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

Thursday afternoon, 3:30 p.m.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students arrived early at the lawn in front of the castle. Hufflepuff students were also scheduled to have class at this time; it seemed Hogwarts thought it was a good idea to put all the first-year students, who were prone to accidents, together.

The weather was sunny with a gentle breeze. The grass underfoot was soft and green, and in the distance lay the shimmering Black Lake.

But in Loewy's eyes...

[Scene Loading: Lohan Plain]

Current task: Tame the mount

[Warning: A large number of wild monster reactions detected]

Twenty flying brooms were neatly arranged on the grass.

To the average student, these were just old, tangled brooms. Some even had half their tails missing.

But through Lovi's system filter, this was practically a dragon beast incubator.

They have long, slender necks covered in black scales, sharp claws that dig deep into the soil, and branches at the base of their tails that are upright bone spurs.

"Alright, what are you all waiting for?"

Mrs. Hodge strode over. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes that resembled those of a bird of prey.

[NPC Identification: Rohan Cavalry Instructor/Dragon Tamer]

"Everyone stand next to a broom. Quick, quick, quick!"

Luo Wei chose the one that looked the fiercest, an old-fashioned Seven Stars with its tail hair all puffed up.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it above the broom handle," Mrs. Hodge called from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" Harry shouted.

The broom immediately jumped into his hand.

[Talent detected: A natural-born dragon knight]

[Harry Potter and his mount synchronization rate: 99%]

Rowe glanced at Harry with a hint of jealousy. Is this what they call the chosen one? Even this beast submits to him willingly.

Nearby, Hermione's broom simply rolled on the ground. Ron's broom smacked him hard on the nose.

"Your turn, Baggins," Malfoy sneered from a short distance away. "I think halflings are better suited to riding pigs."

Lowe ignored Malfoy's taunts. He took a deep breath and stared at the "beast" on the ground.

*Do you want to defy me?* Rowe asked coldly to himself. Do you want to taste the steel sword (or wand) of Gondor?

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and slapped it lightly on the broom handle (the monster's neck).

Snapped!

The sound startled Neville, who was standing nearby.

"Obey me, beast!"

Lowe let out a low, menacing growl.

[Skill Activation: Deterrence]

[Judging in progress... Strength check passed.]

The broom seemed genuinely stunned by the slap; it trembled violently, then sprang up with a "whoosh," clinging tightly to Luo Wei's palm, still quivering slightly.

"Oh..." Mrs. Hodge walked over, looking at the broom in Rowe's hand. "Very spirited. Although the way it does it is a bit unusual. But I must say, it really understands."

Lo Wei gripped the broom handle tightly.

"It knows who the master is, madam."

...

Next up is flight practice.

"When I blow the whistle, push off with both feet and leave the ground," Mrs. Hodge said. "Keep rising, a few feet high, then lean forward slightly and land back on the ground. Three, two..."

Neville was too nervous.

Before the whistle could even be blown, he suddenly stomped his foot on the ground.

"Come back, child!" Mrs. Hooch cried.

But Neville had already been sent flying with a whoosh. His face was contorted with terror; clearly, the broom was completely out of control.

[Warning! Friendly forces are out of control!]

[Status: Crash Warning!]

Rowe watched helplessly as Neville rose twenty feet into the air, his broom swung wildly, trying to throw the rider off his back.

"Hold on, Longbottom!" Rowe roared. "Hold on by the neck! Don't let go!"

But Neville clearly had no talent for riding. He cried out and slid off the broom.

boom.

Neville crashed face down onto the grass, curling up in agony. His flying broom, meanwhile, flew aimlessly towards the Forbidden Forest.

Madam Hooch rushed over to check Neville's injuries. "His wrist's broken...but he's alright, son!" She helped Neville to his feet, then turned sternly to the others, warning, "I'm taking him to the school hospital. Nobody touches him! Anyone who dares to ride a broomstick will be expelled from Hogwarts!"

As soon as Lady Hodge left, Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see that silly look on his face? That big meatball?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Petil said.

"Protecting Longbottom?" Malfoy said viciously. "What, you want to break your neck too?"

He bent down and picked up something shiny from the grass.

"Look, it's Longbottom's Memory Orb."

"That's mine," Harry whispered.

Malfoy jumped onto the broom and flew into the air.

"Want it, Potter? Then come up and get it!" He circled high in the treetops like a smug raven.

Harry grabbed the broom.

"No!" Hermione cried. "Madame Hodge said—"

But Harry wouldn't listen. He shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Luo Wei stood on the ground, looking up at the chase in the air.

In the system's filter, this was nothing short of an epic air battle.

Harry rode a golden young dragon, soaring through the clouds. Malfoy, on the other hand, rode a black gargoyle, dodging through the trees.

Enemy unit detected: Malfoy

Threat Level: Low (Air Superiority)

[Tactical suggestion: Anti-air fire support]

Lowe didn't ride a broom. He didn't trust the beast he wasn't fully familiar with.

He has something else.

He quickly opened his backpack and pulled out his treasure: a frying pan!

"Hermione, calculate the wind speed," Rowe said in a deep voice.

"What?" Hermione was still in shock. "Love, what are you doing with that frying pan?"

"air defense."

Luo Wei squinted and raised his left thumb to measure the distance.

At that moment, Malfoy was hovering atop the oak tree, tossing the memory ball in his hand and mocking Harry.

"Got it!"

Malfoy suddenly threw the memory ball out.

Harry swooped down, moving as fast as lightning.

"Now!"

Lowe suddenly swung his arm.

call!

The frying pan slipped from his hand, spinning and flying into the sky.

Of course, Rowe's target wasn't the Memory Ball, but Malfoy.

Or perhaps it was Malfoy's broom.

when!

The frying pan grazed Malfoy's broom tail with perfect precision.

The tremendous impact and the rushing wind pressure nearly made Malfoy fall off his broom. He turned around in horror and saw a dark object glittering in the sunlight before crashing heavily onto the grass in the distance.

At the same time, Harry caught the memory ball a foot off the ground and rolled it lightly across the grass.

The entire audience cheered (except for Slytherin).

Malfoy landed disheveled, staring at Rowe with a pale face.

"What...what did you just throw?"

"My shield." Rowe walked over calmly, picked up the frying pan, and wiped the grass clippings off it. "If you dare to laugh at your wounded comrades on the battlefield again, next time I won't just give you a warning shot."

Malfoy swallowed hard. He looked at the thick cast-iron frying pan, then at the muscles in Rowe's arm.

Just then, Professor McGonagall rushed out of the castle.

"Harry Potter!"

Her voice trembled, and her glasses gleamed.

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I've never..."

Rowe's heart sank. It was over; Harry was going to be expelled.

"Come with me," Professor McGonagall said, pointing at Harry.

Harry followed dejectedly.

[Task Settlement]

[Completion Rating: Excellent (Although no enemy aircraft were shot down, the enemy was successfully deterred)]

[Reward: Riding Skill Lv1 (Applicable to all mounts)]

[Gain Skill: Anti-Air Defense (Pan Throwing Accuracy +10%)]

"Love," Ron whispered, "what would you have done if Harry hadn't caught the Remembrance Orb?"

"I'll knock Malfoy down." Rowe stuffed the frying pan back into his bag, his eyes resolute. "Then I'll make him eat the memory orb."

Upon hearing this, Hermione let out a desperate groan.