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

The Flourish and Blotts bookstore was packed with people.

For most wizards, this was a good day to snap up new school textbooks and catch a glimpse of Gilderoy Lockhart.

Crowd density: Extremely high (movement speed -50%, pickpocket success rate +20%)

[Ambient Noise: Extremely High (Perception Judgment -10, Continuous Sanity Value Deduction)]

"Stay close to me, Ringbearer." Rowe lowered his voice, one hand protectively around Harry, the other resting on his wand at his waist. "Pickpockets, spies, and dark wizards are everywhere here. Remember, don't accept any candy from strangers, and don't look at any moving books."

Harry struggled through the crowd, trying to catch up with the Weasleys ahead.

"Love, this is just a bookstore," Harry said helplessly, his glasses askew. "Besides, everyone just wants to see Lockhart. Hermione said she wanted to see him too."

"That's the most dangerous place," Lowe said coldly, looking towards the center of the bookstore.

There hung a huge, even somewhat tacky, banner: Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography, "I Am Magical," for sale.

Behind that table sat a sorcerer dressed in a blue robe adorned with forget-me-nots. He had wavy blond hair and a set of pearly white teeth that would make even the most gleaming black toothpaste envious.

When he smiled and waved to the crowd, the system displayed a red warning.

[Encountering elite-level units!]

Real name: Gilderoy Lockhart

Race: Human (?) / Succubus hybrid (possibly)

[Title: Grimaldi the Deceiver/The Deceitful/The Memory Thief]

[Danger Level: Yellow (Mental Pollution)]

[Skills: Group Charm (Lv. Max), Oblivion Spell (Grandmaster), Sharp Tongue (Passive), Dazzling Entrance (Blinding Effect)]

"Look at that smile." Rowe squinted, as if blinded by a bright light. "Hypocritical and greasy, full of high-level magical implications. He's using his teeth to reflect light, casting a mass hypnosis on all the women present. This is classic black magic—sedition."

Mrs. Weasley was gazing at Lockhart with fascination, frantically fixing her hair while blushing like a young girl, saying, "Oh, he's so charming, isn't he? Those books he wrote, about his battles with the Yeti in XZ..."

"His words are poison, madam," Lowe muttered behind her. "He's poisoning the king's mind... I mean, he's poisoning the public's sense of aesthetics and intelligence. If those stories are true, I'll eat that book, 'Walking with Vampires.'"

Suddenly, Lockhart's eyes caught sight of Harry.

"No way!" Lockhart shouted, jumping up from his seat. "Harry Potter!"

Lockhart rushed over, grabbed Harry's arm, and forcibly pulled him into the spotlight.

"Great! What a perfect headline! Savior and great writer!"

Rowe took a step forward, trying to pull Harry back.

"Release the one who upholds the precepts, you treacherous minister!" Lovi roared. "Your filthy hands are unworthy to touch those chosen by fate!"

But before he could rush out, he was blocked by a group of middle-aged witches screaming wildly.

"Don't push! I need an autograph too!"

"Lockhart looked at me! He looked at me!"

"Get out of the way, I want to touch his robe!"

"Let go of that halfling!" Lowe shouted from the edge of the crowd, trying to force his way in. "This is kidnapping! This is blatant kidnapping!"

But the crazy fans didn't care about any of that. Anyone who dared to get in their way of seeing their idol was kicked out. Rowe watched helplessly as Harry was held tightly in Lockhart's arms, forced to give a stiff, awkward smile to the camera.

"Smile brighter, Harry! We could be on the front page!" Lockhart whispered in Harry's ear, then his voice was amplified by magic, echoing throughout the entire bookstore. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some extremely important news to announce..."

"Damn it! That's mind control!" Rowe gritted his teeth, looking into Harry's helpless eyes. "He's trying to corrupt the Ringbearer's will! He's draining Harry's luck!"

Just as Rowe was about to pull out his frying pan and unleash a "Whirlwind Slash" on the group of witches to force his way out, the commotion on the other side caught his attention.

