A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Irub.

The dwarves of the expedition team paced back and forth inside the city wall, each of them with a particularly heavy look on their face.

Listening to the fierce fighting outside, they knew that their compatriots needed help, but Thorin was now the king of all dwarves. He ordered them not to go out to fight, and they had to obey.

Aaron was carving complicated magic circles on the ground while looking at the absent-minded dwarves, "I have to admit, I sincerely admire your loyalty."

"Is it fun to mock us now?" Kili said angrily, "We are so guilty that we want to commit suicide now."

“It’s boring, but I’m telling the truth.

It must be very painful to be caught between the life and death of your tribe and your loyalty to the king! "

"Is there anything you can do?" Balin said pleadingly.

"I've given you a solution, scold him to wake him up!"

"We have all tried." Fili gritted his teeth and said, "Me, Kili, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Balin, Ori, Noli, and Groin, we went in and persuaded him one by one. But he was unmoved."

"Who's here now?"

"Doli and Ouyin." Balin said bitterly, "Gaius, you should try it. We are his tribe and his people, but you are his friend. It may be effective."

"Wait a moment, it will be done soon." Aaron looked at the huge magic circle at his feet, wiped the heavy sweat on his forehead, and then took out a glass bottle filled with red blood.

This was the dragon blood he bought from the system mall. The twenty magic points made Aaron feel a little painful. He regretted why he didn't put in a few pots of dragon blood when he killed Smaug. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much money now. This is a waste of money.

"I just wanted to ask, what are you doing?" Bahrain asked curiously, "You are very powerful, more powerful than any of us.

We cannot join the war due to loyalty, but you can. As long as you join the coalition, the pressure will not be so great. "

"But that's of no use. It will only slow down the defeat of the elves and dwarves a little. It won't be of much help to the battle. It might even get me involved." Aaron said in a deep voice, "And who can say I didn't join in, the clone took away half of my magic power, and now I am weaker than ever.

But I am still working hard to win this war. Although you may not believe it, I can say it responsibly: No one wants you to win this war more than me, no one. "

Just kidding, there is no loss if you lose, but you will lose two thousand magic points if you win!

This is a huge sum of money. Even at Hogwarts, it takes two hundred years to sign in diligently. If it is done elsewhere, it may take three to five years.

"It seems you are ready?" Groin asked.

"Almost." Aaron said with great interest, "Although it was my first attempt and it took me a lot of time and more than half of my magic power to barely complete it, but I am confident enough.

This magic ranks in the top three of all my current methods. Although it has not yet reached the threshold of taboo, it has barely reached the peak of the final level.

It's not the most powerful, but it's the most practical. "

After speaking, Aaron poured the entire bottle of dragon blood into the magic circle.

The huge magic circle suddenly emitted a dense blue light. While the surrounding dwarves felt the cold, they could also faintly hear the roar of the giant dragon.

"What is this?" Fili asked in disbelief.

"Dragon blood, I spent a lot of money to get it. You must compensate me afterwards."

"I'm asking you what this magic circle is used for?"

"Didn't you already guess it? But it looks like there's still just a little bit of a clue." Aaron frowned slightly, then picked up the wand and scratched his right hand, and bright red blood suddenly poured out from the wound.

Snapped!

Aaron slapped his right hand hard on the ground, and his own blood was greedily absorbed by the magic circle.

The dense blue light suddenly became extremely bright, and the intense light even illuminated the surrounding city walls.

"With the addition of the Dragon Slayer's blood, it's completely finished." Aaron's face was pale, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Roar!

After the words fell, a substantial dragon roar came from the magic circle.

The sound wasn't too loud, but it was enough to echo throughout the battlefield.

Whether they were elves, dwarves, orcs, or humans, they all looked at the dwarf kingdom of Erub in astonishment, with only fear in their eyes besides disbelief.

Isn't Smaug dead? Is it possible that it still has a cub?

A white ice dragon more than ten meters high flew out of the magic circle. It flew out of the city wall and circled over Ilubo. Every part of its body exuded a forest-white cold air.

The fighting soldiers and horses from all directions stopped. Although this dragon looked far less powerful than Smaug, it was still a dragon after all.

Dragons are much more terrifying than meat grinders on the battlefield. Not to mention the dragon's breath that destroys heaven and earth, just its fangs and claws can sweep across a large area.

Aaron looked up at the ice dragon he had created, and his heart suddenly felt filled with pride.

