The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

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Dumbledore sneaked into the Elven Mansion stealthily. Although he was old, he was still a little nimble. All the way to avoid the patrol of the elves, came to the underground cell without any danger.

When they saw him appear, everyone in the expedition team cried out in surprise.

"Shhhh." The old wizard blinked. "Don't disturb those elves. Their bows and arrows are meant to bite."

He magically opened the door locks one by one, and hugged these short friends.

"Sorin, oh, let me see you." Dumbledore noticed that the heir of the kingdom below the mountain had a very unusual state of mind, which reminded him of Thrain who was imprisoned in Dol Guldur, that is, Thorin father. There is a bloody madness about them.

In his cell Dumbledore saw the dwarven words on the wall, "What are these?"

"It is the book of hatred." A dwarf warrior said, "We write down the names of our enemies, and future generations must remember them, and let the enemies pay back."

Hate, hate. Dumbledore sighed inwardly. He lived through that era, when the Muggle world was devastated, the wizarding world was blinded by hatred, and wizards killed each other. Hatred is often the result of conflict, but it fuels greater conflict, and like a flame, it engulfs the world.

The old educator was not in a hurry to deny Sorin's actions, but only said: "Leaving these words here is not convenient for us to escape, so I will erase them all."

Thorin looked unhappy, but agreed anyway.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the lettering on the wall disappeared, like dust blown by the wind, without a trace.

It was too late for everyone to marvel at the magic, because they were still not in a safe situation at this time.

Even though the old headmaster is proficient in magic, it is not easy to escape from the kingdom of elves with a group of savage dwarves without anyone noticing. This race is too sensitive, and every sign of trouble will attract attention.

If the dwarves can reconcile with the elves, this prison disaster can also be resolved. But the dwarves are too stubborn. According to legend, Vera, who created them, made their temperament as tough as iron so that the dwarves would not be corrupted by evil in the age of darkness and persist in resistance. Asking them to bow their heads is worse than expecting a stubborn stone to bow down.

Dumbledore had to think of a better way to smuggle these short guys out without a hitch. The premise is to attract the attention of these elves, otherwise no matter what you want to do, you will not be able to succeed.

"Dumbledore, our equipment has been taken away by the pointed ears." The dwarf complained.

"Then someone needs to steal it, no?" Dumbledore looked at Bilbo, their hobbit thief.

"But, but," stammered Bilbo. Even an experienced snitch couldn't boast of stealing under the eyes of an elf, let alone a commoner like him.

Dumbledore smiled, and took out an invisibility cloak from his pocket, "Come on, put on this, this is an invisibility cloak. But its magic power is limited and cannot be maintained forever. When you feel the need, press the cloak and say : [Quick stealth]."

"[Quick stealth]."

"Oh, it really works, he disappeared." The dwarves exclaimed excitedly.

Bilbo went in his cloak, and the hobbit moved so silently that even the sharpest elf-shooter could not catch him in his invisibility.

Dumbledore asked Thorin, "Does the Elven King have any special temperament?"

"He likes gems. The bright and white ones. Huh, the hypocritical Thranduil can't resist."

The old mage nodded and had an idea in his mind, "You must obey Bilbo's command, I will attract the attention of the elves, and you can take the opportunity to escape with the Snitch."

The Woodland Kingdom has always been secluded from the world and rarely has outsiders, but today a wealthy human being visited.

This man came in a golden carriage drawn by white horses, the shafts of which were inlaid with amber, and the wheels were set with huge diamonds in the center. After getting out of the car, I saw him wearing gold and silver, his appearance was vulgar, and his tone was even more exaggerated and artificial. The silk and satin on her body are like small hills, and the gems and pearls are like dense forests on the hills. Move around a little and the woodland is illuminated by jewels.

He asked the elf guards guarding the gate to inform him that he would meet the king here.

The elf prince received him very modestly.

The prince welcomed the rich man into the hall, and Thranduil asked from a high place, "Human, why are you here?"

