Sixteen people emerged from Bag End, one after another, facing the rising sun, ready to depart.
Bilbo, walking at the very end, held a bundle in one hand and the dagger Luke had given him in the other, gazing longingly at his home.
"Let's go," Luke said, patting the Hobbit's shoulder, without saying much else.
However, before leaving, he still drew his Magic wand and waved it at the door lock.
Everyone who saw his action was puzzled.
"Luke, what are you doing?" Bilbo asked curiously.
"I'm putting a curse on your door lock to prevent anyone from occupying your house while you're away," Luke explained with a smile.
Hearing this, the Dwarves gasped, looking at Luke in horror. The word "curse" was no ordinary term; it instinctively made people think of evil deeds.
Bilbo was even more stunned, quickly flailing his limbs and stammering, "No, it doesn't need to be so serious, Luke, quickly remove the curse!"
The kind Hobbit's face turned red with anxiety, deeply afraid that others might suffer from the curse.
Luke waved his hand, reassuring him, "Don't worry, it's just a small curse. It will only make anyone who forcibly breaks the lock grow hair all over their body. It's a warning, not serious."
This was a minor curse he had learned from Curses and Counter-Curses, with no lethal power, more like a prank curse.
Upon hearing Luke's explanation, Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't a harmful curse.
Meanwhile, Gandalf, upon hearing it, looked at Luke in surprise, "Luke, do you have research on the art of cursing?"
"It's not research, just a little understanding," Luke waved his hand.
Gandalf gave him a meaningful look, not believing that he truly only had a little understanding.
When leaving, Luke did not forget to bring the last pot of Mandrake from the greenhouse.
Luke intended to use this Mandrake to save seeds. After it bloomed and bore fruit, the resulting seeds would be Magic seeds. As long as they were planted in a land rich in Magic, Luke would no longer need to water them with Magic for them to transform, and the Mandrake that grew would be a Magic plant.
Moreover, the cries of the Mandrake could sometimes play an unexpected role.
Departing from Bag End, Luke, as usual, used the carriage pulled by the pony Little Dull as transportation. Bilbo and Gandalf also hitched a ride.
As for the Dwarves, there were too many to fit, so they could only walk to the village first and then depart on horseback from the Green Dragon Inn.
After a brief stop at the Green Dragon Inn, everyone continued their journey, heading directly east along the East-West Road.
After several days of walking, they crossed the Brandywine Bridge and finally left the Shire.
Passing by the Old Forest, Luke made a brief stop and entered the Old Forest with Gandalf. He took a branch from a vine-like Huorn and then leisurely left the forest amidst the angry rustling of the trees.
He had previously promised to make Gandalf a Magic wand, and this section of vine wood was the staff he had chosen for Gandalf's Magic wand.
Because Gandalf's staff material was vine wood, Luke did not need to try various types of wood to match Gandalf; choosing vine wood directly was the most suitable.
Thorin was somewhat displeased with Luke and Gandalf's mid-journey departure and delay, but aside from his somewhat displeased expression, he didn't say much.
Everyone continued forward and soon arrived within the vicinity of the Barrow-downs.
Due to the delay in the Old Forest, they couldn't leave the Barrow-downs before nightfall, so they had to choose an open space to rest temporarily.
"Everyone be careful tonight. Although we are not close to the Barrow-downs, we must still guard against the appearance of wights," Gandalf warned everyone solemnly.
Hearing this, everyone became vigilant. Bilbo also clutched his dagger tightly, his eyes scanning around, always feeling as if a wight could rush out of the darkness at any moment.
Thorin was even more displeased, his eyes sweeping over Gandalf and Luke, and he snorted coldly, "If you hadn't gone into the Old Forest mid-journey and delayed us for so long, we would have already left the Barrow-downs, and we wouldn't need to be so careful!"
Luke frowned. If it weren't for his transaction with Thorin, sometimes he really wouldn't want to bother with this guy.
Gandalf didn't get angry at Thorin's accusation and still apologized with a cheerful smile, "Sorry, Luke generously agreed to make a Magic wand for me, and I was a bit impatient, which is why I dragged Luke into the Old Forest to find suitable wood."
"But there's no need to worry too much. wights generally don't easily leave the vicinity of tombs, so we just need to remain vigilant."
"Alright, I'll prepare some things for everyone so you can all have a good night's rest," Luke also stood up and said, then waved his Magic wand.
The carriage rapidly transformed and expanded, turning into a yurt large enough to accommodate everyone. The grass on the ground became a thick, soft carpet, and the leaves became green sleeping bags.
