.

The ground cracked open at an alarming speed, and everyone fell uncontrollably downwards.

Below is a long tunnel with a torch every few meters. It was dug by man, but it was dug very crudely.

One by one, the members of the expedition slid down onto a wooden platform suspended in mid-air. Aaron was the last to fall, landing right on Pombel's stomach without sustaining any injury.

Before anyone could react, a dense swarm of orcs surrounded them.

They swarmed forward and, without saying a word, seized the expedition team and dragged them across a makeshift wooden bridge.

The dwarves were all caught, and Aaron did not escape either, but Bilbo lay on the ground and luckily avoided the orcs' sight.

"Don't touch me." Nori resisted and pushed away the orc holding him. A casual turn of his head revealed him to the last survivor, Bilbo Baggins.

Aaron immediately gave him a wink, signaling him not to expose Bilbo.

Nori didn't want to implicate the hobbit, so he obediently followed the orc forward.

Aaron deliberately slowed down as he crossed the wooden bridge, creating a distance of several meters between himself and the orc escorting them.

As he rounded a corner, he deliberately fell to the ground, blocking the three orcs holding him for a few seconds and separating them from the main force ahead.

An orc tried to drag him along, but as soon as he reached out, Aaron grabbed his neck and twisted it with both hands, breaking it without making a sound.

Before the second orc could react, Aaron jumped up and unleashed a powerful Skyward Strike.

Click!

The sound of a skull shattering rang out, and the orc collapsed to the ground.

"Your turn." Aaron looked at the last orc with a cold smile and slowly walked over.

"Come..."

The orc realized he was no match for the opponent in a one-on-one fight. He tried to call for help but found himself unable to move or make a sound.

"Petrification Spell, a simple spell, but quite effective." Aaron slowly walked up to the petrified orc, ignoring his panicked eyes, and pointed his wand directly at his head.

"Torn apart."

A white light flashed, and the orc turned to ashes and vanished.

call!

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn't used magic in a long time and was feeling really stifled, so today he finally got to vent.

Aaron carefully surveyed the place, his expression growing serious.

The orc lairs were built underground, with countless wooden bridges connecting the intricate caverns, illuminated by torches.

The structure is very clear and easy to understand, but it is also very chaotic. There are countless layers, and it is impossible to find a way to escape.

The main problem is that there are far too many orcs; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say there are tens of thousands.

"Trouble!"

Aaron patted his forehead and decided to put Bilbo in a safe place first before going to rescue Thorin and the others.

Because hobbits are like fish on a chopping board in such places, they could be gone in the next second, while Thorin and his companions are warriors, so they can hold out a little longer.

Furthermore, the orcs didn't kill them immediately; they either locked them up or took them to see their leader.

In the short term, the dwarves will not be in any immediate danger.

Aaron retraced his steps and soon saw a flashing blue light. Bilbo was fighting an orc with a short sword in hand.

"Just what I feared has come to pass," Aaron cursed under his breath, and immediately sped up.

Bilbo had very little combat experience and only knew how to parry. In less than three rounds, the orc had him on his neck.

As he struggled, he saw Aaron running towards him, but before he could even catch his breath, the orc pulled him backward.

Bilbo stumbled and fell off the cliff along with the orc.

"Damn it!"

"Would it kill you to hold on for a few more seconds?"

Aaron looked down, but even with his eyesight, all he could see was a dark mass.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the bundle that Bilbo had dropped and jumped down after him.

First, use a wind magic circle to slow down the descent, then use magic to soften the ground for a safe landing.

He had used it once when he came to this world, and although the result was not satisfactory, he was very familiar with it.

After landing, Aaron found Bilbo unconscious.

He landed right on a pile of soft, mushroom-like plants and only suffered minor injuries.

The orc who attacked him wasn't so lucky. He was caught off guard and lay half-dead on the side, even breathing was painful.

Aaron had no intention of helping the orc escape, but instead patted Bilbo's cheek to wake him up.

"Huh?" Bilbo opened his eyes in confusion. "Aaron, I... am still alive."

"Yes! You're lucky."

"Where are Thorin and the others?" Bilbo asked anxiously.

