A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 233 Dwarf Visitors Arrive One after another

Aaron put on clean clothes, stood in front of a mirror and simply arranged his hair.

This was the first time he had met a person as hospitable as Bilbo Baggins. Although this guest room was relatively small, it was well-equipped and not much worse than the master bedroom.

The most important thing is that Bilbo has no intention of taking money, and the reason is simple: taking money from a child with impaired memory will disturb his conscience.

Aaron put all his current possessions on the table, ten gold coins.

In this world, gold coins are hard currency. He planned to leave two behind when he left, as a way of thanking Bilbo for taking care of him.

Then he closed the door, bolted it gently, and drew the curtains, leaving no gaps.

After ensuring enough confidentiality, he began to carve a summoning magic circle on the floor.

The white magic circle emitted a faint light, but it soon returned to calm.

"As expected, you can't summon Abe here?" Aaron frowned slightly, "Specific magical creatures from another world can't do it, but ordinary animals in this world should be able to do it. It's just hard to say whether they will obey or not."

"Gaius." There was a knock on the door, followed by Bilbo's voice, "Come out for dinner."

"Come here."

Aaron came out of the guest room and saw two fried grass carp on the dining table, still emitting hot steam.

"The seasonings are here. You can add salt and pepper according to your own taste." Bilbo pushed the seasoning bowl in front of Aaron and said after hesitating for a moment: "If you don't like fish, there are cheese and fruits in the pantry." , vegetables, bread and all kinds of meat.”

“That’s good enough, I’m not that pretentious.

But I would be happy if there was wine. "

"Drink?" Bilbo paused, then shook his head and said, "You can't drink, you are too young."

"I told you not to treat me like a child. My ability to drink may not be any worse than yours."

"That's not OK."

"As you wish, host." Aaron spread his hands helplessly. He just wanted to drink some wine to celebrate that he had spent the first day safely in a different world. Why was it so difficult!

Jingle Bell!

Bilbo had just put on his napkin and sprinkled a handful of salt on the fried fish when the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door."

Aaron stood up and walked towards the door. When the door opened, he saw a bright light bulb... to be precise, it was a bald head illuminated by candlelight.

This middle-aged man was a little taller than Bilbo, and he didn't have pointed ears or thickly clad feet. It was initially judged that he was a dwarf.

When the dwarf saw Aaron, he was surprised for a moment and then bowed respectfully and said, "Dwalin, I'm at your service."

Aaron: ...

what's the situation?

Dwarf etiquette? But isn’t ‘waiting for dispatch’ an exaggeration?

"Uh...wait a minute." Aaron turned around, "Mr. Baggins, do you know a dwarf named Dwalin?"

Bilbo walked to the door and looked up and down at the dusty Dwalin, his expression became a little strange.

"do we know each other?"

"I don't know." Dwalin said directly, and then walked into Bag End on his own.

"Bilbo, I personally feel that letting strangers into your home is a rash decision."

"I thought so too, but you opened the door."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, it made sense, but I was speechless.

"Which way, little brother, this way?" Dwalin asked, taking off his cloak.

"Where is what?" Bilbo asked in confusion.

"Dinner." Dwalin threw his cloak to Bilbo. "He said there would be food, and plenty of it."

"He said?" Bilbo looked confused, "Who said that?"

"You don't have to guess. You know it's Gandalf." Aaron pointed to the door, which had a blue fluorescent pattern on it. "These eight achievements are marks."

Hearing this, Bilbo blinked, "Why did he do that?"

"This is what's for dinner!" Dvalin's rough voice came from inside the room, "I'm too hungry, so I won't be polite."

"I don't know why he did it, but I know the robbers wouldn't say hello to you before they robbed your home."

By the time the two of them reached the dining table, Bilbo's fish had been half eaten by Dwalin, and even the side dishes were not left out.

As soon as he set his eyes on the plate opposite, Aaron sat back down and stabbed his dinner with a fork.

