The person is at Hogwarts, but the system is in Middle-earth!

Chapter 104 Harry's Wisdom, Gollum Regains His Freedom!

Luo Wei let out a long sigh of relief, relaxing like a deflated balloon.

"That was close," he whispered to Harry, sounding shaken. "That orc commander almost summoned an army. Luckily, Mislanda (Dumbledore)'s presence held him back, or we'd be stuck in the office."

Harry:

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He glanced at Lucius, who, despite being tense, showed no intention of making a move, and then at Lowe, thinking that this senior might really need to have his head checked at the school hospital.

Dumbledore:

""

The old principal pushed up his glasses, looked at Luo Wei, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"A very imaginative description, Mr. Rowe," Dumbledore said gently. "However, I think Lucius would be even angrier if he knew you were comparing him to an orc."

Rowe shrugged. "That's his honor, Professor. After all, in my story, the Orc Commander is a very important villain, much better than that guy who can only write in his diary."

Lucius Malfoy's figure disappeared into the shadows of the spiral staircase, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance.

.

A brief silence returned to the office.

"Well done, Rowe," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Although your analogy... is quite creative."

Lowe remained vigilant. He stood at the doorway, his ears twitching slightly.

"He hasn't gone far, Mislanda," Rowe said in a deep voice. "Orcs don't give up their prey easily."

Especially when they feel humiliated.

Harry stood to one side, looking at the diary on the table, then at the shoes on his feet. Suddenly, a bold idea struck him.

"I'll be right back!"

Harry grabbed the diary and, before Dumbledore and Rowe could react, dashed out of the office like a gust of wind.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

Luo Wei frowned.

[System notification: The person holding the precepts has left the escort area.]

[Warning: You are deep in enemy territory.]

"I'll go check on him." Rowe immediately turned and followed. "You guys stay here and protect... command post."

When Rowe caught up with Harry, they had already reached the lower-level corridor.

Lucius strode toward the exit, with Dobby stumbling behind him, looking as if he might trip at any moment.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Harry called out breathlessly, waving the diary in his hand.

Lucius stopped and turned around abruptly.

"Is there something you need?"

By this time, Lowe had reached the corner of the corridor. He didn't reveal himself directly, but instead remained in the shadows, closely observing how things were unfolding.

He saw Harry quickly bend down and take off his socks, which were still covered in the mysterious slime from the Chamber of Secrets.

[System detection: Building spell model...]

[Item identification: Fabric emitting a strong odor.]

Wait, that's...

Harry stuffed the diary into the stocking before handing it to Lucius.

"I think you should want this back," Harry said.

Lucius wrinkled his nose in disgust. Even from several meters away, Lowe could almost smell the stench coming from the sewers. But through the system's filter, the scene changed dramatically.

[Visual Reconstruction: The Sacred Scroll of Liberation.]

[Description: This may seem like an ordinary sock, but it carries the wisdom and courage of the one who wears the precepts. The mud stains are the blessing of Mother Earth, and the slime is... uh, holy oil.]

In order to retrieve the evidence, Lucius had no choice but to grab the package, quickly tear off the dirty socks covering it, and throw it aside like trash.

"Don't touch me with this filth, Potter!" he roared, clutching the diary tightly in his hand.

The sock traced a parabola through the air.

Dobby moved in that instant. Like a catcher, he lunged at the sock and hugged it tightly to his chest.

[System determination: Contract transferred.]

The shackles of enslavement: shattered.

In Rowe's view, the invisible, burning black collar around Dobby's neck snapped with a crisp sound. A golden light burst forth from the dirty sock, instantly dispelling the gloom that had enveloped the elf.

"Master... gave Dobby a sock." Dobby looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief, his big eyes filled with tears.

"What?" Lucius turned around impatiently. "I didn't!"

"This is the supreme law of house-elves!" Dobby's voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed excitement. "Only when their owner gives them clothes can they gain their freedom! The owner threw Dobby a sock, and Dobby caught it!"

[Rule Analysis: House-Elf Contract.]

[Term: Gift of clothing = Granting of freedom.]

[Status Update: Free Citizen.]

Dobby is free.

[Story milestone achieved: The awakening of the enslaved.]

Smeagol broke free from the Ring's control.

Rowe emerged from the shadows with a relieved smile. He looked at the elf clutching the dirty socks as if he were a treasure, and it was as if he were seeing the hobbit who finally found himself in the crater of Doom.

"Well done, Harry," Rowe said softly as he approached Harry. "You lifted the most vicious curse in the simplest of ways. That's the wisdom of a knight-errant."

Harry grinned, though wearing only one sock made him look a little comical.

Lucius froze. He looked at Dobby, then at Harry, and finally at Rowe. The humiliation of being mocked overwhelmed him instantly.

"You've made me lose my servant!" Lucius took a step forward, his voice low and dangerous, like a venomous snake about to strike.

Rowe immediately stepped in front of Harry.

"He is not your servant, Lucius," Rowe said coldly. "He is a free spirit. And now..."

He pointed to the sock in Dobby's hand.

"He has obtained the passport to Middle-earth."

Dobby looked up and gazed gratefully at Harry and Rowe.

"Harry Potter has set Dobby free!" he screamed, his voice filled with ecstasy. "Dobby's free!"

[Task Completion: Freedom's Socks.]

[Completion Level: Perfect.]

You witnessed and assisted in a great liberation.

[Reward: Racial Reputation - Friendship with House-Elves (Exalted).]

[Special Trait Activated: From now on, you will enjoy VIP treatment in the Hogwarts kitchen (double the chicken legs, double the happiness).]

However, Lucius's anger had reached its peak. He no longer cared that this was Hogwarts, nor about the consequences.

He suddenly pulled the wand from his cane and pointed it at Harry.

"You arrogant brat..."

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[Warning: Enemy unit has entered a berserk state!]

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