The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 81 Return and Coordinates, The Miracle's Change

Middle-earth, Autumn, Year 2941 of the Third Age.

Without the dragon lurking on the lonely mountain, it now resembles an old man who has survived another harsh winter and is now regaining some vitality in the spring of the following year.

Of course, this vitality, like a final burst of life before death, arises after countless lives have passed away.

The sky was tinged with gray by the smoke of battle, and sunlight filtered through the thick clouds, casting dappled shadows.

The Ironhill dwarf legion was the first to charge, clad in heavy armor, riding chariots and wielding battle axes and spears, charging unstoppably towards the orc army.

Despite their small stature, the dwarves at this moment truly resembled steel giants in terms of imposing presence.

Behind the dwarves was the Laketown human alliance. Although their equipment was a motley crew, this almost ragtag group still firmly formed a second line of defense.

On the south side of the battlefield, three thousand woodland elf archers were already in full battle array. As the dwarf legion launched its charge, the elves also drew their bows and nocked their arrows in unison, and the arrows rained down like a dense storm.

With each volley of fire from the elves, a thousand-man square formation of the orc army behind them visibly fell.

This angered Azog, the orc leader standing halfway up the mountain. Although orcs were worthless in his eyes, he could not accept that a square formation had fallen in this volley of fire.

The orcs had an overwhelming numerical advantage, but they couldn't withstand such attrition.

As the new command horn sounded, countless wolf riders made of dire wolves, and even trolls crouching behind them, charged toward the elves.

At this moment, giant eagles also arrived from the Misty Mountains. As powerful henchmen of Manwë, the leader of the Valar (chief gods), and descendants of the Maiar (minor gods), the giant eagles were extremely strong.

Leaving aside Saurondo, the king of eagles whose strength rivals that of the dragon Smaug, even the ordinary giant eagles circling the battlefield can overturn dozens or even hundreds of orcs with each flap of their wings, and their sharp talons can easily pierce through the heads of giant trolls.

Similarly, the orcs' nemesis, the skin-changing man Bion, transformed into a giant bear, charged alone at the charging wolf riders.

However, despite being alone, he was met with howls and wails wherever he went, and in just a few minutes, he single-handedly cut through the torrent of wolf cavalry composed of several thousand men.

But Bion still felt it wasn't enough, so he turned around and charged back.

Arrows rained down, giant beasts roamed the battlefield, chariots clashed with catapults, turning the entire battlefield into a giant meat grinder, throwing everyone into chaos.

……

On the desolate, lonely mountain, beneath an archway on the east side, Ino quietly watched the battle below.

Whether in this life or the previous one, this was the first time he had personally experienced a battlefield of such scale with cold weapons.

In such a scene, individual efforts are far too insignificant... Perhaps only the magnificent flames at the Paris cemetery could have such an effect here.

He looked down at the elder wand in his hand. A battle of this scale was probably not something he could participate in right now.

Although he also wanted to stay out of the way and launch a sneak attack, the thrill of returning came over him again.

Left with no other choice, he took out a broom, flipped himself onto it, and flew off in the opposite direction.

……

Flying south.

I don't know how much time passed, until the surrounding scenery began to gradually change.

Ino slowly lowered the broom.

Unlike before, this time he did not go directly back to Wiltshire, where he had left, but instead found himself on a quiet path.

A narrow path paved with blue bricks, about three or four feet wide and several tens of meters long.

But for some reason, standing on this road, he felt a sense of peace, more so than at Hogwarts or in his Slytherin dormitory, and even more so when he was wandering with Mr. Hans.

Thick smoke billowed from both sides of the narrow brick path, with only two intersections not far ahead.

One was shrouded in a hazy mist, while the other was clearly familiar Wiltshire.

However, before he could make a choice, he felt a burning sensation in his right wrist.

The red maple leaf bracelet that Doris gave her had long since disappeared, transforming into countless fluttering maple leaves in the air before drifting towards the end of the path.

In the blink of an eye, a secluded path paved with red maple leaves was formed, turning the previous two-way intersection into a standard three-way intersection.

A magical sensation struck Ino: when she saw the red maple leaves, the information that came to mind was that this was the path to the Forest Elf Kingdom.

But similarly, he also knew intuitively that neither the red maple leaves nor the misty fog were viable options.

At this moment, only the road leading to Wiltshire is passable.

Without any hesitation, Ino picked up her suitcase and walked toward the Wiltshire intersection.

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