Dwalin was too embarrassed to compete with a child for food, so he picked up the remaining half of the fish and bit off the head in one bite.

"This is delicious, do you have any more?"

"What?" Bilbo was stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party was not full, "Yes."

He took down a plate full of bread from another table, but when he handed it over, he accidentally left one for himself.

"Please help yourself."

Dwalin was not polite at all. He grabbed the bread and stuffed it into his mouth, leaving crumbs all over the floor.

"It's just that I didn't expect visitors," said Bilbo.

"Then I'm afraid you have to be mentally prepared." Aaron reminded somewhat unbearably, "Do you still remember what Gandalf said?

‘I’m looking for adventure partners’, ‘I’m going to inform others’.

If I'm not wrong, there will be a lot of people coming over tonight, and your house will be very lively.

And Mr. Dwalin came in and said: He said there would be a lot of food here.

It is not difficult to judge that most of these people came hungry. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang again.

Bilbo was a little confused. It seemed inappropriate to open the door, but if he didn't open the door...

Dwalin glanced sideways at Bilbo. "The doorbell is ringing."

Gulu!

It seems even more inappropriate not to open the door.

Bilbo swallowed and gave Aaron a look of help.

He didn't know how he could ask a teenager for help, but he was really at his wits' end.

"Don't look at me like that, it's your turn to open the door this time." Aaron made a gesture of invitation, "It would have been nice if you had listened to my advice earlier and gone out to hide for two days, but now you can only open the door."

Bilbo nodded sadly and walked towards the door again.

"Kid." Dwalin looked at Aaron, "I need to confirm your name."

"Gaius, Aaron Gaius." Aaron ate his dinner calmly, "Remember this name, it will leave a legend in this world."

"Ha!" Dwalin raised an appreciative smile, "I'll wait."

"Bahrain, at your service."

A dwarf with white hair and white beard stood at the door. He was not young, but he was already strong and looked very energetic.

"Good evening," said Bilbo.

"Yes, it's very good." Bahrain looked up at the night sky, "Although I think it will rain."

"Am I late?"

"Uh...you're the second one here."

"That means you're not late." Balin walked into Bag End and saw Dwalin eating, and laughed heartily, "Good evening, brother."

Dwalin also laughed when he saw his old acquaintance, "God, you are fatter and shorter than the last time we met."

"Only fatter, not shorter." Balin said with a smile, "My head is still smarter than yours."

The two made friendly eye contact. After getting closer, they bumped their heads against each other's forehead, and then laughed in unison. This may be a special way of communication between friends.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

But are you looking in the wrong place? "

"Alas!" Aaron sighed, "Bilbo, unless you tear down your door now, they really didn't find the wrong place."

Bilbo pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Two old friends, Dwalin and Balin, were chatting familiarly, but they ended up in the kitchen while they were talking.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"what is this?"

"I don't know, cheese, but it's turned blue and full of mold."

...

When Bilbo saw them unscrewing his barrel, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "It's not that I'm not hospitable, hobbits are very hospitable, but I want to get to know my guests first.

I actually don't know you guys at all, and I don't want to be rude, but I have to say... I'm sorry. "

The two dwarves who were still chatting and automatically ignoring Bilbo fell silent at the same time and looked at him in unison.

"I accept your apology." Balin nodded with a smile, then looked at Dwalin, "Help me fill up the wine, don't be stingy."

Then the doorbell rang again.

Aaron put down his knife and fork, "I'll open the door for you this time!"

"Oh! Thank you." Bilbo really needed to calm down and didn't want to be stimulated anymore.

The door opened, and two younger dwarves stood outside the door, but compared to the first two, they brought enough weight.

"Fili."

"Kili"

"At your disposal."

"Welcome, please come in."

"You must be Mr. Gaius." Kili said curiously, "Gandalf didn't tell us your age, which is really surprising."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. He originally thought that Bilbo was the only one involved in the adventuring party, but he didn't expect that Gandalf still didn't leave him behind.

