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

On Halloween Eve, Hogwarts is filled with the aroma of roasted pumpkins.

In the Spells class, today's lesson is the Levitation Spell.

Professor Flitwick stood up and began explaining today's lesson in a high-pitched voice.

"Never forget that wrist movement we've been practicing!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand wildly. "One flick, one snap! Remember, one flick, one snap!"

[Task: Master basic telekinesis]

Objective: To free the target object from the constraints of gravity.

Difficulty: E (Easy)

"Reciting spells is also very important! Don't be like the wizard Balfeo, who said 's' instead of 'f' and ended up lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."

The young wizards around them were all practicing diligently.

"Yugadimurleviosa!"

The classroom was filled with all sorts of strange chanting sounds. Some sounded like singing, others like arguing.

Lowe did not use his wand.

The real Maiar, or Gandalf, or Saruman, did not need such fancy gestures.

Power originates from willpower. It originates from bloodline. It originates from absolute control over the material world.

Lo Wei took a deep breath and stared intently at the feather.

[Skill Activation: Telekinesis (Under Testing)]

[Mental Energy Injection: 10%...20%...]

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was building a mental force, trying to grasp the feather and lift it up.

"Move..." Luo Wei managed to squeeze out, "Move... for me..."

Simo Finney's spell nearby had started to work, but he had set his feathers on fire and was now frantically trying to put it out with his hat.

The feathers in front of Lovi remained completely still.

"Perhaps I need a stronger rage," Rowe thought, "like Sauron gazing at Mount Doom."

He wanted to increase his "output." His eyes were wide open like saucers, and his face turned bright red.

[WARNING: Mental Overload!]

[Magic Loop: Blocked]

[Energy Release Path: Error]

Just when Luo Wei felt his brain blood vessels were about to burst,

boom!

A crisp popping sound rang out.

The feather in front of him remained lying there peacefully, but the ink bottle beside him shattered instantly, as if it had been hit by a bullet.

Blue-black ink splattered on half of Lowe's face and also on Hermione next to him.

"Good heavens!" Hermione exclaimed, quickly wiping her robes with a handkerchief. "What are you doing, Rowe? You didn't even chant a spell!"

Luo Wei wiped the ink off his face, his expression remaining serious.

"It's an ancient technique," he said in a deep voice, completely ignoring his current disheveled state. "No incantation is needed. Just pure willpower. Unfortunately, my power wasn't concentrated enough. That was... a side effect of the psychic shockwave."

Hermione rolled her eyes, thinking this person was simply unreasonable.

"You should listen to the professor," Hermione lectured. "Watch. A flick, a snap. Feathered Gedim Leviosa!"

The feather floated up lightly, hovering four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and shouted, "Look everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

Luo Wei stared thoughtfully at the floating feather.

"Using external force (the wand gesture) to channel energy?" he muttered to himself. "It's inefficient, but it's certainly stable. It seems I'm not yet able to control the pure Force."

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

It should have been a pleasant morning, but unfortunately, Ron failed to destroy the door because of his words.

In the corridor, a large crowd was surging toward the auditorium.

“No wonder everyone hates her,” Ron said to Harry, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear. “She’s a nightmare! Seriously, she probably doesn’t have a single friend.”

Just then, Hermione rushed past them. She had her head down, seemingly wiping away tears.

Harry looked at Ron awkwardly. Ron was also a little uncomfortable.

"I think she heard it," Harry said.

"So what?" Ron said, but sounded a little guilty. "She definitely noticed; she doesn't even have a single friend..."

A hand suddenly landed on Ron's shoulder.

Ron was startled and turned around to see Rowe's face.

"You made a mistake, Sam," Rowe said in a low, deep voice.

"Who is Sam?" Ron asked, completely bewildered.

"You're Harry's squire and friend, just like Sam is Frodo's gardener." Rowe didn't elaborate further. "Back in my hometown, if you wanted to woo a girl like Rosie, you couldn't talk like that. You'd get a frying pan on the head."

"I didn't intend to pursue her!" Ron blushed. "Besides, she's not some Rosie!"

"That's not the point," Rowe sighed, looking in the direction Hermione had disappeared. "The point is, she's our mage (priest). In an adventure party, driving away the healer is the stupidest thing you can do. If you get injured in the Moria Mines, who's going to bandage you? Who's going to cure your poison?"

Ron opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute, but then felt that what Rowe said made a lot of sense.

“And,” Rowe pointed to his chest, “she’s a lady. Even… an elf princess fallen to earth, though a bit as stubborn as the dwarf Ban. Ron, making a lady cry brings bad luck.”

"Then... what should I do now?" Ron was a little flustered.

"Pray," Rowe patted him on the shoulder. "Pray nothing bad will happen tonight. Otherwise, you'll live with guilt for the rest of your life."

After speaking, Luo Wei turned and walked towards another corridor.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to eat?" Harry asked.

"I'm going on patrol." Rowe waved without turning around. "I have a bad feeling. There's a smell of old socks in the air. That's the smell of trolls."