Hogwarts wizards who signed in to Middle-earth

"This not only creates a natural barrier, but if the front door is blocked, you can use the underground passage to get to the lakeside dock and leave directly by boat."

Listening to Balin's suggestions, Dui nodded repeatedly.

Balin's design coincided with his idea, and it now looked even more like the Hogwarts Castle in his memory.

"Then let's do as you wish, Balin," Dui decided. "I believe in your vision!"

Balin smiled upon hearing this and patted his chest, promising, "I will definitely help you build the most magnificent castle!"

Dui was also very much looking forward to it, and at the same time was planning in his mind, how to get more money from that stingy dragon?

After all, although the dwarves agreed to help him build the castle, it didn't mean that they would do it for free.

The cost of building materials and tools required to construct a castle is huge.

Not to mention the dwarves' food expenses, especially the consumption of alcohol, which is a considerable expense.

"Ah! Master, just kill me!"

In the cellar, Smaug let out a wail so shrill that even the death of his parents would not have been so sorrowful.

He used his huge body to press down on the treasure, like a dead pig, and refused to move even if he was beaten to death.

"The treasures are already scarce, and now you're going to use them to build a castle. How much will be left? You clearly promised me that you'd let me lie on a mountain of gold, but now I don't even have one, and I still have to pay for it! Why am I so miserable?"

The resentful look and shrill voice made people who didn't know think that Dui had done something to him.

Dui rolled his eyes and kicked him in annoyance, "Get out of the way!"

Smaug clung to the treasure without moving, and even used his tail to secretly poke the gold coins to the other side of his body.

Dui suddenly laughed angrily, narrowed his eyes, pulled out the divine spear Aegros from the space bag, and poked it threateningly.

Feeling the stinging pain from the spear tip, Smaug's body stiffened and he could only move half of his body away with resentment.

Dui put away his spear expressionlessly, then put the gold coins into his space bag.

As Smaug watched the gold continue to disappear, his heart was bleeding.

"Master, stop digging! I'll help you with the work! Please leave me some gold!"

Dui paused and looked at him in surprise: "You want to help me with the work?"

"Yes, Master, I will help you build your castle. I can carry huge rocks from far away, flatten hills with my tail, and melt steel with dragon flame. I am definitely much more useful than those greedy dwarves!"

In order to save gold coins, Smaug was ready to risk everything.

So in the following days, in addition to the dwarf craftsmen, there was also a giant dragon in Dui's team building the castle.

Building a castle requires hard stone.

The dwarves found granite suitable for building a castle in the Windhills, north of Windtop.

The dwarves mined blocks of granite, piled them together, and had the dragons transport them to the top of the Wind and Cloud Summit by air. Then the dwarves built them up like building blocks.

Smaug even flew thousands of miles to the Troll Forest and uprooted ancient, hard trees to use as building materials...

Smaug can be seen busy every day.

With the assistance of the giant dragon Smaug, the efficiency and speed of castle construction were greatly improved.

According to Bahrain's estimates, the original construction time of the castle has been shortened from more than a year to just three months.

Even the most expensive materials, stone and wood, were taken care of by Smaug, and the biggest expense became the wine money for a thousand dwarf craftsmen: the wine at the Prancing Pony Inn was almost monopolized, and the innkeeper, Mr. Butter Daisy, was almost smiling from ear to ear.

For this reason, Smaug looked at the dwarves with malicious eyes. After all, every penny the dwarves spent was deducted from his treasury!

If his master had not strictly prohibited him, he would have wanted to swallow all these drunken dwarves in one gulp.

Just when Smaug's eyes were becoming increasingly unconcealed, Dewi struck him hard on the forehead with his staff, making Smaug's eyes clear again.

And the dwarves finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure of working with this dragon is too great. If it continues, they will all want to go on strike!

Luke, the mayor of Hogsmeade, once offered to build a castle for Dui, but Dui refused.

Apart from the stingy dragon Smaug who keeps complaining about losing his money, in fact, one tenth of the treasure of Lonely Mountain is enough to build countless castles.

So Dui was not short of money at all, and he did not need the villagers to work for him voluntarily.

He simply hired villagers to prepare meals for a thousand dwarf craftsmen every day.

After handing over all matters to the village chief Luke and Edward, Dui went to the meditation room on the seventh floor alone to meditate every day.

It was bustling outside, but no sound could reach the meditation room.

In the meditation room, Dui was either meditating, studying magic, or learning alchemy.

Until one day, the owner of the Prancing Pony Inn brought Dui good news: he found a seven-year-old rooster.

Dui was refreshed and immediately went to the Prancing Pony Inn through the fireplace.

