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

On Christmas morning, Hogwarts was completely covered in thick snow, a vast expanse of white.

Rowe Baggins woke up in his warm underground bedroom in Hufflepuff. The first thing he noticed wasn't the sunlight streaming through the window, but the pile of gifts at the foot of his bed.

[System notification: Winter Solstice Celebration (Started).]

[Supply drops from allies detected.]

Current morale: High.

"The supplies have arrived." Luo Wei rolled out of bed, rubbed his hands together, and began excitedly counting his spoils.

The first package was the largest, and it felt soft and thick. Unwrapping the plain kraft paper, I found a thick, chunky yellow sweater with a large "L" woven into the chest.

"Lady Molly Weasley's handiwork." Rowe stroked the texture of the sweater, a sense of respect welling up within him. "This is the winter coat of the Hobbit clan. Only the closest allies are honored with this privilege."

【Equipment Name: Weasley Family Hand-Knitted Sweater (Tan Tan Limited Edition)】

[Quality: Rare (Handmade)]

[Attributes: Cold Resistance +20, Mental Resistance +10 (Mother's Love), Affinity +5 (Weasley Faction), Stealth -5 (Color Too Eye-Catching).]

[Note: Wearing this, you become part of the humble abode. It might be a little itchy, but that's the feel of love.]

Without hesitation, Luo Wei took off his pajamas and put on this "battle robe." A warm current instantly enveloped his entire body, as if he had drunk a large glass of warm butterbeer.

The second package was small and exquisite, tied with a purple ribbon, and carried a faint fragrance. Inside was a pair of dark brown leather gloves, tough in texture, with a fine scaly pattern on the surface.

"Did Susan give you this?" Rowe picked up the gloves; they were made of fine dragon skin with a soft cashmere lining.

【Equipment Name: Finely Crafted Dragonhide Gauntlets (Artisan Grade)】

【Quality: Excellent】

[Attributes: Physical Defense +15, Bite Resistance +30 (against small magical creatures), Fire Resistance +5, Charisma +2.]

[Note: This is a Hufflepuff girl's heartfelt wish. Although she says it's to prevent you from getting hurt again, it's actually to make your hands, which are only good for holding a frying pan, look a little more respectable.]

"Perfect." Rowe put on the gloves, clenched his fist, and felt his fingers were well protected, but his dexterity had not decreased at all. "From now on, when I grab those biting books, mandrakes, or try to catch blades with my bare hands, I won't have to worry about my fingers being bitten off."

He adjusted his gear in front of the mirror: a tan Weasley sweater, dark brown dragonskin gloves, his "Needle" (a blackthorn wand) at his waist, and thick wool socks on his feet. This outfit made him look like a farmer preparing to weed his garden, or a dwarven expedition preparing to climb Mount Calradia.

"Fully powered up." Lowe took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening. "Time to meet up at the Gryffindor Tower. I have a feeling an even more important artifact will be unearthed today."

......

In the Gryffindor common room, the fireplace was burning brightly, and Harry and Ron were equally engrossed in unwrapping their presents. The floor was piled high with colorful wrapping paper.

"Love! Wow!" Ron, wearing a maroon Weasley sweater and stuffing a freshly opened box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into his mouth, exclaimed, "Did you get a sweater from Mom too?"

"Of course." Luo Wei pointed to his tan sweater and puffed out his chest. "It has good defensive capabilities, and this earth tone is perfect for camouflage in muddy environments."

"A disguise?" Ron paused, almost choking, then burst out laughing. "You're always so funny, Rowe. It's just a sweater!"

"Harry has one too," Ron said, pointing to the side. "And lots of candy... Hey, what's this?"

Harry was sitting amidst a pile of clutter, holding an irregularly shaped package in his hand. The package felt incredibly light, as if it contained nothing but air and had no weight at all.

Luo Wei's gaze froze instantly. In his vision, the package was radiating a silver glow, the "aura" possessed only by the highest-level magical items.

"It's here," Rowe said in a low voice, his tone trembling slightly, "The Crimson... I mean, the legendary item is here!"