"They've been captured by orcs, and they're waiting for me to come back and rescue them!"

Bilbo looked at him with some suspicion. "How are you going to save them?"

"I have my own way of doing things, and I won't force anyone. It's you who makes me a little worried."

"Me?" Bilbo pointed to himself, then suddenly realized, and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry about me, it's relatively safe here. You go and save them first."

“Alright!” Aaron handed Bilbo the package he had left on the ground. “There should be an exit here. Find it yourself first. If you can get out, great. If not, open my blanket.”

Of course, you can also open it if you encounter danger.

After saying that, Aaron turned and left alone, disappearing into the darkness.

......

Swish!

Aaron used his Phantom Teleportation ability and returned to the wooden bridge in the blink of an eye.

He carefully climbed onto a rock high up in the orc city, and while avoiding the sight of many orcs, he also found Thorin and the others who had been captured.

They were brought before the Orc King, a gigantic orc, even taller than a troll.

If ordinary orcs are disgusting, then he is extremely disgusting.

She was incredibly ugly, covered in bumps of all sizes, with a huge belly, and the flesh on her chin almost drooping down to her chest.

The Orc King recognized Thorin, made some jokes, and then dropped a bombshell.

"I know someone has offered a high reward for your head; they only want your head, not your body."

You should know who I'm talking about, your old enemy.

A pale orc, riding a white dire wolf.

Thorin slowly raised his head and said coldly, "The Destroyer Azog is dead. He was killed on the battlefield a long time ago."

"Do you think he's done destroying everything?" the Orc King sneered, then turned to a dwarf Orc beside the throne. "Tell the Pale Orc that I've won the grand prize."

The dwarf orc quickly scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper, pulled a switch, and followed a cable down to a dark cave.

Aaron stared at the dwarf orc who delivered the message, his mind reeling.

I knew some flags shouldn't be set; the Destroyer Azog is indeed still alive.

The Orc King felt he had gotten a great deal; he was just sitting at home, and the bounty had automatically landed in his hands.

He immediately ordered his men to prepare meat grinders and bone crushers. In short, what Azog wanted was Thorin Oakenshield's head; the rest of the dwarves and the remaining dwarves could be used to host a feast for them.

Meanwhile, deep underground, Bilbo looked at the half-dead orc lying on the ground and hesitated whether to go over and finish him off.

Before he could act, he heard light footsteps, which startled him so much that he immediately hid behind a rock.

A figure crawled out of the darkness. He looked like a little devil from hell, with grayish-white skin, only a few strands of grayish-white hair on his head, and his whole body was almost just bones.

But to Bilbo's surprise, this creature, neither human nor ghost, had a pair of large eyes that shone with an unusual luster.

He slowly crawled up to the orc and jumped up excitedly, "Yay, yay!"

Gluttony, Gluttony.

After circling the orc for a few seconds, he stood up and dragged him deeper into the area.

The orc seemed to know what was about to happen to him and immediately struggled, but Gollum simply picked up a stone and smashed it down on his head.

Perhaps the smashing motion was too forceful, because a gleaming gold ring fell from Gulu's waist to the ground.

"A filthy orc is better than someone who leeches off his parents."

"Honey, it's better than nothing."

After Gollum dragged the orc away, Bilbo emerged from behind the rock and picked up the golden ring.

"So many bones, baby, so little meat." A gurgling voice came from deep within. "Shut up, hurry up and peel the skin, start from the top."

Bilbo cautiously approached, raising his short sword, which was still emitting a blue light, indicating that the orc was still alive.

Upon closer inspection, one discovers a vast underground lake.

Gollum, perched atop a towering rock in the middle of the lake, recited terrifying poetry while striking the orc's head with a stone.

The orcs made a desperate struggle, but to no avail.

Bilbo noticed that the short sword in his hand was no longer emitting a blue light, which startled him so much that he retreated behind a rock.

But the fleeting blue light caught Gulu's attention. He realized there were other people there, so he gently rowed a dilapidated wooden boat and cautiously approached.

Bilbo glanced back and, not seeing Gollum, his heart sank.