"Where's the rooster?"

When the innkeeper Huang Youju saw Dui, he was full of respect and enthusiasm.

After all, this is a big customer!

He quickly bent down and said, "Don't worry, Master Duyle, the rooster is very healthy. I will bring it to you right away!"

As he said that, he turned around and ran quickly to the backyard, brought back a cage and put it on the table.

There was a big rooster locked inside.

The rooster has a bright red comb on its head, its neck feathers gleam with metallic luster, its body is strong, its tail feathers are like a colorful fan, its beak is sharp and its claws are pointed, and it looks very majestic.

Dui lowered his head and observed it carefully.

The innkeeper was afraid that Dewi would not believe him, so he quickly assured him, "Don't worry, Lord Dewi, this is definitely a seven-year-old rooster. I bought it from an old hobbit in the Shire. He has kept it as a pet for seven years. I wouldn't and wouldn't dare to lie to you!"

Dui could not deny it, pointed his wand at the rooster, and shot out a beam of white light.

The rooster shook, and a glowing number 7 appeared on the comb of its head.

This confirmed that the rooster was indeed seven years old.

Dui showed a satisfied look.

An ordinary rooster will not live to be seven years old. Even if it does, it will be very old and its feathers will be sparse and dull.

The one in front of us was obviously well cared for. Even at the age of seven, it was still strong and its feathers were gorgeous and shiny.

After getting the rooster he wanted, Dui turned and asked, "How are you collecting the other materials?"

The innkeeper replied, "We have collected a batch, but the materials you need are too special. It's a bit troublesome to collect, and it will take more time."

"It's okay, give me what you have collected first, and I will collect the rest slowly." Dui said.

"Please follow me, sir. There are a lot of things and they are a bit scary, so they are all placed in the cellar." The innkeeper explained helplessly as he led the way.

The materials Dui wanted were too strange and bizarre. If it weren't for the generous reward and Dui's reputation, he would not have dared to accept the commission.

The two of them made their way down to the cellar and saw the potion ingredients that Dui needed.

Among them were crocodile hearts in large glass jars, bat hearts, eel eyeballs, frog brains, salamander spleens, pufferfish eyes, and all sorts of other strange things.

It’s no wonder that the innkeeper doesn’t dare to show these things to others. If the guests saw them, they would probably be so scared that they wouldn’t dare to come again.

Dui was very happy to see that so much was collected.

He waved his wand and put all these things into the space bag, then said to the innkeeper: "You continue to help me collect more materials. Don't worry that I will think it's too much. Send as much as you can collect to Fengyunding, and I will give you a satisfactory reward!"

As he said this, he handed the other person a bag of gold coins.

"This is a thousand gold coins. Is that enough?"

"That's enough! Thank you, sir!" The innkeeper suddenly smiled happily. "Thank you, sir! I will definitely help you collect more materials!"

With such a generous employer, no matter how strange the materials, he would definitely complete the employer's task.

With the innkeeper's farewell, Dui returned to Fengyunding with the rooster and potion materials.

After asking Edward to take care of the rooster, Dui went to the eighth floor.

He waved his wand, conjuring potions lockers on three walls.

Then place the potion ingredients in different categories.

With another wave of the magic wand, the room was kept at a lower temperature.

He also took out all the potion-making tools, including the crucible.

Then he came to the door and tapped it lightly. A golden doorplate with "Potion Room" engraved on it appeared on the door.

After completing the arrangements, Dui left the potion room and found the dragon Smaug.

With a wave of the wand, a huge syringe appeared.

He said to the dragon with a gentle look: "Come, Smaug, let me draw some of your blood."

Smaug looked at Dui's gentle smile and the syringe, and instinctively shuddered.

"Master, may I refuse?"

"No!" Dui refused without hesitation.

"Okay, don't be scared. It's just a small amount of blood drawn. It won't affect you at all."

Then, under Smaug's irresistible order, he could only watch Dui come to his chest, insert the syringe into the scaleless gap in his chest, and then draw out a large tube of dragon blood.

The syringe piercing the dragon was no different from a mosquito sucking blood, but it left Smaug with a psychological trauma.

Thus, the first dragon in Middle-earth that was afraid of injections was born.

Even every time the master took out the syringe with a smile, it became Smaug's lingering nightmare.

The dragon's blood was as hot as magma. Dui didn't dare touch the syringe with his hands. He could only control it with a levitation spell and put it into a heat-resistant glass bottle and sealed it.

Then he returned to the potion room with the dragon blood he had obtained.

This time he planned to make a very unusual and complicated potion.

Chapter 139 Gold and Silver Trees

In the potions room,