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

Although the trip to Diagon Alley was full of twists and turns, at least everyone returned safely.

The next few days were the final days of summer vacation revelry. The breeze along the Otter River dispelled the previous gloom, and sunlight poured down on the roof of the Burrow like golden honey.

A perfect summer afternoon!

Ron invites Harry and Rowe to play a "simplified home version" of Quidditch.

[Mission: Aerial Cavalry Training]

Objective: Intercept all enemy projectiles (apples)

Current Mount: Light Warhorse (Seven Stars Sweep - Second-hand Version)

[Weapon: Mithril Round Shield (Refined Cast Iron Frying Pan)]

[Status: Riding skill check in progress...]

"Take this, Rowe!" Fred shouted, holding a green apple he had just picked from the orchard, and swung his baseball bat into the air.

The apple traced a green arc through the air, whistling through the wind, heading straight for Rowe, who was riding on a broomstick.

[WARNING: Catapult attack detected!]

[Type: High-explosive incendiary stone bomb]

[Impact countdown: 1.5 seconds]

[Recommendation: Avoid or block]

Rowe sat on the broom in a very strange posture. While others lay prone on the broom to reduce wind resistance, he stood upright as if riding a horse, his legs gripping the broom handle tightly.

"For the North! For Gondor!"

Luo Wei roared and yanked the broom head up. The old Seven Stars Broom creaked as it managed a quick stop and pull up.

Immediately afterward, he seized the opportunity, swiped his right hand across his waist, and instantly grabbed the frying pan.

"clang!"

The green apple was hit head-on by the frying pan and instantly exploded into a jam-like firework, splattering juice everywhere.

"Good shot!" George clapped and whistled loudly from the grass below. "I don't understand why they use a pan, but I have to say, the feel of it is much better than a baseball bat! Maybe we can develop a 'pan Quidditch'?"

"This isn't a pot!" Rowe shouted through the air, struggling to control the wobbling broom. "This is the shield of the Gondorian Guardians! Only the strongest mithril can withstand Mordor's siege engines!"

Harry rode Nimbus 2000 gliding gracefully past like a free swift. He looked at Rowe's resolute expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You're flying too stiffly, Rowe. Relax! The broom has a spirit; you have to trust it!"

"Relax?" Rowe's eyes widened. "Relaxation on the battlefield means death, Ringbearer! Stay alert! The Ringwraiths could swoop down from the clouds at any moment! If you fall, there are no giant eagles to catch you!"

[Airspace security is being scanned.]

[Sanity value: Stable.]

Current height: 15 feet (lethal height)

……

As the sun sets, it paints the entire sky orange-red. Playful times always fly by.

Mrs. Molly had prepared a grand feast to send them off.

The long table was moved outdoors and covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth. It was piled high with huge meat patties, mountains of boiled potatoes, brightly colored salads, sizzling chicken legs, and jugs of chilled pumpkin juice.

[Trigger Event: The Last Supper/Farewell Feast for the Expedition]

[Buff Acquisition: High Morale (All Attributes +10%), Duration: Until School Starts]

Luo Wei's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"What's wrong, darling?" Mrs. Molly asked with concern, having just scooped a large beef pie onto his plate. "Don't you like it? Or is it not to your liking?"

"No, madam," Rowe sniffed, "this is too much. In the wilderness, a ranger can only gnaw on lumbas that are as hard as rocks and drink icy stream water. To see such vibrant food again is the greatest reward for a ranger."

Mrs. Molly's heart melted instantly. Looking at this somewhat strange but very polite child, she was overcome with maternal instincts.

"Oh, poor child." With tears in her eyes, she added three more potatoes and a spoonful of gravy to Rowe's plate. "You must have suffered a lot in that orphanage. Eat well, child, make yourself at home. You can come for Christmas if you'd like."

[System notification: You have gained the "protection of the mistress"]

[Effect: Within the Burrow's area, hunger decreases at half the rate, and mood is locked at "Happy". Mrs. Weasley's affection level increases to "Family".]

Arthur Weasley sat at the other end of the table, eagerly asking Harry about the purpose of the "rubber duck."

"What exactly is that thing for? Is it to make the water taste better?"

Ginny, blushing, sat furthest from Harry, glancing at him every now and then, before accidentally knocking over the butter dish, causing a flurry of activity.

……

Night falls, and the stars twinkle.

Rowe, Harry, and Ron lay on the grass in the orchard, feeling the cool evening breeze and listening to the rustling of goblins outside the fence in the distance.

"School's about to start." Ron yawned, patting his round belly. "I wish summer vacation could last forever. I miss my bed, but I don't want to see Snape."

"Me too," Harry said softly. This was the happiest summer he had ever had. There was no Dursleys' coldness, no oppressive atmosphere, only friends, Quidditch, and warmth.

Lo Wei didn't speak. He put his hands behind his head, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and gazed at the starry sky.

From the system's perspective, the starry sky is not randomly arranged.

[Astrological Interpretation: A Red Star Shines in the East]

[Omen: The shadows are awakening. A basilisk crawls through the pipes. Whispers of darkness echo.]

"Enjoy this tranquility, my friends," Rowe suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat ethereal, "but don't forget, the darkness hasn't disappeared. It's just waiting for its time, like winter waiting for autumn to end."

Ron rolled his eyes, breaking the heavy atmosphere: "Please, Rowe, don't say scary things like that right now. Voldemort is gone, Quirrell is dead. We won, remember?"

“Evil never truly disappears, Ron.” Rowe sat up. “It lurks in the shadows, gathering strength. It returns when everyone lowers their guard. That’s the lesson of history, and the law of war.”

He turned his head and looked at Harry.

"But we don't need to be afraid."

Luo Wei stretched out his hand and pointed to the bright moon in the sky.

"As long as what we must protect remains, as long as the Ring-bearers have not given up hope, the fire of Gondor will never be extinguished. Even when darkness covers the land, starlight will guide us on our way."

Harry looked at Rowe. Although he didn't quite understand what "the fire of Gondor" meant, nor why Rowe always called himself "the Ringbearer," he felt at peace and strength at that moment.

It's as if as long as Luo Wei is around, even if the sky falls, there's a tall guy to hold it up.

"You're right, Rowe," Harry said, sitting up earnestly. "We'll be ready. No matter what."

Lowe nodded with satisfaction; this pre-battle rally made him feel good. Then, he eagerly took a bite of the beef pie in his hand and finished it in a few bites.

[System Settlement]

[Chapter Quest Completed: The Fireworks of a Humble Abode]

[Reward: Constitution +1 (Permanent bonus due to excessive intake of high-calorie food)]

Current status: I'm stuffed.

[Debuff: Agility -2, Movement Speed ​​-10%, lasts 2 hours]

"Ouch..." Rowe suddenly clutched his stomach and lay back down on the grass, letting out a groan. "I think I ate too much. If the orcs attack now, I might not even be able to draw my sword and will just become a human punching bag."

"It's okay." Ron patted him on the shoulder with a grin. "I'll smash them to death with Mom's meat patties. Trust me, they get as hard as rocks when they're cold, and they're better than your frying pan."

The three boys were laughing together under the starry sky.