A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The dwarves' forging skills are indeed excellent, but the weapons they create are probably similar to the Beastbite Sword.

There's only one piece of the Heart of Lonely Mountain, so it's best to hand it over to our ancestor Alger when we get back; he's the expert.

......

As night fell, Aaron successfully collected the quest reward of two thousand magic points.

Just as I was about to open my personal panel, I felt a warm sensation in my left arm.

Lifting up the sleeve, the Gaius family crest is faintly visible, a sign that one can return home.

Upon seeing the familiar World Tree symbol, Aaron couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and then burst into laughter, but as he laughed, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

An overwhelming sense of grievance welled up in his heart. Heaven knows how he endured the past six months, not having enough to eat or wear, and spending every day either on the road or on the road.

That's fine, it's only right to suffer a little after signing the contract.

But then things went too far: he went to jail, was relentlessly hunted down, fought a dragon-slaying battle, and finally joined a massive war.

This trip to another world wasn't too dangerous for him, but it was incredibly exciting.

Calling it hell mode is a bit of an exaggeration, but there is still a difficult mode.

I thought it was a long time before I could go home, but the surprise came unexpectedly.

"Go home, right now..."

No, there's something else I need to take care of.

Aaron suppressed his excitement and lay down on the bed, ready to get a good night's sleep.

He was definitely more tired than anyone else today. He had killed at least four figures of orcs, but the consumption of magic power and physical strength was also unprecedented. His body would not be able to hold on if he did not get a proper rest.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Aaron woke up from his sleep, quickly washed his face, and left the room.

To his surprise, Bilbo also came out of his room and packed his luggage.

The two exchanged a smile, said nothing, and tacitly walked towards the city gate.

Are you going home?

“I suppose so! I also informed Gandalf.” Bilbo chuckled easily. “Thorin has inherited the throne, Bard has taken away enough wealth to rebuild Dale, Thranduil has retrieved the national treasures, and the threat of the orcs is no longer there.”

It seems everyone got what they wanted, and it's time for my journey to come to an end.

"Really? That's exactly what I was thinking too."

As soon as the two reached the city gate, thirteen dwarves, including Thorin, were standing there.

Gandalf walked up to the two men with a smile. "Excuse me for informing them."

"Even if you're leaving, you should at least say goodbye to us!" Thorin said, somewhat dissatisfied.

“I don’t really like farewell scenes.” Aaron pursed his lips, took out his wand and waved it lightly, and a silver-white raven flew out. “But my guardian spirit will tell you after I leave.”

Bilbo walked up to the group and pondered for a moment, "If any of you happen to pass by Bag End, um... afternoon tea starts at four o'clock, with plenty of refreshments. We look forward to welcoming you anytime, no need to knock!"

The dwarves smiled knowingly and bowed to Bilbo Baggins, just as they had done at Bag End the first time.

Under the watchful eyes of the thirteen dwarves, Aaron, Bilbo, and Gandalf each mounted a pony and slowly made their way towards the Shire.

However, just as they left the area of ​​Lonely Mountain, a white horse blocked their way.

“Prince Legolas,” Gandalf asked, somewhat surprised, “was King Thranduil sent you?”

“No, this has nothing to do with my father. I’m looking for him.” Legolas looked at Aaron meaningfully. “I believe you should still remember what you promised me.”

Chapter 289 The Moon Drop, Landing Means Nouveau Riche

"That's why I didn't choose to go home immediately," Aaron said with a grin, then took out the Moon Drop that he had treasured for three years.

"What is this?" Gandalf's pupils contracted as he stared in astonishment at the bottle of purple solution. "I have never seen such a magical solution."

"This is the essence of the moon, which can dispel all negative states."

"It's a panacea; frankly, it can even break the allure of the Arkenstone." Aaron uttered the most shocking words in a calm tone.

"You intend to use it to heal my father's face?" Legolas found it hard to believe. If Aaron was telling the truth, then this solution was exceptionally precious.

Aaron nodded, without denying it.

"I'm a doctor, and I've observed Thranduil's face up close. After using the Moon Drops to remove the residual magic from the dragonfire, it was just a normal burn."

I believe that with the resources of the Woodland Kingdom, treating burns shouldn't be a problem. A full recovery will take a long time, but time is the one thing you elves have no shortage of.

“I am extremely grateful,” Legolas said sincerely.

"Don't rush to thank me. One bottle is too much. One cup is enough. Tell your father to use it sparingly."

"One cup...that's fine too."

Aaron was pleased with the other party's understanding. He used Transfiguration to create three small cups, poured one-third of the Moon Drops into them, and sealed the cups.

"One is for Thranduil, it's my promise; the other is for you, it's my way of showing my friendship to the elves!"

