A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 235 A Contract That Can Stun People

"Don't forget, there are wizards in our team." Kili cleverly brought the topic to Gandalf, "Gandalf must have killed hundreds of dragons in his life."

"No." Gandalf waved his hand awkwardly, "I wouldn't say that."

"I think so too." Aaron sneered, "With hundreds of dragons, your imagination is somewhat rich.

If Gandalf was so powerful, why would he need to organize an adventuring party? "

"How many are there?" Doli asked eagerly.

"What?"

"How many dragons have you killed?"

Gandalf was smoking, choked and speechless.

"Quick! Give us a number."

Gandalf didn't answer, and the dwarves seemed to get a sad answer from his silence, and they immediately started quarreling.

The scene suddenly became extremely noisy, and the team was in chaos even before they started.

"enough."

Thorin stood up with a loud shout, and the others fell silent instantly.

"We see the omens, but others can't?"

"Sorry, I'll interrupt again.

What are the signs? "

Thorin turned and glared at him.

Why do children interrupt when adults are talking? Don't you see that I am gathering military morale?

"The omen says that the time has come," Ouyin explained. "There is a prophecy that when the birds of the past fly to Erub again, the reign of monsters will end."

“Now rumors are starting to spread that the dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years.

Everyone is looking at the lonely mountain in the east, looking at it, thinking about it, and assessing the risks. Maybe our wealth is unattended at the moment. Should we just sit back and watch them take advantage of it?

Or maybe we should take this opportunity to recapture Erub. "

The last words Thorin yelled out, inspired by their leader, boosted the morale of the dwarves.

But Aaron couldn't laugh. This adventure might be more difficult than he thought.

If Smaug took away the home of the dwarves sixty years ago, it means that it has lived for at least sixty years, and in those sixty years, people would not dare to approach it just because of its name.

This is not a simple demon dragon, at least it is at the Dragon King level.

"You forgot something, the main entrance is sealed." Bahrain said, "We cannot enter the Lonely Mountain."

"Balin, that's not entirely correct." Gandalf flipped his fingers, and a jet-black key appeared in his hand.

Thorin stared at the key and asked in disbelief, "How did you get it?"

"Your father gave it to me. Thorne asked me to take care of it. Now it's yours."

Thorin put away the key, as if recalling his father, his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"If there's a key, there must be a door," Fili said.

Gandalf nodded and pointed to the secret text on the edge of the map, "The runes say there is a secret passage leading to the bottom hall.

It's hard to find though, the dwarven door is invisible when closed.

The answer is hidden somewhere on the map, but I can't decipher it yet, but there are people in Middle-earth who can. "

"The mission I have planned requires secrecy and extraordinary courage." Gandalf said, looking at Aaron and Bilbo. "If we are careful, we should succeed."

"That's why we need Snitch." Ori suddenly said.

After the words fell, everyone looked at Aaron and Bilbo, who looked at each other in confusion.

"Mr. Baggins, you have also been a snitch!" Aaron teased, "I would like to ask, are you...professional?"

"I'm not a snitch. I've never stolen anything in my life."

"You're not a snitch." Aaron frowned, then opened his eyes in shock, "Wait a minute, you're not asking me to steal something, are you?"

"Perhaps." Gandalf took a puff of cigarette, "In my plan, if Bilbo doesn't go, then you have to be a snitch."

"Waltfalk!" Aaron rolled his eyes, "Is it appropriate for you to bully a child like this?"

"You are not an ordinary child." Gandalf tapped Aaron's sleeve with his cigarette rod, and a black wand fell out. "Humans who can do magic are extremely rare even in Middle-earth. Come here and count.”

"Are you a wizard?" Thorin asked unexpectedly.

Others also looked at him curiously, especially Bilbo, who realized that his guest seemed to be hiding some secret.

"Uh... don't look at me like that." Aaron waved his hand with a sneer, "I misunderstood, I am not a wizard, and I have nothing to do with wizards."

"Then how do you explain this wand?" Balin asked.

"It's passed down from our ancestors." Aaron opened his mouth.

"Haha!" Thorin sneered, "We are fairly well-informed people, but we have never heard of Gaius."

"This is normal, after all, it has been passed down for so many generations." Aaron said and looked at Gandalf angrily, "You also understand that I can't use any magic."