Seeing the changes Luke made with a wave of his hand, everyone was dumbfounded and deeply shocked.
"Am I drunk? Or is it an illusion?" asked Bombur, the fattest of the Dwarves, somewhat dizzily and doubtfully.
The other Dwarves also widened their eyes, unable to resist touching the transformed items around them. After confirming they felt real, they were even more astonished.
Thorin was equally shocked, his eyes fixed on Luke, unsure what to say. He found that Luke's abilities had exceeded his comprehension.
Bilbo, on the other hand, was relatively calm, as he had long witnessed Luke's various miraculous Magic, so he accepted it well.
Gandalf surveyed the surroundings, then picked up a sleeping bag and said cheerfully, "It seems we're in luck for the rest of our journey. These camping conditions are much more comfortable than staying in an inn!"
Luke did not stop casting. He continued to set up Magic spells around the yurt before telling everyone, "Alright, everyone go inside and rest. I have already set up a Magic barrier around, so there's no need for special night watch. We'll continue in the morning."
Having witnessed Luke's miraculous Magic, everyone had no objections to his words and entered the yurt one after another, preparing to rest.
At midnight, snores like thunder filled the yurt.
Thick dark clouds shrouded the sky in complete blackness.
Outside the yurt, besides the sound of horses chewing grass, the surroundings were completely silent, with not even the sound of insects.
At some unknown point,
a chill swept in, and the surrounding temperature rapidly dropped.
A mist appeared inexplicably, silently approaching the yurt, as if to engulf it.
The dozen or so ponies outside the yurt suddenly became restless, constantly pawing the ground and snorting, trying to break free from their reins.
Suddenly, a tall dark figure rushed out of the mist at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch, ignoring the frightened and restless horses, and charged directly towards the yurt.
It smelled the scent of living people from inside the yurt, and many living people at that.
Just as the wight revealed a hideous smile, believing that in the next second it would break through the yurt and rush inside to massacre them, it collided with an invisible yet solid barrier.
The enormous impact bounced the wight directly back, and at the same time, caused ripples in the invisible barrier.
"What happened! What happened?!" The huge sound woke everyone in the yurt.
"Stand guard! We have enemies!" Gandalf quickly got up, grabbed his staff, and shouted loudly, the gem at the top of his staff emitting a dazzling white light that illuminated the tent.
The Dwarves also drew their weapons, either daggers, axes, or hammers.
Bilbo, suddenly awoken from his sleep, was very flustered; having never seen such a scene, he quickly imitated the Dwarves and drew his own dagger, extremely nervous.
Luke had woken up when the magic barrier was attacked; he drew his wand and shouted loudly: "Don't panic, everyone, I have set up a magic barrier outside, the enemies can't get in for now!"
After speaking, he immediately rushed out of the yurt and went outside, followed closely by Gandalf and the others.
"It's a wight!"
When everyone saw the tall dark figure not far away, they immediately exclaimed.
And Luke's shock upon seeing the wight was no less than that of the others.
He clearly remembered that the expedition team had not encountered a wight, so why was it different from his memory now?
Could it be the butterfly effect of him being a transmigrator?
Seeing the crowd, the wight became even more agitated, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards them again.
"Prepare for battle!" Thorin raised his sword and shouted loudly.
The other Dwarves also raised their weapons, preparing for a charge.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Without giving the Dwarves a chance to act, Luke skillfully cast a Petrificus Totalus on the wight, then a dagger shot out from his waist, instantly piercing the wight's head.
The dagger was a weapon forged by the last prince of Cardolan Kingdom to deal with the Witch-king of Angmar, possessing the ability to counter dark forces, so using it against the wight naturally had an immediate effect.
The wight let out an unwilling roar, and a black mist shot up from its body, exploding and dissipating into the sky.
Watching the wight fall to the ground and turn into a pile of white bones, the Dwarves were silent for a moment, then immediately erupted in cheers.
Luke's strength earned the recognition and respect of the Dwarves.
However, Luke's expression remained serious; he waved his hand, signaling for quiet, "Everyone, be careful, the mist has not yet dispersed, there are other wights present!"
Upon hearing this, the Dwarves instantly fell silent, looking at the increasingly dense mist around them, becoming even more vigilant and alert.
Gandalf frowned as he looked at the mist, raised the staff in his hand, and heavily struck the ground; a powerful force emanated from him, rapidly spreading outwards.
