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

At dinner time, the auditorium was bustling with noise.

Harry Potter became a legend. Not only was he not expelled, but he also became the youngest Seeker in a century. This news infuriated Malfoy.

At that moment, Rowe sat at the long table in Hufflepuff, intently sharpening a knife, making a rhythmic "shh-shh" sound.

Justin Finley, standing next to him, watched him, too afraid to even cut the steak on his plate.

"Love," Justin asked cautiously, "what...what are you doing?"

"Prepare for war," Rowe said to himself. "The war horns have sounded. Whether orcs or Death Eaters, my sword must remain sharp."

Suddenly, Malfoy, accompanied by his two bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, stormed toward the Gryffindor table.

Luo Wei stopped moving.

Enemy units approaching.

Threat Level: Medium

[Status: Provocative]

He immediately put away his knife, grabbed his backpack from beside his feet, and quietly moved behind Harry and Ron.

"Potter!" Malfoy drawled, "I challenge you to a duel."

Harry, busy eating a syrup pie, looked up at the question: "A duel?"

"That's right, a wizarding duel," Malfoy said arrogantly. "If you're afraid, I understand. After all, you're just an uncultured orphan!"

“Who says I wouldn’t dare?” Ron stood up. “I’m his assistant. Who’s your assistant?”

Malfoy glanced at Crabbe and Goyle: "Crabbe. Midnight, the trophy room. That's the only place that's not locked."

Just as Malfoy thought the matter was settled and was about to turn and leave, a voice rang in his ear.

"Wait a moment."

Malfoy was startled and turned around to find Rowe standing there at some point.

"Bar...Borgins?" Malfoy stammered. "That's none of your business."

"This is the call of glory."

Rowe stepped forward, and his imposing presence caused Malfoy to involuntarily take a step back.

[Trigger Mission: Glory Duel]

[Description: Faced with the provocation of the fallen wizard, only blood can wash away the shame.]

"Since it's a duel, let's make the rules clear. No restrictions on weapons? No restrictions on the venue? No regard for life or death?"

The entire auditorium suddenly fell silent.

Malfoy's eyes widened: "Wh...what?"

"I mean, if I accidentally break your skull, or rip your internal organs out of your stomach... am I responsible for collecting the body?"

Malfoy's face turned deathly pale instantly. Crabbe and Goyle were also dumbfounded.

"This...this is just a wizarding duel!" Malfoy screamed. "Wands are allowed! No physical contact!"

"Using only a magic wand? A coward who only knows how to wave a little stick. A true warrior dares to face steel and blood."

He moved closer to Malfoy until their noses almost touched.

"Listen, kid. If I see you in the trophy room tonight, you better pray your little stick can stop my frying pan. Because in my hometown, a duel only ends in one way—only one person leaves standing."

Malfoy swallowed hard.

"I'll go!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "Potter, you just wait!"

After saying that, he fled in panic with his two bodyguards.

Harry and Ron stared at Rowe in disbelief.

"Love," Ron whispered, "you...were you kidding me? You weren't really going to rip his guts out, were you?"

Luo Wei turned around, looking like a "reliable teammate".

"Psychological warfare, Ron." Rowe patted his backpack. "Break the enemy's will before the battle begins. He'll definitely be shaking tonight, unable to even pronounce the spell correctly."

...

It's 11:30 p.m.

The common room was empty. Harry and Ron were about to sneak out when Hermione sat waiting for them in a chair by the door.

"I knew it!" Hermione exclaimed angrily. "You guys really want to duel! Have you even considered how many points Gryffindor will lose if Filch catches you?"

"Hermione, move aside," Harry said.

"I won't allow it!" Hermione stood up. "I'm going to tell the Fat Madam!"

Just then, a hand reached out from the shadows and gently pressed on Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione nearly screamed in fright, then turned around to see Rowe in full gear.

[Encounter with NPC: Elf Enforcer]

[Attribute: Lawful Good]

Resistance level: High

"This is the path of men, Miss Granger," Lowe said, feigning a deep and magnetic voice. "Some paths must be walked by us, even if their end is the crater of Mount Doom."

Hermione glared at him, annoyed. "That's the trophy room! Rowe! Not some Mount Doom!"

She was so angry her hair stood on end. "And you're not even a Gryffindor! Why are you joining in this nonsense?"

"For the sake of our oath." Rowe looked up at the ceiling. "When the horns sound, the Fellowship of the Ring will never abandon a single member."

He lowered his head, looking into Hermione's eyes with utmost sincerity.

"If we don't return before dawn... please tell Professor Sprout that my mandrake in the greenhouse needs watering."

Hermione's mouth dropped open, and she was speechless for a long time.

"You're all insane," she said in despair. "You're all crazy."

"Let's go." Rowe waved to Harry and Ron. "The scouts are in position. Silence. Move out."

They climbed out of the portrait hole.

Hermione stood there for a while, gritted her teeth, and followed.

"I don't trust you!" she said angrily. "If you get caught, at least I can prove I was trying to stop you!"

And so, a strange "expedition"—a savior, a pure-blood wizard, a fully armed "hobbit," and an "elf" in a pink robe—disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

On this night, Hogwarts Castle underwent a tremendous change in Rowe's eyes.

The familiar corridor had transformed into a deep, dark mine tunnel. The whispers in the portraits had turned into the roars of dark creatures. And what awaited them ahead was not just Malfoy, but also true darkness.

[Entering Area: Moria Mines]

[Current Mission: Arrive at the Mazarpur Hall (Trophy Display Room)]

[Warning: Something's strange about this place. That drumming... the drumming from the abyss...]

Rowe gripped the frying pan tightly.

"Stay close to me."