"It doesn't matter. This adventure may bring out your potential."

Aaron: ...

It’s not over, right?

"But I've never stolen anything.

Even with this experience, how much memory do you think my brain can hold now? "

"That's why I put you on the bench." Gandalf took a puff of his cigarette, "The main thing is to look at Bilbo."

"Me?" Bilbo pointed at himself blankly, "Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

"certainly.

Hobbits are very agile and can come and go without leaving a trace.

Moreover, the evil dragon is very familiar with the smell of dwarves, but has never smelled the smell of hobbits, which will give us a great advantage. "Gandalf looked at Thorin after explaining, "You asked me to find the fourteenth companion of the expedition, and I chose Mr. Baggins.

And I took it upon myself to add a fifteenth partner, Aaron Gaius.

They may not look like much, but the contribution they can make is beyond your imagination. You have to believe me on this. "

"Okay!" Thorin nodded slightly, "It's up to you!

Give them the contract. "

Balin took out a piece of folded parchment, "It's just a general contract, outlining the self-pay part, time required, remuneration, funeral expenses, etc."

The two looked at each other and walked to the side to watch.

Contract: Cash on delivery.

If there is a profit, each person can get up to one-fifteenth.

"Sounds fair." Bilbo nodded.

"Fair?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Thirteen dwarves, you, me, Gandalf... sixteen people, one-fifteenth of each.

Although I'm not very good at math, I know there's a problem, and it's a big problem.

There are countless murders in history caused by uneven distribution of spoils! "

"Yes! It should be one sixteenth."

"Cash on delivery." Thorin said calmly, "I am responsible for receiving the goods, and I am not among the fifteen people.

In addition, that is not stolen money, it is the wealth of our dwarves, and we have the right to get it back. "

"That's no problem." Aaron smiled and continued to read the rest.

The group will not be responsible for injuries incurred or resulting from the expedition, including but not limited to lacerations.

"Tear?" Bilbo paused.

“It’s normal, after all, you are stealing things under the nose of the dragon.

If you can't dodge Smaug's claws...it's a laceration. "

Bilbo's eyes twitched and he opened the following text: Abdominal organs were missing.

"It's normal that if the claws are pierced deeper, some organs may be pulled out. If you are lucky enough to see Smaug's dragon teeth, maybe you won't die in such pain, just one bite and it will be over.

But it doesn't matter, with the hobbit's skill, it is not easy to avoid the dragon's claws. "

"Haha!" Bilbo's face turned pale, "You are so funny."

"A lot of people have praised me so much."

"Didn't you lose your memory? Do you still remember many people?"

"Amnesia can also be recovered, but my recovery is slower." Yaren said confidently.

Bilbo was speechless, looked at the irresponsible last part of the group, and couldn't help but swallow.

"And burning to death?"

"This...at least you don't have to experience the pain of lacerations and missing organs."

"You are more humorous than I thought." Bilbo put the contract on Aaron's hand, then squatted down with his hands on his legs, as if he had run a marathon, and his breathing was extremely rapid.

"Are you okay, little brother?" Balin asked.

"It's okay." Bilbo waved his hand and exhaled several times in succession, "I just feel a little dizzy."

"Imagine it being an incinerator with wings..." Bofur stood up and briefly described it.

"I need air."

"In a flash of lightning, you will be reduced to ashes."

Bilbo stood up straight, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold it any longer.

"no."

boom!

The hobbit was so frightened that he fainted.

"You are really a disservice!" Gandalf said speechlessly.

"This is necessary." Aaron quickly signed his name in the Snitch column of the contract: Aaron Gaius, son of Vico Gaius.

"What I said is the truth, and the real situation will only be more cruel.

It's better to faint now than when you see the dragon! "

"I thought so," Bofur said.

"Pull him down! You didn't mean to scare people, but what you said was much more vivid than me."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Thorin asked.

"This...maybe it's because my mental quality is better!"

Just kidding, I have seen the entire process of dissecting the human body.

There is no comparison between a mere evil dragon and Maul. His specimen room is truly terrifying.

Aaron knelt down, holding Bilbo's philtrum with one hand and placing the other on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart.

"water."

