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

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the fields along the Ott River. After a long night flight, they had finally arrived home, and the flying car was ready to land.

[System notification: Arrived at destination]

[Current Location: Hobbiton (Tower Version?)]

[Area Status: Absolutely Safe]

Sanity recovery rate: +10/minute

Below, a crooked house stands between the orchard and the garden. It looks like several houses stacked on top of each other, held together by magic. There are four or five chimneys on the roof, a few pairs of boots still lying haphazardly by the door, and several fat hens pecking at food in the yard.

"That's my house." Ron pointed down, a hint of trepidation in his voice. "It's a bit run-down, I know."

"No, Ron."

"This is a miracle. This is the last refuge."

The wheels touched the ground lightly, and they landed safely.

"Looks like nobody's awake." Fred glanced at the closed door and let out a long sigh of relief. "We can sneak upstairs and pretend we've been sleeping the whole time."

It turns out that his mouth might have been blessed, and in a reversed way.

Suddenly, the door was flung open. A short, plump woman in a floral apron rushed out. The background behind her seemed to be ablaze with flames.

[WARNING: Encountering a Boss-level unit!]

Name: Molly Weasley

[Title: Beon's Wrath/Dragon Shouter/Guardian Dragon of the Burrow]

[Danger Level: Red - Critically Endangered]

"It's over," George groaned.

Mrs. Weasley's roar instantly echoed throughout the yard, startling a flock of chickens.

"The beds are empty!! There's no note! The car's gone too... What if you're in a car accident and die... Or what if a Muggle sees it..."

[High-decibel sonic attack detected!]

[Willpower check in progress...failed!]

[Gained Debuff: Intimidate (All attributes reduced by 40%, duration: until she calms down)]

Rowe instinctively took a step back and hid behind Harry—as a Ringbearer, Harry possessed the highest level of hatred, the thickest plot armor, and the most outrageous "orphan" destiny aura.

"...Look at this, who are these?" Mrs. Weasley's gaze suddenly fell on Harry and Rowe, her voice instantly dropping from a roar to a gentle whisper. "Harry? And Rowe? Since you're here, come in and have breakfast. Leave these rascals alone."

The speed at which he changed his expression left Luo Wei in awe.

"What an advanced level of mind control..." Rowe whispered to Ron, following behind Harry. "Did your mother learn a skill called 'face-changing' from some mysterious Eastern country? Or some kind of advanced Druidic form switching?"

Ron grimaced. "I wish it were magic, at least then there would be a way to break the spell. It's talent, man, it's talent."

...

The kitchen in the humble dwelling was cramped, but filled with warmth.

Everything here fascinated Rowe. The frying pan that automatically washed itself in the sink (Rowe even wanted to challenge it to a duel), the knitting needles he used for knitting, the aged ham hanging from the ceiling, and strings of dried herbs...

The system interface was frantically refreshing various entries related to "life-related magic".

He sat at the long table, facing the mountain of sausages, fried eggs, and golden-brown toast that Mrs. Molly had brought out.

[Item: The Hobbit's Feast]

[Ingredients: Love, Magic, High Calories]

[Effect: Restores stamina, relieves fatigue, fully restores sanity, and grants the buff "Mom's Taste"]

Lowe didn't immediately pick up his knife and fork. He first cautiously scanned his surroundings, and only after confirming it was safe did he begin to wolf down his food.

"Eat slowly, son, no one's going to take it from you." Mrs. Weasley looked at him kindly and added two more sizzling sausages to his plate. "You must be starving."

"Thank you for your generosity, mistress." Rowe mumbled, his mouth full of food. "This is the most delicious Lambas I've ever eaten... I mean, breakfast. A thousand times better than dry, hard marching rations."

At that moment, a man with sparse red hair and a balding head walked in.

"Nine warrants!" Arthur Weasley plopped down in a chair, unfastening his cloak. "Nine! Old Mundungus tried to sell his invisibility cloak to a Muggle... and even cast a forgetting spell on him, only to forget himself in the process."

Then he saw Harry and Rowe.

"Oh my god, Harry Potter! And who is this...?"

"Love Baggins, sir." Love put down his fork and gave a chivalrous salute.

"Nice to meet you!" Arthur's eyes lit up; he was clearly interested in something about Rowe. His gaze fell on a ballpoint pen peeking out of Rowe's breast pocket.

"Is that...that's what Muggles use to write?" Arthur asked excitedly, pointing to the ballpoint pen.

“Not entirely, sir.” Rowe took out his pen and spoke nonsense with a straight face. “This is the recording tool of Gondorian scholars. It doesn’t need an ink bottle because the ink is sealed in this tube. It’s a lost art.”

"The ink's sealed inside the tube!" Arthur exclaimed, taking the ballpoint pen. "Ingenious! What a clever Muggle... I mean, a Gondorian!"

[Gain Reputation: Arthur Weasley's Favorability +20]

...

After breakfast, Mrs. Weasley asked them to clean up the goblins in the garden.

"It's simple," Ron explained to Harry. "Sperm are pests. All we have to do is grab them by the ankles, spin them around until they're dizzy, and then throw them over the fence."

The garden is full of these little monsters with potato heads and hard skin.

[Mission: Clear out the scouts around the camp]

[Target: Goblin Scout]

Quantity: Large

[Reward: Mrs. Weasley's Apple Pie]

Harry and the Weasleys had a great time, with goblins flying around the garden and screaming all around them.

But when Harry turned to look at Rowe, he froze.

In a corner of the garden, Rowe had tied three goblins to a fence post using vines from the garden, though the way he tied them looked a little odd. He squatted in front of them, holding the broken hilt of a sword in his hand, his eyes cold.

"Speak!" Rowe hissed, pressing the broken hilt of his sword against the throat of a goblin. "Where is Saruman's army? Who is your commander?"

"Let me go! Let me go!" the goblin screamed, trying to bite Rowe's finger.

"Stubborn to the end?" Rowe sneered. "Looks like you want to experience the punishments of Gondor."

He pulled a half-eaten toffee from his pocket and forced it into the goblin's mouth.

"Waaaah!" The goblin's teeth were stuck together with super toffee, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't open its mouth and could only let out terrified whimpers.

The two goblins nearby screamed in terror at the sight, feeling a fear far greater than being thrown out of the fence.

When Rowe untied the vines, the three goblins didn't even need to be thrown. They screamed like madmen and charged toward the hole in the fence, faster than if they had been thrown out.

"See that?" Rowe stood up and said to the stunned Harry and Ron, "The best way to deal with scouts is to win them over psychologically. They'll bring fear back to their lair and won't dare come back for a while."

Harry looked at the fleeing goblins, then at Rowe, who had a serious expression on his face.

"Love," Ron swallowed, "are you sure you don't want to be a guard in Azkaban someday? I think even the Dementors would be afraid of you."

Luo Wei shrugged and put away the broken sword hilt.

"A knight doesn't care about fame as long as he can protect the peace of the Shire."

He turned around, looked at the humble dwelling in the sunlight, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

Here, there is no Voldemort, no Death Eaters, only noisy goblins and a warm breakfast.

Here, there is no shadow of Voldemort, no spying of Death Eaters, only noisy goblins, a warm breakfast, and the bonds of family.

If this is just a moment of peace in Middle-earth, he is willing to protect it!

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