The Birth of a Dragon Slayer

At this moment, Aaron is admiring the heroic performance of his clone on Lonely Mountain.

At the same time, he was secretly considering whether to place an order for Transfiguration, since he had only earned a thousand Magic Points and had just barely earned enough to afford to splurge.

But he also hesitated. He could guess that his Animagus would be a raven and a dragon, but judging from the posture of his Patronus, he knew that even if he became a dragon, he would only be a dozen meters tall.

The Patronus is being beaten so badly now, it's estimated that he won't be much better off when it's his turn.

Transfiguration is indeed powerful, but it's still not enough against Smaug. He could be torn to shreds in less than a minute, and he doesn't want to die a gruesome death.

"Is that... a dragon?" Bilbo murmured, watching the dragon battling Smaug in the Long Lake Town.

"It's obvious," Balin said. "But it can't defeat Smaug, and it doesn't seem like a real dragon; it must be some kind of advanced magic."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Aaron, while the others looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you all looking at me?" Aaron chuckled sheepishly. "I'm right here. Do you think I can use that kind of magic?"

"But there's no one else but you," Bilbo smiled. "Didn't you say everything was arranged? Long Lake Town is Smaug's final resting place."

"Gaius," Thorin looked at him meaningfully, "Can you give me an explanation?"

"Yes, that's right, just as you all thought. I summoned that dragon." Aaron raised his head proudly, looking down at everyone with arrogance. "Only a few geniuses can learn this kind of ancient magic, and I am one of them."

However, each use consumes a crazy amount of magic power, and the (Thought Form) might disappear if one is not careful.

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, and then tacitly agreed that this magic had nothing to do with Aaron, because based on their understanding of Aaron, he wouldn't be so high-profile.

"Aaron," Bilbo pointed in the direction of Long Lake Town, "Tell me honestly, did you create this?"

"Of course I arranged it," Aaron said casually. "Who else but me would know such advanced magic? It couldn't be Gandalf, could it?"

"So that's it! Gandalf is back!"

Bilbo suddenly felt he had seen through the truth. No wonder Aaron was so confident that Long Lake Town would be Smaug's final resting place; it must have been a tactic he had discussed with Gandalf beforehand.

Aaron:...

I'm an honest kid, but no one believes the truth!

Just as Aaron was thinking this, he heard the cry for help from the Thought Form in his mind. When he turned around, he saw that the Holy Dragon Patronus was being brutally beaten by Smaug, and its form was on the verge of disintegrating.

"Everyone, I have to go help. They can't kill that dragon without me." Aaron sighed helplessly, then used Apparition to teleport to the top of the clock tower.

"Did he go to Long Lake Town?" Bilbo asked incredulously.

"I'm afraid so, Bilbo," Balin said. "With him on the team, we might be able to kill the dragon."

"Sorry, I didn't arrive very timely, but it's not too late either." The moment Aaron appeared, he took the black Wand from the Thought Form and quickly cast the Patronus Charm.

"Expecto Patronum!"

With a surge of powerful magic, the crippled Holy Dragon suddenly regained its strength, its scattered form gradually solidified, and it miraculously repelled Smaug, before charging forward again without regard for anything else.

"My Magical Energy is less than one-tenth of what it used to be," the Thought Form said weakly.

"Then let's get ready quickly!"

"You two... are... twins?" Bard asked in astonishment.

"No." ×2.

Aaron and the Thought Form said in unison.

Bard raised an eyebrow; they were definitely twins.

"Bard." The Thought Form picked up a Black Arrow from the ground and said solemnly, "You know what to do, right?"

"I will hit the target, but I may not be able to kill Smaug."

"Don't worry about that, just give it to me," Aaron said. "You just need to hit it."

The Thought Form and Aaron exchanged a glance. The former used the Disillusionment Charm, while the latter pretended to be out of breath and stopped casting the spell.

The Holy Dragon Patronus instantly disintegrated, turning into points of light and disappearing.

Smaug paused for a moment, then looked triumphantly in the direction of the clock tower. "You can't hold on any longer, can you!"

Aaron did not answer, but simply took a step back, seemingly unintentionally.

"Looks like I wasn't wrong." Smaug's lips curled into a cold smile. "But I won't come any closer. I won't give you any chance."

Aaron:...

Generous gift of crabs! If the dragon lies low, nobody else will have a chance.

"Of course, opportunities can only be created by oneself!" The Thought Form sighed helplessly, then directly Apparition to Smaug's back and forcefully plunged the Black Arrow in its hand.

With a flash of sparks, a piercing sound rang out from Smaug's back, followed by an angry roar.

"Who?"

The Thought Form did not answer, but instead dragged the Black Arrow forward at breakneck speed.

The Dragon Scale on Smaug's back jingled, and a row of sparks flashed by, standing out conspicuously in the night sky.

It is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

"Damn bugs."

Smaug cursed under his breath, glanced at the clock tower, and circled into the sky, intending to deal with the guy on his back first.