Wherever the force reached, the mist retreated, and the mist within a radius of more than ten miles completely dispersed.
As the mist cleared, the things hidden within it were also exposed.
However, when everyone saw the exposed wights, they instantly took a sharp breath.
Because the wights were in groups, densely packed, numbering in the hundreds!
Luke's pupils also constricted.
So many wights, even more than he saw at the Barrow-downs last time; is this their entire nest coming out?
The exposed wight group no longer hid, letting out roars, and frantically rushed towards Luke and the others, moving as fast as lightning, instantly charging in front of them and heavily striking the magic barrier, creating layers of ripples.
Seeing that the wights had not broken through the magic barrier for a long time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Kili and Fili, the youngest of the Dwarves, even provoked the wights outside the barrier.
But the next moment, the wights drew their ancient swords, buried with them, and swung the ancient swords, imbued with curses and ill omens, hacking at the magic barrier.
The wight ancient swords possessed the power to break magic, and under the wights' continuous hacking, cracks appeared in the magic barrier, making it appear precarious.
Just as Luke was about to act, Gandalf stepped forward and patted his shoulder, saying with a smile, "Leave this to me this time; I can't let you do all the work."
Luke did not move upon hearing this; he naturally had great trust in Gandalf's strength.
The next second, the magic barrier finally shattered under the attack of the many wights.
Gandalf raised his staff high, striking the ground heavily, his voice like thunder: "Evil, retreat!"
A holy white magic halo exploded like a tsunami; groups of wights roared and lunged, but their sharp claws had not even touched the edge of his cloak before they were all sent flying by the erupting power of lightning, instantly losing their resistance.
Luke's eyes were filled with shock; when would he be able to possess such power?
But just as he thought the battle would soon end, a shadow of death suddenly enveloped everyone.
Evil dark language echoed around them, and everyone felt a bone-chilling coldness; their blood seemed to freeze, their hearts felt as if squeezed by a cold hand, instantly filled with fear and despair, their minds and consciousness impacted by the darkness, gradually becoming insane.
A tall, crown-wearing wight emerged from the darkness, his eyes burning with eerie light, exuding a terrifying aura, as if a shadow of death had walked out of darkness itself.
Just when everyone thought they would sink into this despair and madness, a power full of warmth, courage, and hope enveloped them, dispelling the fear and coldness in their hearts.
Immediately after, countless lively and agile golden musical notes appeared, circling around everyone; the music played by the notes had a strong infectious power, making everyone involuntarily become joyful and resisting the negative emotional impact brought by the wight.
Everyone looked at Luke and found that these dancing musical notes were flying out of his wand.
But at this moment, Luke looked at the wight appearing in the distance as if facing a formidable enemy; he remembered this feeling, and it was even stronger than the last time it gave him this feeling.
He immediately shouted to Gandalf: "Gandalf, he is the Witch-king of Angmar! He is possessing the wight!"
Gandalf's expression also became solemn upon hearing this; he raised his wand towards the wight, his aged and majestic voice, wrapped in wind and thunder, boomed: "Nazgûl, Dark Spirit, this is not your territory, go back to your spirit world!"
The Witch-king of Angmar, possessing the wight, paused, but then let out a chilling, harsh dark ancient language like hell: "Wizard, you cannot stop me."
Gandalf, enraged, shot a lightning bolt from his staff, striking the wight.
The wight was blasted into dust by the lightning.
But the next second, a fallen wight stood up, opened its eyes burning with flames, and mockingly laughed: "You cannot kill me, Wizard, I am thousands of miles away at this moment, what can you do to me?"
Gandalf said nothing, directly blasting the wight possessed by the Witch-king of Angmar with another lightning bolt.
But the result was no surprise; the Witch-king of Angmar appeared again, possessing another wight, and this time he turned his dark gaze towards Luke, revealing a sinister smile and a look of certainty, "Young Wizard, I told you I would remember you, you have been marked by me, you can never escape, and you will eventually fall into darkness, becoming my spoils!"
Facing the Witch-king of Angmar's certain gaze, Luke's heart tightened.
He was marked? When did this happen? Why didn't he notice?
Luke felt uncomfortable all over; he looked at the Witch-king of Angmar's smug and unbridled appearance, feeling somewhat annoyed.
He wants to treat him as spoils? Does this mean he's sure of him?
Be careful not to chip your teeth! Luke snorted coldly.
He waved his hand, and a small wooden box flew out from his luggage into his hand; he opened it and took out the item wrapped in black cloth inside.
