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

The next morning, breakfast in the Great Hall was much livelier than usual. News of the "troll intrusion" the previous night had spread throughout the castle. Although the prefects tried to claim that it was just a "Halloween special" or a prank by some older students, this did not stop the students from letting their boundless imaginations run wild.

Rowe sat at the long table in Hufflepuff, a mountain of grilled sausages and fried eggs in front of him. But he didn't eat immediately; instead, he squinted, his gaze piercing through the crowd and fixed intently on the faculty section.

[An abnormal status detected in an enemy unit.]

[Target: Saruman (Snape)]

[Status: Limb Damage][Dark Magic Backlash][Movement Speed ​​-30%]

Professor Snape arrived late today. When he entered the Great Hall, although he still had a gloomy expression that kept strangers at bay, Lowe keenly noticed the unnaturalness in his gait.

He seemed hesitant to put weight on his left leg, and his brow furrowed slightly with each step.

"Look over there." Rowe, carrying a plate, slid to the Gryffindor table and squeezed between Harry and Ron.

"What's wrong, Rowe?" Harry was feeding his owl Hedwig toast when Hedwig affectionately pecked his finger.

"Look closely at Saruman... I mean, Professor Snape's legs," Rowe whispered. "See that? That incoordination in his gait."

Harry and Ron immediately turned their heads away.

"He seems to be injured," Ron mumbled, his mouth full of bacon. "He's limping."

"It's not just an injury," Rowe's eyes deepened, "it's a mark from being bitten by some powerful guardian beast. Last night, while we were all dealing with trolls, someone tried to trespass into the forbidden area."

Harry's eyes widened suddenly.

"You mean?!"

“That’s right,” Rowe nodded, his tone certain. “He wanted to steal that thing. But he underestimated the watchdog—I mean, the power of the wolf Caharos (Louwe).

In Loewy's system logic: Snape = Saruman the White (traitor); Fluffy = the ancient wolf Khalilos; Philosopher's Stone = the Silmarillion/One Ring.

In Harry's realistic logic: Snape = bad guy; Fluffy = Cerberus; that thing = the little package Hagrid mentioned.

Two completely different sets of logics have achieved a perfect closed loop at this moment.

"I knew it!" Harry slammed his hand on the table excitedly. "He was trying to slip through that corridor in the chaos!"

"Shh!" Hermione arrived, carrying a book thicker than a brick. "What are you talking about? You're making too much noise."

"We're analyzing the enemy situation, ma'am." Lowe pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. "Also, given the current situation, we need to strengthen our armed forces, especially our air power."

He spread the parchment out on the table.

It was originally a sketch of a Quidditch pitch, but now Rowe has filled it with all sorts of dazzling lines and arrows.

[Tactical Simulation: The Eagle Knights vs. Nazghur.]

Operation codename: Skyfire.

"Wood told me the Quidditch season is about to begin," Rowe said, pointing to the circles on the diagram. "Harry, as the Seeker, your job isn't just to catch that golden ball. You're our aerial scout, our eagle eye on the battlefield."

"Uh, what's this?" Ron pointed to a red curve descending from the sky on the map, next to which were strange runes. "It says 'Heavenly Justice'?"

"It's a tactic," Rowe explained seriously. "Using gravitational potential energy, you dive vertically from a great height and pull up just before hitting the ground. This kinetic energy generates a huge sonic boom, which can not only terrify the opposing chasers but also make their brooms go out of control."

"That sounds extremely dangerous," Hermione commented, frowning. She quickly calculated the acceleration and centrifugal force. "And it violates Quidditch Rule 72: 'It is forbidden to intentionally crash or create a life-threatening flight maneuver.'"

"This isn't a charge, this is a deterrent," Rowe said seriously. "On the battlefield, momentum is everything. Remember, Harry, when you ride a broomstick, you're not playing a game, you're piloting a giant eagle."

Harry looked at the tactical diagram that was full of "military style". Although he didn't quite understand what "flanking" and "firepower coverage" meant, he suddenly felt that Quidditch had become sacred.

Just then, a timid voice interrupted their tactical meeting.

"That Luo Wei?"

The air behind Lowe seemed to sweeten. Susan Burns stood there, her hands clasped together, holding a small jar of pale green ointment, her face flushed red all the way to her ears. Her long, golden-red hair was tied into two braids, and she looked both nervous and shy, like a little badger mustering the courage to step out of its burrow.

"Oh, Susan." Rowe turned around, his expression softening instantly. "Is there something you need?"

"I...I heard about what happened last night," Susan's voice was barely audible. "They said you fought a giant monster, and I wanted to see if you were hurt."

Before Rowe could answer, Susan boldly grabbed his arm and carefully examined his wrist and the area between his thumb and forefinger. The spot where he had gripped the frying pan and withstood the giant's recoil from the previous night was indeed still a little red and swollen.

"Oh my god, it's all swollen!" Susan exclaimed in distress, quickly opening the ointment and carefully applying it to Rowe's hand. "It must hurt a lot, right?"

[System notification: A friendly unit is detected undergoing healing.]

[Judgment: The girl's affection level with Luo Han has increased significantly.]

Current relationship: Adoration/Infatuation.

[Gained Buff: [Maiden's Prayer] - Healing speed +50%, Mood +20, Slight increase in all attribute resistances.]

Rowe coughed awkwardly, feeling the gossipy glances around him—especially from the Hufflepuff table, where Cedric was winking at him.

"Cough, it's nothing, Susan." Rowe tried to pull his hand back but failed. "It's just a warrior's medal. For a warrior who has faced ogres, this little injury is nothing—ouch, be gentle."

"Don't move!" Susan glared at him, her gentle yet domineering manner instantly subduing Luo Wei. "If you don't handle it properly, it will leave lasting consequences. You're really not taking care of yourself."

Hermione watched from the side, and for some reason, looking at Susan's cautious manner and then at Rowe's expression, she suddenly found the book "A History of Medieval Magic" in her hands to be dull and even a bit of an eyesore.

She slammed the book shut with a loud "smack," startling Ron who was standing next to her.

"Since your injury has been treated by 'professionals'," Hermione said abruptly, standing up and clutching her book to her chest, her tone curt, "then I won't bother you any longer. I'm going to the library now."

She turned to Harry and Ron, speaking rapidly, "Harry, Ron, don't forget Snape's paper is due today!"

After saying that, she tossed her fluffy brown hair and strode towards the hall entrance without looking back, her back view exuding an inexplicable anger.

Rowe watched Hermione's departing figure in confusion, even forgetting the pain in his hand.

"What's wrong with her?" Rowe asked Harry. "Did I say something wrong? Or does she think there's something wrong with my air combat tactics?"

"I don't know." Harry shrugged, looking bewildered. "Girls are so unpredictable."

"Maybe she went to the library to look up information on treating troll impact injuries?" Ron guessed. "After all, she loves finding answers in books."

Luo Wei paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up with realization and approval.

"I see!"

Looking in the direction Hermione had disappeared, Lowe remarked, "Truly worthy of being our scholar. Seeing her teammate injured, she immediately went to seek out more advanced healing magic or knowledge to combat trolls. This thirst for knowledge and drive are practically the hallmarks of a future white wizard."

He turned around, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Excellent, Harry. Your insight is becoming increasingly keen, even noticing such details. It seems you truly have the potential to become an excellent ranger. Remember, on the battlefield, you must not only observe the enemy, but also understand the intentions of your allies."