"Bard".

"I've got it in sight, but it's too fast," Bard said anxiously, constantly adjusting the angle of the Wind Crossbow.

"I'll slow him down," Aaron said, waving his Wand forcefully across the lake.

Magic Array Long Lake Town appeared beneath the lake's surface, and dozens of icy streams of water rose from the lake, crashing at incredible speeds into Smaug, who was swirling and flying in the sky.

"This..." Bard stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"We spent a lot of time preparing this Magic Array at the bottom of the lake today; finding the Black Arrow was just a side thing."

We originally planned to build a water dungeon, but for now, we'll just have to make do!

Bang~ Bang~ Bang~

Smaug was struck in the abdomen first, and the Dragon Fire that were brewing were doused with cold water, causing it to stagger in mid-air.

Then more and more water crashed against its body, which enraged it, but the huge dragon body still fell uncontrollably downwards.

Bard seized the opportunity and decisively fired the last Black Arrow.

This time, Smaug was caught off guard. The Black Arrow struck the wound in its left chest, penetrating completely into its body, with only the fletching protruding.

"Ah!"

Smaug roared in agony as his body crashed down, destroying large sections of buildings.

It staggered to its feet, enduring immense pain as it flapped its wings and flew upwards, but as it ascended, it gasped for breath and teetered on the brink of collapse.

Seeing this, Bard breathed a sigh of relief, "We won."

"But it's not thorough enough," Aaron said with a meaningful smile.

The phantom of the Thought Form Apparition back, its body gradually turning transparent and merging with the original body.

"What is this?" Bard swallowed hard. "You... this..."

"Don't overthink it. We're really not twins. This is just a simple clone technique," Aaron said calmly, then looked at Smaug struggling in mid-air, feeling it necessary to give Death God some face.

He grabbed the Black Arrow left behind by the Thought Form, his body entered the black and white spatial vortex, and when he reappeared, he was in front of Smaug's chest.

"The time to seize the dragon's head has come," Aaron thought excitedly, one hand gripping the arrow in Smaug's chest, the other plunging the Black Arrow deep inside.

He then cast several more spells in succession, chanting, "Cruciatus Curse, Cruciatus Curse, Cruciatus Curse..."

"Ah!"

Smaug let out a bloodcurdling scream as the entire dragon plummeted from the sky.

Normally, the spells wouldn't harm it at all, but now that it's been hit by two Black Arrow and is on the verge of death, the effects of these spells have been amplified infinitely.

Smaug fell on the town, making an earth-shaking sound.

A shower of gold coins rained down, leaving Aaron completely bewildered. Even if there were rewards for slaying the dragon, it shouldn't be this hasty!

But when he saw the mayor's body not far away, he suddenly realized that Smaug had probably crushed the unfortunate creature when he fell, capsizing the ship's treasure along with it.

However, he deserved it and there was no reason to pity him.

"Why?" Smaug lay sprawled on the ruined town, looking at Aaron weakly, and asked, "You and I should be the closest allies, why are you turning against me?"

Aaron sighed with a complicated expression. Just as he was hesitating whether to let it die knowing why, he saw Bain and the others rowing over.

He immediately adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor and declared in a righteous and indignant manner, "I am a righteous person because of the justice in my heart."

Smaug:...

It wanted to curse the other party for being hypocritical; it had never seen such shamelessness in its long life.

But the rapid loss of life left it with no strength, and its eyes quickly turned gray.

Aaron shook his head and silently took out the Dragon-Slaying Magic Crystal.

Strands of crimson-gold light flew out from Smaug's body and merged into it, and the originally transparent crystal slowly turned crimson.

As the dragon soul was extracted, Smaug's corpse became extremely shriveled, and even his hard scales turned into sand and dissipated.

"What's going on?" Tauriel looked at Aaron with suspicion and uncertainty. "What did you do?"

"Uh... don't misunderstand." Aaron suppressed his excitement, put away the activated Dragon-Slaying Magic Crystal, and explained seriously, "I won't use Smaug's corpse, but I have to prevent evil people from using it, which is also to prevent future troubles. You don't want it to fall into the hands of a necromancer, do you?"

Tauriel was speechless.

"Where's my dad?" Bain asked. "Is he still sick?"

"The archer should be coming down from the clock tower now," Aaron said with admiration. "His archery skills are beyond my reach."

Every arrow struck Smaug, especially hitting his weak spot in the left chest twice.

"Congratulations! From this day forward, the world will know that Bard killed the dragon with his arrow, and you will be the descendants of the dragon slayer."

Meanwhile, Thorin and the others on Lonely Mountain also witnessed the dragon's fall, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their gloom completely dispelled.

Caw! Caw! Caw!

Black ravens flew in from the distant sky.

"Erebor's ravens have returned," Gloin said excitedly.

"Yes! The news will spread, and everyone in Middle-earth will know that the dragon is dead," Balin laughed, and the others cheered as well, while Thorin returned to the hall expressionlessly.