Gandalf handed over a wine glass. Aaron checked it and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth, "It's too bad! You gave me a glass of hot water because it won't kill him because it's too hot?"

"Sorry, I thought you were going to give him water." Gandalf said sheepishly, and immediately took a glass of cold water.

puff!

Aaron splashed it directly on Bilbo's face, and the hobbit's eyes opened immediately, but he seemed to have not recovered from the shock.

"You know how to do this?" Gandalf asked curiously.

"I know a little bit, my ancestor was a doctor."

"Didn't you say that your ancestor was a blacksmith?" Fili asked.

"No, Fili, he just said that his ancestor was a magician."

"My great-grandfather is a blacksmith, my great-grandfather is a doctor, and my great-uncle is a magician, right?"

The two dwarf brothers looked at each other, always feeling that something was not right, but they just couldn't tell.

"Gandalf, lend your hand and help Bilbo to the fireplace."

"OK!"

...

More than half an hour later, the dwarves rested in a room.

Bilbo was holding a water glass and sitting by the fireplace, "I'm fine, let me sit for a while."

"You have been sitting still for too long," Gandalf said angrily. "Since when did your mother's tablecloth and china become so important to you.

I remember the child who was looking for elves in the woods. He always stayed out until late and didn't go home until dark, dragging branches, mud and fireflies with him.

That little hobbit only wanted to know what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world was not in your books and maps, it was out there. "

"I can't just wander around outside like this. I'm Baggins from Bag End."

"It's so comfortable and confident, but this scene seems familiar!" Aaron smiled thoughtfully. Gandalf's advice to Bilbo was the same as Vico's advice to Aaron. There was nothing wrong with it.

"Bilbo, you are of Took blood." Gandalf pointed to a portrait on the wall. "Did you know that your great-great-great-uncle Took the Roaring Ox was so big that he could ride a real horse?"

"Yes."

"Yes, he can.

At the Battle of Greenfield, he attacked the orc army and swung his club at the orc king's head, sending his head flying into the rabbit hole at least a hundred yards away.

The war was won, and the game of golf was invented as a result. "

"Is this how golf was originally invented?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "But hitting the Orc King on the head is too ridiculous!

Even if you remove the word "king", this sentence still has a certain degree of truth. "

A smile appeared on Bilbo's face unconsciously. Although he knew that Gandalf had made it up, anyone was willing to listen to such words of praise for their ancestors.

"All good stories are worthy of icing on the cake." Gandalf glanced at Aaron, "When you come back, you will have many stories to tell."

"This can be considered one of my goals!" Aaron sighed, "But what I want is not a story, but a legend."

"This goal seems a bit big and difficult to achieve." Gandalf smiled, "But I have to say that this adventure is just your opportunity."

"Can you promise I'll come back?"

"He can't do it." Aaron interjected, "If he could, the contract wouldn't be so exaggerated.

We're trading our lives for rewards and a profound adventure. "

"But you signed it."

"Yes, you signed it." After Bilbo finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment before looking at Aaron in astonishment, "You signed that contract?

when? Why didn't you tell me? "

"While you were unconscious.

As for why I didn't tell you... I think I can still decide for myself on some things. "

"Yes, but you are just a child." Bilbo said anxiously, "Go to Thorin to modify the contract. You don't need to take such a risk."

"I won't go." Aaron said decisively, "The Gaius family attaches great importance to the spirit of contract. Even if it is just an ordinary contract, since I signed it, I must abide by it to the end."

"You are so..." Bilbo stood up from the sofa, "This is too hasty.

You saw that contract, lacerations, missing abdominal organs, burning to death... Oh my god, do you know how high the mortality rate is? "

"I know that I signed the contract after careful consideration."

"I heard, this is the courage of Gaius." Gandalf said, "What about you, are you willing to join the expedition?"

"Sorry, Gandalf, I can't sign it.

You've got the wrong hobbit. "

With that, Bilbo walked out of the room.

"It seems you didn't convince him?" Aaron teased, "Are you feeling disappointed?"

"Bilbo will join," Gandalf said confidently. "He has the blood of Tuc and is the son of Belladonna. The adventurous gene in his bones will prompt him to make a choice."

"I think so too." Aaron shrugged, "But it has nothing to do with his family background, it just simply feels that way."