A magister cannot affect the situation on the battlefield, but a dragon is different.

Although it is not a real dragon, it is just a perfect combination of ultimate ice elemental magic and transformation, but the dragon's blood and the blood of the Dragon Slayer also give it some dragon power, and it is definitely not a simple thing. .

"Did you do this?" Balin was dumbfounded, and the other dwarves stood there stunned, too shocked to speak.

"If it's not me, then it's you?" Aaron rolled his eyes, "But there's one last step before it joins the battlefield."

Snap!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and Gandalf's phantom appeared on the back of the ice dragon.

"I am Gandalf the Grey Wizard." The phantom solemnly introduced himself, and the voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears under the effect of the amplification spell.

"Elves, dwarves and humans, this battle may be difficult, but as long as we unite as one, we are not without the possibility of winning.

Now be sure to take your weapons, take care of your comrades around you, and then kill these evil bastards.

Believe me, the time for counterattack is coming soon."

As soon as the voice fell, Gandalf's phantom disappeared, and the ice dragon roared and joined the battlefield.

The ice dragon is more than ten meters long, and it is almost an absolute overlord on the battlefield. Coupled with the ability to fly, the orcs are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of it.

Every time it flapped its wings, a group of orcs were blown away. Its sharp fangs and claws were even more powerful weapons for killing enemies. Countless orcs were disemboweled by it, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

On Raven Ridge, Asog looked at the ice dragon that was slaughtering wantonly, and his teeth were itching with anger.

Originally, he had firmly controlled the situation, and it was only a matter of time to annihilate the elves and dwarves, but now there was suddenly a dragon in the enemy camp, which would make the stable situation chaotic again.

However, he was absolutely confident in this war. If Smaug was still alive, it would be another matter, but this ice dragon could be killed with some effort.

"Kill it." Asog said coldly, "It's not a real dragon, it's just a product of magic.

Let the giant beasts besiege it, and use the slingshot to knock it down for me."

"Yes!"

The orcs in charge of the message immediately changed the flag, blew the horn, and issued a new order.

The behemoths on the battlefield received the order and immediately gave up fighting with the elves and dwarves. They gathered in groups of three or five and fought with the ice dragon in the sky.

Every dive of the ice dragon would take away one or two behemoths, but the behemoth's dying counterattack would also leave some scars on its body.

In addition to the occasional attacks of the slingshot, the ice dragon had to be careful to avoid it when flying. After all, it was not a real dragon. It might lose its combat effectiveness after being hit by the boulders a few times.

"It's almost the same as I thought." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. "Azog's war beast was temporarily restrained, and the damage to Dain and Thranduil should be less."

"You actually summoned a dragon." Bofur said in disbelief, "It's incredible. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it."

"This is not summoning, but transfiguration." Aaron said embarrassedly, "It's just that the consumption is too great. I'm afraid I can't use powerful magic in a short time."

"But why did you borrow the image of Gandalf?" Balin asked.

"You ask even though you know the answer." Aaron smiled mysteriously, "Of course I borrowed Gandalf's reputation. I'm just a child, how could I have any bad intentions?"

Ballin:......

Ah-choo! Ah-choo!

Gandalf, who was fighting against the orcs with Bilbo in the Valley City, sneezed several times in a row.

He looked at the ice dragon fighting the giant beast from a distance, and then thought of the sound he heard before, his face turned pale, and his blood pressure rose.

"Too much, too much bullying, don't bully the elderly like this."

"Are you okay, Gandalf?" Bilbo asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. What can happen to me? I'm fine." Gandalf said angrily, "But some people just can't stand me being fine.

Believe it or not, if I show up outside the city, I will be immediately surrounded and killed by countless orcs."

Bilbo's mouth twitched, "Actually, I also want to ask, have you done anything wrong to him?

I also know Aaron. He wouldn't do this without a reason."

"No." Gandalf's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt, and he said with tears in his eyes: "At most, I imposed some responsibilities on him.

But even if he is unhappy and has complained, he won't play me like this, this is the rhythm of killing people!"

Hearing this, Bilbo looked at Gandalf speechlessly, and a far-fetched smile appeared on his face, "I won't make any comments on what you did.

But if you win this battle today, it's worth it even if you are pitted to death. If you lose...you won't lose either, at least you will leave a strong mark in history."

Gandalf:......

It hurts, my friend.

Are you sure this is comforting?