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

"Run! Run!"

Lo Wei's voice boomed in the cramped space.

Hermione Granger huddled in the corner under the sink, her face deathly pale. She stared at the enormous figure that had squeezed through the doorway, her throat constricted, unable to even scream.

That was a real monster.

It stood a full twelve feet tall, its skin as dark and rough as granite. It had to bend down to squeeze into the women's restroom, its enormous body instantly filling the entire space.

But in Rowe's eyes, this was more than just a giant.

[Encountering an Elite Boss: Moria Troll]

[Rank: Lv.25 (Skull Class)]

[Weapon: Orc Battering Ram (Attack Power: ???)]

[Armor: Heavy Plate Armor (System Classification: Skin)]

[Status: Berserk/Hungry]

The troll's tiny, tennis ball-sized eyes stared at Hermione in the corner. It let out a low growl and raised a thick, tree-trunk-like wooden club in its hand.

Hey! Big guy!

Luo Wei slammed the frying pan in his hand.

when!

The sound of metal clanging echoed in the toilet.

The giant paused for a moment. It turned its clumsy little head and looked at the clueless little thing.

"Your opponent is me!" Rowe raised his frying pan (round shield) and gripped his blackthorn wand (dagger) in his right hand, assuming a standard defensive stance. "If you want to harm the Elf Princess, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

The troll was enraged.

It roared, and the wooden club that was originally aimed at Hermione changed direction, sweeping towards Rowe with a whistling sound.

This is no ordinary swing. This is a battering ram capable of smashing city gates.

roll!

As if springy, Lowe's body instantly lurched to the side and rolled on the floor.

boom!

The wooden stick smashed against the row of washbasins.

The sound of shattering ceramics was deafening. A water pipe burst, and a white jet of water shot up to the ceiling like a fountain, instantly soaking the entire room.

Pebbles and shards of porcelain flew everywhere.

"Damn! This guy's strength is way greater than the orc captain's!"

Lowe leaped to his feet. Water soaked his hair, but he felt no cold, only the boiling of his blood.

[Passive Skill Triggered: Hobbit Racial Talent]

[Effect: Increases evasion rate by 50% when facing large creatures]

The troll, having missed its attack, grew even angrier. It clumsily turned around, raised its massive, millstone-like foot, and tried to stomp the hopping flea to death.

Loewe did not back down.

Using his small stature, he charged directly between the giant's legs.

"The pedicure tactic!"

The black thornwood wand in his hand, like a sharp dagger, stabbed fiercely at the troll's ankle.

Ding! A crisp sound.

Luo Wei felt as if he had been stabbed in the back of a metal plate. The shock made his hands go numb.

[Attack ineffective! Armor not penetrated!]

"This skin is way too thick!" Luo Wei cursed inwardly. "Is he wearing mithril chainmail?"

Although it didn't cause any real damage, the blow stung the giant. It roared in pain and stomped its feet frantically.

Rowe dodged and weaved between the giant's legs like a nimble monkey.

Water splashed and pebbles rolled around.

Hermione remained huddled in the corner, staring wide-eyed at the scene. Her mind was blank. All her book knowledge, all her spells, seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

All she saw was the usually eccentric Hufflepuff boy, holding a frying pan and a wand, dancing at the feet of a monster powerful enough to crush them.

"Hermione! Move!" Rowe yelled, dodging the troll's trampling attacks. "Run to the door! I can't hold out much longer!"

Hermione finally realized what was happening. She stood up, trembling, and tried to slip away along the wall.

But trolls aren't entirely brainless.

It noticed Hermione's movements. It suddenly swung its long arm and grabbed at Hermione like it was catching a chick.

"Don't even think about it!"

Lo Wei gritted his teeth and made a crazy decision.

Instead of dodging, he leaped high into the air and, with all his might, smashed the frying pan in his hand against the giant's outstretched arm.

when!

Another loud bang.

This time, the frying pan slammed squarely into the troll's wrist.

Although it might have been just a mosquito bite to the troll, the sudden pain swayed its movements. Its hand grazed Hermione's head and slammed against the wall.

But the cost was heavy.

Because Rowe was in mid-air, he couldn't gain any leverage. The giant swung its hand back, and the huge wooden club crashed into him like a wall.

Lowe only had time to protect the frying pan in front of his chest.

boom!

A tremendous force came.

Lowe felt like he'd been hit by a runaway bus. He was thrown backward, slamming heavily against the opposite wall before sliding down.

[WARNING: Shield damaged!]

[Frying pan durability: 75% -> 40%]

[Status: Internal organ concussion/laceration at the tiger's mouth]

HP: 80%

"Cough cough..."

Lowe spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. His left hand was trembling violently, barely able to hold the frying pan.

The once smooth frying pan now had a deep dent in the middle, leaving a huge stick mark.

"Damn it..." Rowe struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall. "I'm not Aragorn, and I don't have the sword of Narsil!"

The giant turned around and approached step by step.

It seemed to realize that this little creature was the biggest threat. It raised its stick, preparing to deliver the final blow.

A huge shadow fell over Rowe.

"Is it over yet?"

Rowe looked at the falling "battering ram," but there was no fear in his eyes, only the resolute determination of a Fellowship of the Ring.

"If this is my ending..."

He took a deep breath and lifted the deformed frying pan again.

"For Ciel!"

At this critical moment,

boom!

The toilet door was kicked open again.

Two panting figures rushed in.

"Stay away from him, you ugly freak!"

Harry and Ron arrived at the battlefield!