As Harry untied the ropes from the bundle, a silver-grey fabric slid down like water, cascading smoothly onto the floor, shimmering with a soft, luminous light. It looked both like a liquid and a gas.

[System Alert: Mythical-grade magical item detected!]

【Item Name: Invisibility Cloak】

[Tier: Artifact (Deathly Hallows Component 1/3)]

[Attributes: Optical stealth (perfect level), aura concealment (master level), causality defense (partial).]

[Special Effect: Even Death itself cannot find the wearer. Wearing it, even the Eye of Sauron cannot detect your presence.]

[Note: This is an inheritance left by my father, and also the key to the world of shadows.]

"This...this is..." Harry picked up the cloak in surprise, watching it flow through his fingertips, the sensation was indescribably wonderful.

"What is this?" Ron also came over, his eyes wide open.

"Put it on, Harry." Rowe leaned forward, rubbing his little hands together, his eyes burning with fervor. "Put it on quickly, let's witness a miracle."

Harry draped the cloak over his shoulders. The next second, an astonishing scene unfolded—his body vanished into thin air, leaving only a head suspended in mid-air, staring down in astonishment.

"Whoa!" Ron exclaimed, scattering his Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans all over the floor. "Your body is gone!"

"Look down."

Harry looked down at his feet, his jaw dropping in astonishment. "They're really gone!"

But in Rowe's system view, this scene was even more shocking. Harry's body didn't simply "disappear," but rather, light, magic, and even causal lines around him underwent extremely natural distortions. Harry Potter on the system interface, from a red-named selectable target, became a semi-transparent, indistinct phantom, and even the once prominent "The Chosen One" title above his head became blurred and finally disappeared completely.

"This is true invisibility," Rowe murmured to himself, unable to resist reaching out to touch it. "Not some clumsy illusion spell, nor a trick of light refraction. This is the art of the high elves. No, this is far more ancient! This is the magic of weaving reality!"

His fingers touched the invisible fabric, cool and silky, like touching a piece of frozen moonlight.

"This is our pass." Rowe looked up at Harry's head floating in the air. "Harry, with this, we can go to that place."

"You mean the forbidden section?" Harry shrank back into his cloak. Now he was completely gone, leaving only his voice echoing eerily in the air.

“That’s right.” Rowe nodded. Although he was still afraid of the place filled with “Screaming Books,” “Biting Books,” and “Cursed Books,” looking at the artifact in front of him, his courage grew a lot. “Sauron’s library is dangerous, full of spies and traps, but if we have perfect stealth and aura concealment, that’s a different story.”

"Tonight?" Harry's excited voice rang out, clearly indicating that he had been looking forward to this adventure for a long time.

"Let's go tonight." Rowe glanced at the darkening sky outside the window. "This is the perfect time. All the guards will be relaxed, indulging in the holiday festivities."

"However, we need to divide the tasks." Rowe began to outline the tactics. "Harry, you're in charge of infiltrating the core area (the forbidden section) and using the Cloak's absolute advantage to find clues about Nicolas Flamel."

"And what about you?"

"Me?" Rowe patted the wand at his waist and tightened his dragon-skin gloves, looking righteous and awe-inspiring. "I'll be in charge of providing support and keeping watch on the outside. I'll be stationed in the corridor outside the library. If Filch or that Mrs. Lorris Hakimi gets close, I'll signal you."

"Alright." Harry, clearly oblivious to the underlying "survival" tactic in Rowe's words, instead found it quite tactical. "What signal should we use?"

"If it were Filch, I'd throw a rock at the door, or imitate an owl's hoot," Rowe said seriously. "If it were Snape... well, I'd just run away. Take care."

"What?!" Harry's incredulous voice echoed through the air.

"Love!" Ron laughed so hard he rolled on the floor. "You're so disloyal! What kind of backup is that?"

"That's called preserving manpower," Rowe retorted confidently. "If I get caught too, who'll bring Harry his prison food? Besides, against a boss like Saruman, a tactical retreat is a wise move. Didn't Gandalf also tell everyone to run first when he encountered the Balrog?"

Night falls, and Hogwarts Castle falls asleep. But in the shadows of the Gryffindor tower, the "Library Infiltration Operation" begins!