That's too much. Even if I lose my memory, you won't let it go.

"Yes, it's me, Aaron Gaius." Aaron forced a smile, "I would like to ask, what is the plan of the old man Gandalf?"

"He will tell you this when he comes," said Fili. "Is Mr. Baggins here?"

"He is entertaining Dwalin and Balin."

"Thank God, it seems we are not late." Kili walked into the door with a little excitement, and hung some of the weapons he brought on Aaron's shoulders.

Fili took off the sword from his back and put it in Aaron's hand, "Be careful, I just asked someone to sharpen it."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and pulled out the sword a few inches, "Wow, the quality is okay, but the person you hired is not that professional. There is a very, very small gap on the edge of this sword. "

"Do you understand this?" Feili was a little surprised.

"My ancestors worked as a blacksmith." Aaron smiled and put the sword into its scabbard. "I suggest you change it to a better one. Although this gap may seem harmless, it will be a fatal flaw when used with sharper weapons."

Hearing this, Fili nodded silently.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to change, it’s just that he doesn’t have the money.

"Don't step on it, that's my mother's maiden box." Bilbo came over and stopped Kili from rubbing the mud on his shoes with the fucking box.

"Fili, Kili, come and help."

Dwalin put his arm around Kili and pulled him toward the dining room, and Fili followed.

The four dwarves were not in a hurry to reminisce, but tidied up the room.

"Put this in the corridor so that everyone can come in." The elder Bahrain commanded.

"How many people are coming?" Bilbo asked a little tiredly.

“Be prepared for the worst.” Aaron patted him on the shoulder, “Like, filling this room.

But one thing I can basically confirm is that all the people who came are dwarves, except Gandalf. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang again.

"Should I open the door this time?" Aaron put Fili and Kili's weapons in the corner and was about to walk towards the door when Bilbo stepped in front of him.

I saw him being very angry and scolding as he walked.

"No one is home, go bother others, there are already too many dwarves here.

What idiot came up with this joke? Haha, it’s so tasteless. "

Bilbo opened the door forcefully, preparing to let the dwarves outside the door see Candide's anger.

However, as soon as the door opened, a group of dwarves fell in from the door uncontrollably.

"Ouch!"

"Get up, you fat man."

After silently comparing the number of people, Bilbo swallowed back his words with great sincerity.

At this time, a pair of blue pupils appeared in front of the two of them, and Gandalf was bending down to look into Bag End.

"Gandalf." Bilbo looked at him angrily.

Aaron showed a standard fake smile, "Gray-robed magician, I think we need an explanation."

"There will be an explanation, but before that, can you please ask the owner of this cave to entertain the guests from afar?" Gandalf smiled sheepishly, "After all, I managed to organize this adventure with great difficulty."

"We have no problem with you organizing the adventure, but why are you meeting at Mr. Bilbo Baggins's house?

It’s okay to meet at Mr. Baggins’ house. Why didn’t we tell us in advance? We were not mentally prepared at all.

Of course, these are not big things. For the hospitable hobbits, it will be over in a few days, as long as you don't add us to the adventure list. "

"This..." Gandalf hesitated for a moment, "I will follow your own wishes. It is up to you to decide whether to go or not."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Bilbo aside, "Mr. Baggins, I can only help you gain some initiative, but you still have to do what needs to be done."

"I understand." Bilbo glanced at the dwarves who were gathering in Dwalin's room one after another, and said a little tiredly: "The hobbits will entertain these visitors well."

"No, you don't understand. You have to be prepared for hemorrhaging, they will probably have a party at your house.

If you can, I'd like you to help me fill a bottle of wine, because if nothing else, the barrel will be emptied soon. "

"Children can't drink." Bilbo said bluntly, and then he realized, "It's not that serious!"

"It's always good to be more prepared." Aaron said with some sympathy, "I suggest you take a pen and paper to record your losses, and then ask Gandalf for reimbursement later. To some extent, he is the culprit. ”

Gandalf: ...