In a corner of the bookstore.

Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy got into a fight.

Every punch landed squarely, and books flew through the air.

"Well done, Arthur!" Hagrid's voice rang out as he easily separated the two entangled figures. Arthur's lip was cut, and Lucius had been hit in the eye by a copy of "The Household Pest Guide."

By the time Rowe finally managed to drag Harry, whose face was covered in lipstick marks and who looked utterly dejected, out of Lockhart's clutches amidst the chaos, the battle was already over.

Lucius Malfoy straightened his disheveled robes and held a tattered Transfiguration textbook in his hand.

He stuffed the tattered book back into Ginny's cauldron.

"Take your book, little girl—it's the only thing your father can give you," Lucius said maliciously, then strode away with the arrogant Draco.

Lowe watched Lucius's back warily, especially his last seemingly casual movement.

[WARNING: Elite units, evacuate!]

[Real Name: Lucius Malfoy]

[Identity: Emissary of Mordor/High-ranking Death Eater]

Status: The plot has succeeded

"What did he do?" Lowe frowned; his intuition told him something was wrong.

He walked quickly to Ginny.

The little girl was holding the pile of books, her face pale with fright, her eyes filled with tears, clearly terrified by what she had just witnessed.

"Are you alright, Ginny?" Rowe checked her to see if she was under any dark magic. "Did that snake bite you? Or did it put some kind of curse on you?"

Ginny looked up, about to speak, but then she saw Harry behind Rowe.

Harry, frantically wiping the ash from his glasses, looked at her with concern: "Are you alright, Ginny?"

Ginny's face flushed instantly. She couldn't say a word, just shook her head frantically, then suddenly lowered her head and buried her face in the pile of books.

"She was terrified." Lowe sighed and shook his head. "This level of dark pressure (referring to Lucius) is indeed too much for an underage hobbit."

[System notification: The target is in a state of "extreme shyness (confusion)".]

[Judgment: The charm effect was caused by the close-range radiation of the "Savior's Halo".]

[Note: This is not black magic, it's puberty.]

"Alright, all done." Arthur Weasley walked over, panting. His robe was torn, but he looked relieved. "We should go too. The air here is terrible."

"Let's go, Harry."

"We should get out of this mess. That smooth talker's laughter is giving me a headache, and my sanity is plummeting."

Harry, clutching a pile of Lockhart's complete works that Lockhart had forced on him, followed reluctantly, his steps faltering.

"Give me these books," Ginny suddenly whispered, blushing as she took the stack of books from Harry's arms and put them into her cauldron. "I mean... I'm going to buy them anyway."

"Oh, thank you, Ginny." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Stepping out of the bookstore and breathing in the relatively fresh air of Diagon Alley, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Seriously, Rowe, why do you hate Lockhart so much?" Harry asked, straightening his clothes. "He's a bit...overly enthusiastic, but Mum and Hermione think he's great. He's written so many books and done so many good things."

"Because I know what a real hero is like, Harry." Rowe stopped and turned around, his back to the sun.

"True heroes don't write their exploits in books to make money, nor do they use smiles to earn applause. They don't pose under flashing lights, but silently wipe the blood off their swords in muddy trenches."

Luo Wei touched the frying pan at his waist, his tone becoming solemn.

"True heroes are often nameless, silent, and burdened with heavy responsibilities. They fight to protect the world, yet are often misunderstood by the world."

Harry paused for a moment. Looking at Rowe's young face, which seemed to tell a story, he suddenly felt that what Rowe said made a lot of sense, and he was even a little moved.

"You mean..." Harry said thoughtfully.

"That's right." Luo Wei nodded, his expression tragic. "Like me."

Harry: "?"

"Just now, in order to rush in and protect you, my new leather boots were completely crushed by that two-hundred-pound fat witch." Rowe pointed to his deformed boots, looking heartbroken. "This is standard equipment for Gondorian rangers! Who would write about this kind of sacrifice in a book? Who would give me Galleons?"

Harry: "..."