The Bard at Hogwarts

White mountains.

The royal capital of Rohan, Edoras.

In the magnificent meeting hall, Gandalf stood quietly in front of the throne.

In front of him was the ruler of Rohan, King Théoden. The long-term erosion and bewitchment of darkness has made this once heroic king become a dying man.

The distorted face and empty eyes seemed like a dull puppet.

As Grima was subdued, the other guards did not interfere with the outsiders. They even secretly hoped in their hearts that this famous wizard in the Middle Kingdom could help their king.

…

The atmosphere of depression and tension gradually spread in the meeting hall.

Gandalf held the staff and stood less than five meters in front of Théoden.

As a mysterious spell was uttered by Gandalf, Théoden let out a harsh laugh under the expectation of everyone.

"You don't have enough magic, Gandalf the Gray!"

Faced with ridicule, the response was a gray cloak.

Gandalf took off his gray robe, and dazzling white light emitted from his body. The bright and sacred light made everyone subconsciously squint their eyes.

Maia, who was sent to Middle-earth, seemed to have no choice to hide her strength at this moment.

Powerful power gathered between the staffs. Facing Gandalf who was promoted to white robes, the possessed Théoden could no longer make a sound. His whole body seemed to be bound to the throne by invisible shackles.

…

Like poison being removed from a wound.

After Théoden got rid of Saluman's control, his whole body also recovered from a dying old man to a middle-aged appearance.

At this moment, a heroic figure ran out of the crowd and gently supported Théoden, who had just regained consciousness.

"I know your face! Eowyn!"

Théoden looked at the girl in front of him and said with some difficulty: "I seem to have had a long nightmare."

"But now that you've woken up from your dream, breathe freely, my friend!" Gandalf's tone was full of encouragement and approval.

"You are Gandalf!" Théoden said softly, while looking around, he found that two familiar figures were missing.

"Where is Théoged? Where is Eomer?"

…

On the grassland thirty miles away from Dozeras.

"Thiojed!" Ino put the wand against his throat and used amplification magic.

The loud voice fell, and a young man with blond hair led dozens of cavalrymen to quickly break away from the team and urged their horses to gallop forward.

A few minutes later, the entire team was at the front.

"Theojed, will take your cavalry to distribute food later, and try to reach Edoras today."

Ino ordered the young man in front of him. He knew the young man's identity very well and knew it from the first moment he saw him.

Théojed, the crown prince of Rohan and Théoden’s only son.

He was supposed to die in battle at the crossing of the Essing River, but as fate would have it, he encountered a team composed of old, weak, women and children.

Out of repayment, and also out of the responsibility of a crown prince, Théojed led the remaining cavalry to join this team. After all, a large part of this team were people of Rohan.

"Leave it to me!" Théojed responded with a nod.

It seems that after experiencing the experience of life and death, the young crown prince has become very calm.

"Very good, let's get started!" Ino immediately took out a piece of air-dried cheese and ham from the box, and then waved his wand.

The food seemed to reproduce on its own, dividing one into two, two into four... and soon it piled up like a hill.

This magical scene, even though it has been seen many times, still shocks Théojed and the cavalry behind him every time.

Although they were shocked, they did not forget their responsibilities. Everyone dismounted, took out a huge woven bag from the horse, and packed the food in an orderly manner.

After the cavalry began to distribute food, Ino also took some time off and ordered some Shire's specialties for himself.

Along the way, he did not hide anything and always used magic to help supply supplies to the team of thousands of people.

The reason is simple. The people gathered in the team are all survivors after being attacked by orcs. Those who survived by chance have no supplies at all.

If magic were not used to provide food supplies, this team, which was dragging their families and supporting the elderly and young, would not have been able to travel for six months, let alone six months.

I'm afraid that within six days, more than half of them will starve to death.

…

Someone once said that there is no limit to the number of people.

But in fact, you don’t need more than 10,000 people, just a few thousand people.

The team that stretched for hundreds of meters finally caught sight of the city on the hillside, Edoras, the capital of Rohan before dusk.

at the same time.

In the Edolas Chamber, a meeting was held to determine the pattern of China-Europe.

"...These are just the beginning of Saluman's bloody massacre. His ferocity is entirely the fear of Sauron. You should step forward so that you can save your people."

Gandalf spoke sincerely.

But in the face of persuasion, Théoden did not respond immediately, and he also fell into a difficult decision in his heart.

Rohan could not stand the war, he knew this better than anyone.

During the years under his control, Grima's misdeeds directly severely damaged Rohan's national strength, so much so that Edoras could not even form a cavalry team of a thousand men.

Rohan, now weaker than ever.

Seeing Théoden fall into silence, Aragorn suddenly spoke:

"You still have two thousand elite cavalry fighting in the north! They are the Rohan cavalry led by Eomer!"

At this moment, a low bell suddenly rang outside the door.

"Alarm bell!" Theoden suddenly stood up, picked up the sword beside him and walked out the door.

At the same time, whether it was Gandalf, Aragorn, or other people in the hall, they all took up their weapons and hurriedly followed.

...

The alarm bell of the capital city, which had been silent for hundreds of years.

The sudden ringing at this moment caused the whole of Edoras to fall into a panic.

However, after a brief panic, all the Rohan people began to arm themselves silently.

Whether they were old men, injured and disabled middle-aged people, or half-grown children, everyone spontaneously picked up weapons, whether farm tools, short bows, or rusty long swords...

At this moment, they had no age difference, only a unified identity-Rohan soldiers!

Even though some of the half-grown children still had expressions of fear on their faces, no one retreated. They stood silently at the city gate, waiting for the king's order.

But when they were lining up, the elderly always unconsciously stood in front of the half-grown children.

Although these old soldiers were hunched, they still stood firmly at the front like a shield.

At the same time.

Theoden and his party also climbed to the highest point of the city gate.

Looking from afar, at the end of the horizon, a black line stretching for hundreds of meters was vaguely visible.