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

In mid-October, Hogwarts was already showing signs of autumn.

Ever since that night of the "Kaharos Escape," Harry and Ron felt a strange tacit understanding develop between them and Hermione. Hermione no longer bossed them around, but the way she looked at Rowe was always filled with conflict: he might be somewhat reliable, but it was also unlikely that he was reliable!

Morning, in the auditorium.

Hundreds of owls surged into the restaurant like a gray storm.

[WARNING: Air unit approaching!]

[Identification: Friendly Messenger (Albatross/Giant Eagle)]

Hedwig, the snowy owl, landed in front of Harry with a long, thin package.

Meanwhile, looking somewhat tired, Rowe's owl, Claybarn, tossed a heavy cardboard box next to Rowe's plate.

"What is this?" Harry asked in surprise, looking at the long, thin package.

Luo Wei looked up.

His pupils contracted instantly.

[A legendary mount has been discovered!]

【Name: Shadow Strike】

[Race: Mearya - King of Horses]

[Attributes: Speed ​​SSS / Loyalty SSS / Spirituality SSS]

[Description: Even in the darkest night, its fur gleams like silver. It is Gandalf's steed, and only the most distinguished knights can ride it.]

In Rowe's view, what Harry was facing was not a flying broomstick at all.

It was a miniature version of the divine steed, radiating a sacred silver light. It had streamlined muscles, and its mane resembled flowing moonlight. It kicked its hooves restlessly on the long table in the Great Hall, emitting neighs that only the chosen ones could hear.

"Open it, Harry," Rowe's voice trembled with excitement. "Don't keep it waiting."

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Harry tore open the wrapper.

A Nimbus 2000 rolled out.

That's the fastest flying broomstick ever made. The mahogany handle is smooth as jade, and the branches at the end are neatly trimmed.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed, "A Nimbus 2000! I've never touched one before!"

"Only the most noble knights are worthy of such a mount." Rowe looked at the broom (the mythical horse) with eyes full of awe. "Harry, you truly are the chosen one. It is a descendant of the Maharaja, and it will carry you through the shadows of death, faster than the wind."

Harry touched the broom handle; although he didn't know what "Mealy" was, he could feel the magic of the broom.

"Thank you, Rowe," Harry said somewhat shyly. "Professor McGonagall gave it to me."

"That's natural," Rowe nodded. "She's the queen of Los Lorien; she knows when to bestow a sword upon a hero."

Just then, Malfoy walked over with his two henchmen.

He spotted Nimbus 2000 at a glance, and a look of greed and envy appeared on his face.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Malfoy grabbed a broom. "First-year students aren't allowed to bring brooms. I'm telling the professor!"

Lo Wei put down his knife and fork.

His eyes changed.

Enemy unit detected: Fallen Elf

[Status: Greedy/Provocative]

"Release that horse," Rowe said coldly.

Malfoy was taken aback: "What did you say? You..."

"Put it back." Rowe's fingers rested on the handle of the knife. "Unless you want to experience the methods of a Gondorian ranger."

Malfoy felt a chill run down his spine as he looked into Rowe's eyes. Those eyes were terrifying; he felt that if he dared to take the Nimbus 2000, Rowe would stab him with a knife.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick walked over.

"Oh, isn't this Harry?" Professor Flitwick broke the silence. "Is this the...?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said.

"Nimbus 2000!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed. "Professor McGonagall told me about it. What a wonderful broom!"

The standoff was unexpectedly interrupted. Malfoy glared at Harry fiercely, then threw down his broom and slunk away with Crabbe and Goyle.

"He's jealous of you, Harry," Rowe said, watching Malfoy's retreating figure. "But he doesn't deserve it. Shadow Strike would only kill someone like that."

After seeing Malfoy walk away, Rowe turned to his own baggage.

He cut open the cardboard box, inside which were neatly stacked dozens of silver-packaged items, and a row of gleaming kitchen knives.

"What's this?" Ron asked curiously, leaning closer. "Something to eat?"

"These are strategic materials." Luo Wei picked up a package, his expression solemn.

[Item Obtained: Lambas]

[Type: Consumable/Legendary Food]

【Origin: Rivendell/Los Lorraine】

[Effect: One bite is enough to make an adult run all day. Restores stamina and boosts morale.]

Of course, these were actually high-calorie military-grade compressed biscuits that Rowe ordered by mail from Owl. They were as hard as rocks, but incredibly high in calories.

"This is Lambbas." Rowe tore open the packaging, broke off a piece and handed it to Harry, then broke off another piece for Ron. "It's elf's travel bread. Eat it sparingly; it's our only supply on the way to Mordor."

Harry took the grayish-white hard lump and took a bite.

"Cough cough cough!"

Harry nearly choked. It was so dry and tasteless, like chewing on a piece of sugared plaster.

"Water...water..." Harry pounded his chest desperately.

"Is this what elven food tastes like?" Ron looked at the biscuits in his hand with a look of disbelief. "I think it's not even as good as Hagrid's rock crust biscuits."

"That's because you don't know how to appreciate it." Luo Wei took a bite himself, chewing without changing his expression. "This is the taste of survival. The taste of discipline."

Besides the cookies, Lowe also took out the row of dinner knives.

He picked one up and twirled it between his fingers. Perfect balance.

[Weapon Acquired: Noldor Throwing Knife]

Quantity: 6

[Attributes: Sharpness B / Throwing Modifier +1]

"What do you need so many knives for?" Hermione asked, passing by the long table and seeing the scene.

"To peel apples," Rowe made up on the spot, "and for self-defense. You never know when you might encounter an ogre that suddenly jumps out, or a three-headed dog that wants to eat meat."

Hermione's expression changed. She remembered what had happened that night.

"Okay," she said in a low voice, "but don't litter in the hallway. Filch has been cracking down lately."

"Don't worry." Rowe carefully tucked the knives into the specially made leather belt beneath his robe. "A knight-errant never misses."

Then, he hoisted the box of "Lambas" onto his shoulder and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Come on, Harry. Go try out your Shadow Strike. I need to get to the training grounds to practice my throwing."

After saying that, Rowe took his "elf rations" and "throwing knife" and strode out of the auditorium.

Harry looked at the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, feeling the lingering taste of the strange biscuit in his mouth, but his heart was filled with warmth.

In any case, having a friend who treats you like a "chosen one" is not a bad feeling.