Then he immediately shouted to Gandalf: "Gandalf, don't destroy his body yet, first make him lose his resistance!"
Gandalf didn't know what Luke was going to do, but he chose to trust him. He swung his staff heavily, knocking down the wight possessed by the Witch-king of Angmar.
"Expelliarmus!" Luke's spell followed closely.
The spell hit the wight, knocking off a brooch it wore, which quickly flew to Luke's front.
The brooch was tainted with the Witch-king of Angmar's Dark Arts, filled with ill omens and curses, which was exactly what Luke wanted.
He opened the black cloth, which wrapped a voodoo doll made from Mandrake.
He placed the brooch on the voodoo doll. The aura carried by the brooch instantly merged with the voodoo doll, and the voodoo doll's appearance changed, looking somewhat like the wight possessed by the Witch-king of Angmar opposite them.
The Witch-king of Angmar, possessing the wight, only felt a faint connection between the doll in Luke's hand and himself. This feeling made him uneasy, and he was about to immediately leave the wight's body.
But the next second, a soul-piercing pain emanated from him, making him unable to help but let out a sharp, ear-splitting scream.
Luke was seen holding a dagger made of a poisonous snake's tooth, fiercely stabbing the voodoo doll's heart.
The voodoo doll seemed to come alive, also emitting a piercing shriek and showing a painful, distorted expression.
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
Seeing Luke expressionlessly stabbing the doll and the wight's pained expression, the Dwarves couldn't help but swallow, looking at him with awe.
When casting a curse, one needs to concentrate fully, with the greatest malice, and supported by vast magic.
Luke's movements didn't stop. After stabbing the heart with the poison-fanged dagger, he moved to the voodoo doll's glabella and stabbed fiercely again.
"Bang!" What Luke didn't expect was that after letting out a tragic scream, the voodoo doll suddenly disintegrated in his hand, turning into a pile of ashes.
Luke was caught off guard by this sudden change.
But the final result didn't make his efforts in vain.
The wight possessed by the Witch-king of Angmar let out unwilling and painful roars, then instantly exploded violently, turning into flying ash.
The other wights also suddenly seemed to lose their support, their evil power dissipating, and they all fell to the ground, turning into white bones.
Everyone instantly fell silent, looking at Luke with awe.
However, Luke at this moment was not in the mood to pay attention to them. He looked at the voodoo doll that had turned to ash in his hand, feeling a pang of heartache.
The voodoo doll, which he had spent so much effort to make, was completely ruined after only being used to curse the Witch-king of Angmar once. This truly made his heart ache!
After all, voodoo dolls were not single-use consumables, but he hadn't expected the Witch-king of Angmar to be so strong that cursing him once would ruin a voodoo doll.
Gandalf walked over. He looked at the ashes in Luke's hand, feeling the lingering curse and Dark Arts aura on them, and looked at Luke with some concern: "Luke, please don't mind an old man's rambling, but be careful not to immerse yourself too much in this power, as it will make you very susceptible to becoming a prey of darkness!"
"I understand, thank you for your reminder." Luke nodded seriously.
At the same time,
Thousands of miles away in the Dark Land, the Witch-king of Angmar, leader of the Nazgûl, suddenly let out a painful shriek. His hollow armor and mask twisted and deformed in agony, his spirit body severely damaged, becoming even dimmer, as if it would dissipate at any moment.
This sudden change startled the other Nazgûl, but they didn't understand what had happened.
Just as the Nazgûl were in a panic, a huge, burning eye appeared.
The edges of the giant eye were red flames, and its pupil was a bottomless void of darkness. A tall, terrifying, pitch-black figure emerged in the vertical pupil, radiating an incredibly powerful and dark aura.
The Eye's pupil, like a black hole, sucked in the weakened Witch-king of Angmar, leader of the Nazgûl. When he reappeared, he had regained his powerful form.
"A new Wizard has appeared in Middle-earth? Find out his origin; there can be no variables affecting my return!" An ancient black speech, as if from an abyss, emanated from the Sauron's Eye. Every syllable was imbued with unspeakable evil power, full of allure and corruption.
"Yes, my Master!"
The Nazgûl bowed down in awe and submission beneath the Demon Eye.
....
The expedition party, meanwhile, was oblivious to the events in the distant darkness.
Everyone was collecting the jewels and accessories left behind by the wights and burying their bodies.
As Gandalf said, these wights were originally brave warriors who died in battle, only to be defiled by the Witch-king of Angmar's Dark Arts, thus unable to rest in peace. Their bones should not be left exposed in the wilderness.
