A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Bad news, we are surrounded."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the back door was suddenly kicked open, and an orc rushed in with a short knife.

At the same time, three orcs jumped in from the roof.

Sigrid and Tilda were terrified and screamed when they saw the ferocious and ugly orcs appear in their home in this way.

Bever stood guard by Kili's bedside with an axe, while Bever stood guard in front of the table with a hammer.

"Protect them."

The thought-form quickly drew its sword and stepped forward, fighting four opponents simultaneously without being at a disadvantage.

When he trained at home, he would take on at least ten opponents, and he could take down a mere four orcs in less than half a minute.

The three siblings stared at Aaron in disbelief, dumbfounded.

They can barely kill fish now, but others can already kill orcs, and five of them at that.

"Don't get distracted, we're still in a very dangerous situation."

A moment later, another wave of orcs rushed in, doubling in number and continuing to increase.

Even the "Thoughts Formation" cannot be all-encompassing, and a chaotic battle is imminent.

Fortunately, unexpected reinforcements appeared at this moment, with the elves Tauriel and Legolas joining the battle, which greatly reduced the pressure on everyone.

The orcs were killed one after another. One of them jumped out of the back door onto a wooden boat on the lake and relayed the situation inside to Borg: "The Oak Shield is not here."

Borg growled angrily, feeling resentful, but with the main objective out of reach, he didn't want to waste his troops.

"Retreat, assemble on the bridge."

Borg retreated without hesitation, but the orc who sent him the message was in a terrible predicament.

Legolas threw the body of one of his companions to the stern, while he, who was standing at the bow, was lifted up. Legolas seized the opportunity and, using his twin swords as scissors, beheaded him.

"How cruel." The thought entity curled its lip. "But no amount of cruelty is too much when it comes to Oak."

"Are they all dead?" Barn asked.

"Of course not, there are at least dozens more outside," the Psychic said helplessly. "We're lucky; Borg's target is Thorin, otherwise we would have had a tough battle."

“We can’t let them get away like this.” Legolas looked at the retreating orcs. “Tauriel, we’re in pursuit.”

"Wait a moment." The thought stopped him and extended its right hand. "You should return the wand to me. You must return it to me."

Smaug is attacking Laketown tonight, and I need my weapons.

"A dragon?" Legolas asked doubtfully. "Are you sure?"

"That's what the prophecy says, and my descendants, along with the former mayor of Changhu Town, have made preparations to deal with it."

"Of course, it's fine if you don't give it back to me. I'm also skilled in spellcasting without a staff, but I always feel a little uncomfortable without anything in my hands."

Legolas hesitated for a moment, then pulled out two wands, one black and one white, from behind his waist. "Whether what you say is true or false, it belongs to my father..."

"I will heal him."

"That's good, Tarell, let's go."

Tarell paused for a moment, then looked at the injured Kili. After hesitating for a moment, he prepared to leave.

Seeing the deep affection and reluctance in Qili's eyes, Si Nian Ti remained silent, but still spoke up: "Your Highness, could you lend me Tauriel for one night?"

"What did you say?" Legolas glared at him fiercely, his left hand already on the quiver behind his back. If Aaron didn't give him a reasonable explanation, he wouldn't be so ruthless as to turn on him.

"Don't misunderstand, I just want her to protect these three siblings."

Their father and I will be fighting Smaug in the bell tower, and we might not be able to look after them then, so... I mean, we can't let the warriors lose heart.”

"Tauriel, what do you think?"

Tarell sighed and then nodded.

Legolas was not surprised by her decision and immediately prepared to leave to hunt down the Orks alone.

"Hold on."

Legolas stumbled, looking at Aaron with displeasure. "Can't you just say what you have to say all at once?"

The Memory Body smiled awkwardly but politely, "We don't need her right now. Just wait until you've finished chasing Oak and come back in time."

Legolas paused for a moment, then his mood improved considerably. "Let's go."

After the two elves left, the Memory Entity walked up to Kiri with a look of disgust. "I'll leave one elf here for you. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Thank you." Qili gratefully grasped Aaron's hands. "Brother, from now on you're my real brother."

The author's eye twitched. How come I never noticed how shameless you were before!

......

Lonely Mountain, Irubb.

