A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“This is the only good news,” Gandalf said bluntly. “With you there, Thorin and the others are not in any danger, and with a bit of luck, they might even escape unscathed.”

Thoughts in words: ......

Who are these people? They think too highly of me!

"You're an avatar?" Legolas looked at the thought in astonishment. "How did you do that? I can't tell the difference between you and the original at all."

"Talent, mainly due to my one-in-a-million talent." The Thought-to-Be proudly raised its chin, secretly thinking: It's a miracle you could tell.

The Thought Entity is created by splitting half of the original body's magic power. It has flesh and blood and emotions. Not to mention you, even a wizard like Dumbledore, who can step into the Saint Magister at any time, cannot tell the difference.

"Can he really guarantee the safety of Qili and the others?" Tarell asked with some doubt.

“Absolutely,” Gandalf said calmly. “I have never met anyone with a stronger will to survive than him. The fact that he dared to go means he is confident that he can return safely.”

The "Thoughtful Body" gave an awkward laugh, offering no rebuttal.

My main body still has at least two thousand points of mana. Apparition and Animagus are enough to make me run away. If all else fails, I can use the Disillusionment Charm to hide for a while.

If it really comes to the worst, he can use a water-repelling spell to jump into the icy river. He doesn't believe that orcs would risk freezing to death to rescue people from the icy river.

“But their situation is still very dangerous,” Tarell said. “We need to find a way to notify them.”

“No need.” The thought entity pointed to its head. “Although I am an avatar, this avatar is not some third-rate thing. It can communicate with the main body at any time.”

He'd already been informed that Borg would attack from the north, and Thorin and the others would know too.

"Well done," Gandalf praised.

“Um…should we go and help them?” Bilbo said with some concern. “I’m not trying to spoil the mood, but I wouldn’t be worried about anyone else, but…he’s Thorin!”

Upon hearing this, Gandalf gasped and inexplicably felt a toothache.

They'd completely forgotten about that; Bilbo's worries were not unfounded.

Thorin's grandfather and father both died at the hands of Azog, and as the saying goes, enemies meeting are bound to be furious. Even though he knew Ravenhill was a trap, he was still bound to lose his mind when he saw Azog.

In the heat of the moment, it's not impossible for him to stay there and fight Asog to the death.

"Aaron, can you persuade him to stop?"

"What do you think?" The thought rolled its eyes. "You know how stubborn Thorin is. All I can say is that I'll do my best."

But if he really won't listen to advice, just knock him out and carry him back.

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances, speechless with disbelief.

This approach is somewhat unethical, but there seems to be no better way.

......

Raven Ridge.

Having just dealt with a group of goblin mercenaries, Aaron received a message from his psychic entity, causing him to frown deeply. "Thorin, my clone has sent word that Borg is leading a force of Gangabaean orcs to attack. We must leave here immediately."

“We almost succeeded,” Dvalin said angrily. “That filthy orc is right here. We should continue.”

“No, that would be exactly what we’re doing,” Thorin said calmly. “It’s Azog’s trap, a terrible snare.”

Aaron was somewhat surprised, but mostly delighted.

Thorin Oakenshield has changed his ways, so he doesn't have to waste his breath anymore.

Thorin glanced regretfully at the top of the watchtower and reluctantly gave the order to retreat.

However, as soon as they mounted the goats, Azog, who was hiding in the shadows, could no longer contain himself.

Thorin wanted to kill him, but he also wanted to kill Thorin!

Thorin Oakenshield was once just a down-on-his-luck dwarf prince who repeatedly escaped the pursuit of orcs, but now he has obtained the Arkenstone and is the rightful king of the dwarves.

Even if the orcs win the war and occupy Lonely Mountain, as long as Thorin lives, he can unite the dwarf tribes, making it extremely difficult to kill him then.

"Thorin Oakenshield." Azog called Thorin's name as he stepped out of the watchtower. "Is the mighty dwarf king about to slink away in disgrace?"

"You don't know anything. This is called 'where there's life, there's hope.'" Aaron said nonchalantly. "Don't think we don't know that Borg is bringing the Gangdaba orcs over. Once this place is surrounded, we won't be able to leave even if we want to."

“That’s it, Azog,” Thorin sneered. “You’re lucky today, you’ve escaped with your life, but you won’t be so lucky next time.”

After saying that, Thorin prepared to leave with his men.

“Thorn,” Azog scoffed, uttering Thorin’s father’s name. “The scene of me killing that dwarf was truly a sight to behold; I still vividly remember the fear in his eyes.”

Oh, and your grandfather, what was his name again?

Thor, your king was beheaded by my own hand and thrown on the ground like trash.

Two dwarf kings died at my hands, and it's understandable that the third dwarf king, fearing for his life, would want to be a coward!

Damn it!

Aaron inwardly groaned; Asog was just too damn mean.

This move not only brought up personal and national grievances, but also repeatedly rubbed their self-esteem into the ground, which is unbearable for anyone.