Luke, on the other hand, found Gandalf and asked for his help: "Gandalf, can you check if there's anything wrong with me? Why did the Witch-king of Angmar say he marked me?"
Gandalf's expression became solemn upon hearing this. "Don't resist, I'll check you with magic." He then pressed the staff in his hand against Luke's chest, emitting a holy light.
Enveloped by the light, Luke felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, his entire body becoming very comfortable.
However, the next moment, Gandalf put away his staff, his expression somewhat serious.
Seeing his expression, Luke felt uneasy and quickly asked, "Gandalf, what's wrong? Is there really something wrong with me?"
Gandalf shook his head and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, it's just a curse. You must have picked it up when you entered the Barrow-downs earlier. It's not harmful, it just makes you more susceptible to the attraction of dark creatures. Hmm, it's like you've become more delicious food."
Luke said he wasn't comforted, and he also couldn't figure out when he had contracted the curse. He was clearly very careful back then.
"Gandalf, do you have any way to remove this curse from me?"
Luke didn't want to carry such a curse, especially in situations like today, with wights swarming out. He didn't want to encounter that again at all.
Gandalf smiled and nodded, "This curse is difficult for others to solve, but you just happened to meet me."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a brilliant ruby-encrusted ring appeared on his finger. The ring shone with a fiery, warm light, as if he were wearing a sun on his hand.
"This is..." The Ring of Fire, Narya. Luke's eyes widened, looking at the ring on Gandalf's hand with admiration.
This was the first time he had seen the true form of the Ring of Fire, narya, with his own eyes. It was truly beautiful!
Gandalf gently patted his shoulder with the hand wearing the ring. A sun-like energy swept through Luke's body, easily sweeping away a trace of curse power hidden within him.
Luke instantly felt his body clear, as if internal sediment had been removed, and his entire being became light.
"There!" Gandalf withdrew his hand.
"Thank you, Gandalf!" Luke said with great gratitude.
"Glad I could help!" Gandalf shook his head, once again making the ring on his finger disappear. Seeing Luke's gaze unconsciously linger on his hand, he playfully winked at him, shushed him, and whispered, "This is a little secret, remember to keep it for me!"
Luke nodded, a little amused and touched.
Gandalf's willingness to openly display the Ring of Fire to him and help him remove the curse was enough to show his trust in Luke.
Only after the wight's remains were buried did everyone return to the yurt to continue sleeping.
"Hmm, what's wrong? What happened?" The corpulent Bombur groggily emerged from his sleeping bag, looking at the entering group with confusion.
Everyone immediately fell silent, exchanging glances.
The situation had been urgent earlier, and everyone thought they had all woken up, but they hadn't realized one person was still missing.
Gandalf and Luke both watched the scene with smiles.
Thorin looked at his simple-minded companion, took a deep breath, and said exasperatedly, "Nothing, go back to sleep."
"Ah? Oh!" And then Bombur really did shrink back into his sleeping bag, and soon after, earth-shattering snores emanated from him.
Everyone was speechless again, but still, with various emotions, they all burrowed into their respective sleeping bags.
It was already very late, and they had to set off early tomorrow.
The next morning, everyone gradually awoke from their dreams.
Watching Luke wave his hand and transform the enormous yurt back into a carriage, with the carpets and sleeping bags also disappearing, everyone felt as if they had just experienced a dream.
Before setting off, there was one more thing everyone had to do.
That was to share the spoils.
Hundreds of wights had left behind a large bag of jewelry and accessories last night, not to mention dozens of relatively intact ancient swords.
Regarding these spoils, Gandalf suggested that everyone share them equally.
However, Thorin directly refused, believing that the Dwarves had not contributed to last night's battle, as all the wights were dealt with by Gandalf and Luke, so there was no reason to share the spoils.
The other Dwarves also agreed with Thorin; although they loved jewels dearly, their pride did not allow them to accept charity.
Facing the stubborn Dwarves, Gandalf no longer insisted, but he himself had no great need for treasure, so he only picked out the most intact ancient sword as a weapon, and then left the remaining spoils to Luke.
Luke looked at the spoils, all belonging to him, and suddenly suggested to everyone, "Yesterday, the Witch-king of Angmar was severely wounded by me, and his wight minions also lost their power. Why don't we seize this opportunity to go straight to the dragon's lair and take the wight treasures from within the barrows?"