"I have come to compare who is richer with you. As you can see, I love gold and silver, I am generous, I live a carefree life, and I have only one wish, that everyone in Middle-earth know that my wealth is unmatched .”

"Oh?" Thranduil sneered, "What is human wealth worth boasting about? You can't leave much savings in your short life."

"Then you are totally wrong. Although my total savings cannot be compared with the elves' eternal treasure house, there is one special gemstone that is better than all your assets."

"What's so special about your gems? How dare you boast about such a sea? If your gems are very inferior, I will regard them as a rude provocation, and you will not be able to set foot in the elf mansion in the future."

A wealthy human businessman took out a gemstone that looked like a starfish with many feet. Its core seemed to imprison a sun, emitting a scorching orange-red light, refracted and reflected in the gem's complicated facets, and finally revealing a heart-shattering feeling. Warm tone. It seems to be the heart of the earth, as if it is the legacy of the constellations in the sky. The legendary Arken Silmaril is also inferior to its magical power.

Those who saw the gem all admired and sighed.

Thranduil even stepped down from the throne, his gaze stayed on the gemstone for a long time, and he was speechless.

The rich man declared: "As long as you prove that your wealth is comparable to this gem, I can give it to you as a gift."

"Why? You have such kindness?"

The wealthy human businessman said with a smile: "I have always believed that wealth always flows from the poor to the noble. If a person cannot have all the money in the world, he would rather have nothing. If your wealth is better than mine, then I will use this treasure to serve you. You add to the glory."

Thranduil nodded, "Interesting statement." He looked around, "Go and open my treasure house. Bring all my wealth to this hall."

Half of the kingdom's guards went to the treasury, bringing over mountains of gold and silver utensils, all kinds of gorgeous tapestries, precious paintings, peerless sculptures, and sacred objects from ancient times.

They are piled up one by one, but the brilliance they release is still inferior to that of Azura's Star in the hands of humans. Even under its warm light, gold rots, silver dims, silk fades, and holy things lose their luster.

"If there is any wealth in your kingdom, you can compare it with this thing, and everyone can go and get the treasures in your home." The wealthy human businessman uttered wild words.

As a result, all the guards and people of the Woodland Kingdom gathered in the king's hall, and the huge underground world was empty.

The members of the expedition team easily took back their equipment and luggage, swaggered through the main entrance and left the Elf Mansion, got into the carriage at the door, and escaped from the enemy country where they were imprisoned, singing songs smoothly.

Seeing that the strategy has been successful, the wealthy human merchant sighed with feigned regret: "It seems that this treasure cannot compare with the wealth of the Kingdom under the forest after all, so you can have it."

The elf king Thranduil took the gem, full of joy, unaware of the dwarf's escape. He couldn't wait to place the thing on top of the throne, letting it shine in a warm orange glow, and all the woodland elves looked up and admired its beauty.

However, when the wealthy human businessman left quietly, the dazzling Azura Star suddenly went out, and then, under the despairing eyes of all the elves, fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

Thranduil let out a terrified roar: "No, my baby!"

"Those dwarves have escaped." The king's courtier hurriedly reported.

The elf king was furious, and raised his finger to scold, "This must be a conspiracy by the dwarves! Gather the troops and let's go to the Lonely Mountain!"

At the same time, Azog, the leader of the half-orcs, has summoned the army of the Mirk Forest, and dispatched the army to the Lonely Mountain for revenge.

In the underground kingdom of the Misty Mountains, the half-orcs here have been transformed into stronger, cruel dark creatures under the guidance of some evil force. They still seem to be affected by the potion, and their cheeks are full of weird and enthusiastic laughter.

Surrounded by nine ring spirits, a pale and thin king, wearing the lost Supreme Lord of the Rings, stood on the throne of the once half-orc chieftain, and issued an order to this evil army: "Go to the Lonely Mountain, find the wizard, Get that gem back!"