"Gaius." Gandalf, also somewhat envious, asked impatiently, "Is the third one for me?"

"It's really not easy being a wizard. We have to worry about the peace of Middle-earth every moment. Having an antidote will give me more confidence when I face Sauron in the future."

Aaron rolled his eyes at him, then solemnly placed the third Moon Drop into Bilbo's hands.

Gandalf, that old bastard, wasn't worried at all, but Bilbo was a different story. The One Ring was ultimately a hidden danger, and having the antidote with him was at least a form of insurance.

Gandalf watched longingly until Aaron put away the remaining drops of moon, only then did he give up that thought.

"Legolas, if I may be curious, what about you and Tauriel?"

“He chose that dwarf, and I will respect her choice,” Legolas said with a smile. “Elves have long lifespans, and some things can become quite troublesome if not dealt with decisively.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow and silently gave him a thumbs up in his mind.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, and many people understand this principle, but most people tend to get stuck on trivialities. There aren't many people as open-minded as him.

“Gaius, where do you plan to go next?” Legolas asked. “If you don’t have any ideas, you can come with me to the Dundan tribe in the north. My father wants me to go there to find a Swift Walker.”

"Heh! Not interested." Aaron refused without even thinking.

Are you kidding me? I've suffered enough in this world already.

Having finally been able to go home and rest, there's absolutely no way I'm going to take any more risks.

“Alright!” Legolas wasn’t disappointed; it wouldn’t hurt for him to start the journey alone.

“Ahem!” Gandalf coughed. “Actually, you can come with me to Rivendell. King Elrond, Queen Galadriel, and Redagast are all there. They will be very happy to see you.”

Aaron: ......

Damn it! There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me!

Having met these bigwigs, it probably won't be so easy for him to extricate himself now.

"No, I'm planning to go home." Aaron sighed softly. "I miss my mom."

"Where do you live?" Bilbo asked curiously. "If it's convenient, could you tell me? I might visit you sometime."

“That’s probably impossible, Bilbo Baggins.” Gandalf puffed on his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring. “His home is so far away that you could walk there your whole life and still not reach it.”

"Right, Gaius?"

"You know?" Aaron looked at Gandalf with amusement. "When?"

“During yesterday’s battle, your magic was so exaggerated that it made me doubt whether you were from this world,” Gandalf chuckled. “Now can you tell me the answer?”

"You guessed right, I was only going to tell Bilbo."

"You come from another world?" Bilbo's head was buzzing. "It's not written like that in any book."

"Perhaps you could write one yourself."

"Then the Moon Drops are also a product of your world?" Legolas asked curiously.

“No, that’s my own treasure, unique even in my world.” Aaron shrugged. “So you’d better use this potion sparingly.”

Gandalf seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Was your self-introduction earlier also true?"

"Of course, I am the most outstanding heir of the Gaius Magic Family."

According to ancestral teachings, those with exceptional talent must travel to other worlds at a certain age to gain experience and spread the name of Gaius.

"What about those teachers you mentioned?" Bilbo asked hesitantly, "And your ancestors... could they be real too?"

Aaron chuckled. "Guess?"

Bilbo chuckled sheepishly. No need to guess, it was probably true.

“Gaius, you should be able to stay a little longer!” Gandalf smiled kindly.

"Hmph!" Aaron gave him a disdainful look. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Gandalf, you are much like my headmaster. You are a good man, no doubt, but you are always thinking of getting something out of me.

If I'm not mistaken, this so-called 'period of time' might be stretched indefinitely!

Upon hearing this, Gandalf's face turned red, and his smile instantly froze.

It's impossible not to feel embarrassed when a child sees through your thoughts.

That was indeed his thought. The crisis in Middle-earth had been temporarily averted, but undercurrents were still surging beneath the surface.

Sauron has not been defeated yet, and it is unknown when he will return.

These wizards and the Elf King are all old adversaries of Sauron. He knows them well, and if he really targets them, it will be impossible to defend against them.

But if a wizard with powerful and unfamiliar abilities joins them, the situation will be very different.

Moreover, Aaron fully demonstrated his wisdom, character, and strength during the expedition, making him completely trustworthy. It can be said that there was no more suitable candidate than him.

"Looks like I wasn't wrong, you just want to fleece me!" Aaron said indignantly. "Let me tell you, even if I die, die outside, jump off Raven Ridge, I will not stay in this world."

"I've endured more suffering in my life than I've ever experienced in this period of time. I'm only fourteen years old, why should I have to suffer like this?"

Gandalf opened his mouth, wanting to try his best to persuade Aaron, but Aaron didn't give him the chance at all.