Aaron and Bilbo ran to the corner of the stairs and simultaneously deactivated their invisibility.

"As expected of the last dragon in Middle-earth, its destructive power is truly terrifying!" Aaron peeked out and saw Smaug washing the ground with dragonfire, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"Never mind that, escaping is the priority," Bilbo said anxiously, pulling Aaron up the steps.

But they had only reached the second platform when they encountered Thorin, who was panting heavily.

"You're still alive?"

“I won’t live much longer, the dragons are coming soon,” Bilbo said.

"Have you found the Arkenstone?"

“Good luck.” Aaron nodded and walked toward the passage behind Thorin.

Ding!

A sword stopped in front of the passage. Thorin blocked their way and said coldly, "Arkenstone."

Aaron frowned. He had initially thought Smaug was exaggerating, but now it seemed that the Arkenstones could indeed affect people's minds.

“Let’s get out of here first,” Bilbo said.

Thorin pointed his sword directly at Bilbo, forcing him to retreat.

"Give me."

"I, that gem, am actually..."

Just as Bilbo was about to explain something, he heard low breathing sounds coming from not far away.

The three of them instinctively turned around and met a pair of cold, vertical pupils.

Smaug spotted them; the crimson light emanating from his abdomen was clearly visible in the dimly lit palace and extended continuously toward his long neck.

At this moment, the remaining dwarves also ran out of the passage and lined up in a row, facing the dragon.

“I’m going to burn you all,” Smaug said, taking a few steps toward the crowd.

"Run!"

The group immediately jumped down the steps, narrowly avoiding the fierce crimson dragon flames.

There was a passageway entrance at the bottom of the steps, and without hesitation, everyone quickly slipped inside.

boom!

Smaug pointed his mouth at the ceiling and spewed dragonfire, which spread widely. Thorin, the last person to pass through the passage, was caught in the dragonfire and his clothes caught fire.

"The spring water is clear as water."

Aaron flung a stream of water onto Thorin Mountain, extinguishing the fire.

The group then carefully proceeded along the passage, turning several corners before arriving at a long corridor.

“We’ve shaken it off,” Dorley said in a low voice.

“No,” Dvalin shook his head. “It’s very cunning.”

“Where are we going now?” Bilbo asked.

“Go to the guardhouse on the west side,” Thorin said. “There might be an escape route there.”

“It’s too high up there; there’s no way to escape,” Bahrain objected.

"That's our only chance, we have to go all out," Thorin said, leading the group stealthily down the corridor.

But when they escaped to the guardhouse, they found only skeletons covered in cobwebs.

The exit was blocked by huge rocks, and dozens or even hundreds of dwarves starved to death here, including several infants.

“The remains of our compatriots,” Bahrain said in a somber voice. “They must have come here with great hope.”

“It’s appalling! This is the price of hope turning into despair.” Aaron pursed his lips. “There’s probably no other way out here, or rather, there’s only one way we can go: back and kill Smaug.”

“All of us combined are no match for it,” Dvalin said. “We can hold out for a few more days hiding here, but if we go out, we’ll probably die in the flames.”

“That’s still better than waiting to die here.” Aaron shrugged. “If we fight to the death, we might have a chance to survive, but staying here means certain death.”

You and your dwarf brethren will turn into mummies and remain forever in this despairing place, but I will certainly not die.

You might not believe it, but this isn't exactly a dead end for me.

Bilbo, however, believed in Aaron. He had witnessed Aaron's magic firsthand, and if anyone could escape from Smaug, it would be him.

Chapter 266 The Dwarf Prince's Awakening

"Thorin." Aaron leaned against the wall, looking at him meaningfully. "What do you plan to do? Gandalf asked me to protect you before he left, and my answer is to do what I can."

"If you choose to stay here and wait to die, I will take Bilbo and escape. I promised his safety, and I will keep my word."

"Thank you." Bilbo sniffed, somewhat flattered.

"But if you choose to fight Smaug to the death, I will fight alongside you and do my utmost to ensure that everyone survives."

Thorin stared blankly at the bones scattered on the ground and said, "I would not die like this, curled up, struggling, on the verge of death."

We will take Smaug to the furnace and fight it to the death.

"Have you decided?" Aaron asked with a smile.