At this suggestion, the Dwarves' eyes lit up, and even Thorin, who only wanted to reach the Lonely Mountain as soon as possible, did not object.
They refused to share Luke and Gandalf's spoils, but that didn't mean they didn't covet treasure.
Especially since the Dwarves were not wealthy now; Thorin Oakenshield even had to make a living as a blacksmith to support the Durin folk, exchanging resources with nearby humans. He even had to offer the Lonely Mountain treasure as compensation to gain the cooperation of Luke and others in the expedition.
Although Gandalf had no interest in the wight treasure, he also supported Luke's suggestion.
So, instead of continuing forward, everyone changed direction and headed deeper into the Barrow-downs.
The sky over the Barrow-downs was always so gloomy, with mists perpetually shrouding the mountains, an expanse of silence and desolation.
However, compared to his last visit to the Barrow-downs, Luke noticed that much of the mist in the mountains had dissipated, and the dark clouds in the sky had thinned somewhat.
Everyone proceeded without encountering any obstacles, smoothly reaching the Guzhong Group.
Perhaps because the Witch-king of Angmar was severely wounded and the wights had lost the support of the Witch-king's power, there was no sign of wight activity on the Barrow-downs, making it very quiet.
Gandalf tapped the ground with his staff, continuously using Magic to detect, and after receiving a sensation, he reminded everyone, "The wights are asleep and will not awaken for a short time, but still be careful not to disturb them."
Upon receiving the information from Gandalf, the Dwarves immediately became excited; with no threat from the wights, the jewels buried in the barrows were all theirs!
So the Dwarves began their tomb-robbing work.
Dwarves are naturally skilled at excavating mines and tunnels, so digging a tunnel to the burial chamber was no problem for them at all.
The Barrow-downs primarily buried the princes and nobles of the Dúnedain, and the burial goods were naturally invaluable treasures; under the Dwarves' patronage, the burial goods in the tombs were completely plundered.
As for the wights sleeping in the tombs, if encountered, they were basically dealt with by Luke and Gandalf, preventing any possibility of their revival.
After staying in the Barrow-downs for three days, the Dwarves visited over a hundred burial chambers, finally reluctantly giving up their tomb-robbing work only because their food was running out.
And the final haul also made everyone very satisfied; except for Gandalf, who gave up his share, everyone else's pockets were bulging with gold, silver, and jewels, even Bilbo's.
The Dwarves were all beaming with joy, and even the most serious Thorin's face had softened considerably.
Carrying their abundant gains, everyone left the Barrow-downs.
And before leaving, Gandalf even gave the Barrow-downs a great purification gift package, purifying and suppressing the evil power that the Witch-king of Angmar had imposed on the Barrow-downs to its lowest level.
In any case, the wights sleeping in the Barrow-downs had no chance of revival in the short term.
As for why the evil power of the Witch-king of Angmar was not simply dispelled, according to Gandalf, unless the Witch-king of Angmar could be eliminated, the power he imposed on the Barrow-downs would never disappear.
Returning to the main road,
Everyone continued their journey, finally arriving at Bree at noon.
Bree is a small town inhabited by humans, located in the center of the Eriador wilderness, where the East-West Road and North-South Road main arteries intersect, providing excellent transportation, and many traveling merchants, rangers, and others would stop here.
Occasionally, even Elves would pass through here, traveling along the East-West Road to the Grey Havens in Lindon to the west, and then crossing the sea by ship.
Everyone arrived at The Prancing Pony in Bree for a brief rest and to replenish some supplies.
With money in their pockets, the Dwarves were very eager to enjoy themselves, directly waving their hands, "Innkeeper, bring out all the wine! Today we'll drink our fill!"
Besides their love for money, Dwarves also greatly enjoyed drinking, especially strong, spicy spirits.
The innkeeper became very enthusiastic upon hearing the Dwarves; Dwarves not only loved to drink but also had a great capacity for it, consuming wine by the barrel, not by the cup.
So no innkeeper would refuse such guests, and he immediately instructed the Hobbit servants in the inn to bring out barrels of fine wine from the cellar and place them before the Dwarves, letting them drink their fill.
At the same time, Luke's Hogwarts Sign-in System also reacted.
[Hogwarts Sign-in System: Location Bree - The Prancing Pony, do you wish to sign in?]
Luke remained calm and silently thought, "Sign in."
[Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining the Floo Powder manufacturing method and Floo Network application!]
A surge of memories flooded his mind, and Luke's eyes immediately widened.
Floo Powder? This sign-in was actually this item.