"Thorin, calm down, calm down, you must calm down."

"I can't calm down." Thorin's hand gripped the reins tightly involuntarily, and the next second he dismounted from the goat's back. "Today I must kill him."

“We can’t stay calm either,” Dvalin said angrily. “The dwarf king has been insulted, and we can’t pretend we didn’t hear it.”

Fili and Kiri nodded in succession and stood beside Thorin.

Aaron: ......

Holy crap! What are you three doing here?!

Chapter 285 Good Advice Is Hard to Persuade That Damn It, Let's Play a Big Game

“Thorin, I really understand you,” Aaron earnestly advised, “but you are the king. Think of your people. You absolutely cannot risk your life at this time.”

Thorin turned his head, his face expressionless but his eyes filled with a resolute look. "Precisely because I am the king, I cannot remain indifferent."

Azog insulted not just me, but the entire Durin tribe, and the entire dwarf clan.

"We need to prioritize the bigger picture!" Aaron said with a dark face. "Anyone with eyes can see this is a trap, and you, no, you all are still foolishly walking into it."

Once Borg's orc army arrives, then...

“Then kill that demon king before they arrive,” Thorin said firmly.

“Leave the other orcs to us.” Dvalin patted his chest, assuring Thorin that the other orcs wouldn’t bother him. Fili and Kiri also drew their weapons in unison.

Aaron took a few deep breaths silently, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. "The courage of the dwarves has truly opened my eyes, but have you ever thought about what will happen if you fail?"

The king was beheaded by the orcs, the dwarves' morale plummeted, and they were subsequently wiped out.

Thorin, Moria is a cautionary tale; don't tell me you're going to repeat the same mistake.

Thorin paused slightly, glanced at Azog who had a cold smile on his face, and then sighed, "Sometimes sacrifice is more meaningful. Dain and his Ironfoot army will do everything in their power to avenge the king."

Gaius, I have a request of you, as a friend.

"If I die, you must take Phil and Kili with you. Phil will be the next dwarf king."

"Uncle, I..."

“Shut up.” Thorin stared sternly at his two nephews. “This is the king’s order. I may die here, but you must return alive.”

“Touchingly moving.” Aaron silently took out his wand and collapsed to the ground.

Just as the curse was about to strike Thorin, Dvalin pulled him away and glared at Aaron, demanding, "What are you trying to do?"

Grass mud horse!

Aaron was on the verge of tears. "You're a traitor, aren't you? Can't you tell I was saving him?"

"Um...actually, it's a misunderstanding. I just wanted to knock him out and then take him away safely."

“Gaius, thank you for your kindness, but if you still consider me a friend, don’t stop me,” Thorin said with a smile. “This is for the honor of the Turin clan, and I will protect it to the end, even if it means death.”

Aaron: ......

Tired, destroy it!

......

Meanwhile, in River Valley City.

The thought entity, which was fighting alongside Gandalf and others, suddenly received the memories of its original self.

"Fuck Fuck!"

The thought entity sensed the anger and helplessness of the original body, its eyes blazing with fury, and its body emanating a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

Just then, a giant beast appeared before him. The thought entity, seeing this ready-made punching bag, raised its fist and began to vent its anger.

boom! boom! boom!

The Longing Body Fist struck with incredible force, causing the giant beast to foam at the mouth and retreat all the way from the alley entrance to the alley end.

As he retreated to the end of the alley and was about to lose his last consciousness, a flame ignited on the right fist of the thought entity, "Fire Dragon's... Iron Fist."

boom!

The enormous figure let out a final scream, rose into the sky in a ball of fire, and then fell heavily back down.

"Gandalf, who exactly is this guy?" Legolas asked in astonishment. "Are you sure he's a mage?"

"Are you sure it's an avatar?" Tarell was also somewhat shocked.

"I didn't know he could fight a giant beast hand-to-hand!" Gandalf said sheepishly. In fact, this was no longer hand-to-hand combat; it was blatant torture.

These wizards were no weaker than top warriors, but they hadn't escaped the realm of humanity. However, Aaron was a complete anomaly. His magical power and combat strength were ridiculously exaggerated, making him seem like someone from another world.

Gandalf suddenly realized something, and his expression subtly changed as an almost impossible truth surfaced in his mind.

"Um... are you alright?" Bilbo walked over and asked with concern.

"Something's happened, something big, something very big," the thought said angrily. "Thorin plans to stay on Raven Mountain and fight Azog to the death."

"What?" Gandalf was shocked and almost stumbled to the ground. "Has he gone mad? Didn't you tell him about the Gangdabad orc army?"

"What do you think?" The thought rolled its eyes. "I explained it very clearly, even telling him the consequences of failure, but it was no use."

Azog dragged his grandfather and father into the discussion, utterly damaging the reputation of the Turin royal family and the dignity of the dwarves. Do you think he could tolerate that?