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

The Quidditch pitch was in complete chaos.

"Immediately! Right now! Get him to the university hospital!" Madam Pomfrey roared, conjuring a stretcher with her wand. "And you, Professor Lockhart, if you dare come any closer to my patient, I'll pour this vial of Bone-Generating Elixir down your nose!"

Lockhart slunk into the crowd, muttering strange things like "they don't know how to appreciate things."

Harry was lifted onto a stretcher, his face contorted in pain. Rowe stayed close beside the stretcher, his wand still gripped tightly in his hand.

"I have to go with him," Rowe said to Professor McGonagall, who was trying to stop him. "The Fellowship of the Ring can't be separated. Especially not in this..."

He pointed to Harry's limp arm, "...after this obvious attack of dark magic."

"Baggins, Harry needs rest, and you're not injured." Professor McGonagall was very stern, looking at Ron and Hermione, who were also eager to follow. "Go back to the common room; it's safer there. Ron and Hermione, you two need to go back too!"

No injuries?

Luo Wei's mind raced. A system notification popped up in front of him:

[WARNING: Key NPC (Harry) is about to enter a high-risk area (unprepared)]

[Recommendation: Maintain close-range protection]

Rowe's mind raced. If Harry was sent back to the Hufflepuff common room, he would have to face Gollum (Dobby) lurking in the shadows all night.

Therefore, Luo Wei made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.

"Ugh..." Luo Wei suddenly clutched his chest, letting out a painful groan, "Ah! My... I can't concentrate..."

He swayed twice, narrowly avoiding a mud puddle in the process, and then fell down next to Harry's stretcher.

"Love?!" Susan screamed in terror.

"I...I felt it..." Lowe weakly pointed to the sky, his eyes unfocused (acting superb), "The aftershocks of dark power. Lockhart's spell just now, it not only melted my bones, it also breached my willpower...I need long-term...bedside observation..."

After saying that, he tilted his head to the side, stuck out half of his tongue, and began to pretend to faint.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Mrs. Pomfrey: "..."

Although everyone could see that his acting was so bad it resembled that of a troll who hadn't even graduated yet, Mrs. Pomfrey still sighed, given Lowe's earlier display of intent to fight Lockhart to the death.

"Let's take him with us," she said helplessly. "At least he won't blow up Lockhart's office there."

...

A few hours later.

The school hospital was quiet and peaceful late at night, with only the tireless sound of rain outside the window.

Harry lay in his hospital bed, the pain from growing bones excruciating, but he still managed to close his eyes in a daze. He was so tired!

Lying on the hospital bed next to him was another important person. It was Luo Wei.

Lowe pretended to close his eyes and rest, but in reality he wasn't wearing any pajamas.

"I must remain vigilant at all times," Rowe told himself. "The hospital is the weakest link in the defense. That wandering ball is just the forward; the enemy's assassin could finish him off at any moment."

Time passed by, second by second.

Suddenly, Luo Wei's eyelid twitched.

[Warning: Spatial fluctuations detected]

[Enemy units approaching]

Harry woke up groggily. In the darkness, he saw a pair of bloodshot green eyes staring at him.

"Harry Potter..." a high-pitched voice rang out.

Through Rowe's system filter, the small creature standing beside Harry's bed was a pale, emaciated, and twisted being, wearing only a tattered loincloth. Its eyes held a mixture of madness and adoration, much like that pitiful creature tormented by the Ring for five hundred years.

[Target Recognition: Smigor/Gulu]

[Status: Schizophrenia/Extremely Dangerous]

Threat Level: Yellow (Unpredictable)

"Dobby?" Harry sat up in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Harry Potter has to go home!" Dobby screamed, tugging hard at his big ears. "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter! Dobby shut the platform wall! Dobby sent the Bludger after Harry Potter..."

"What?!" Harry sat bolt upright, furious. "It was you? You almost killed me!"

"Dobby just wants you to get hurt, seriously hurt, so you'll have to go home!" Dobby banged his head against the edge of the bed in pain. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Luo Wei squinted, but could see it clearly.

"He's really gone mad," Rowe thought. "His logic has become utterly chaotic after being corrupted by dark forces. To 'protect' the Ringbearer, he's willing to break his hand. This is practically a carbon copy of Gollum in Emminmoor. If I were to protect the Ringbearer, would I break Harry's legs to stop him from running around?!"

Dobby continued, "Harry Potter is too precious, too important... Darkness is approaching, history is about to repeat itself..."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter has to go!" Dobby suddenly reached out to Harry, seemingly trying to forcibly pull him off the bed. "Now! He can't stay here!"

"For Ciel!!!"

On the hospital bed next to him, Lowe jumped up. His wand shot out like a dagger, aimed straight at Dobby's throat.

"Stay away from the ordained! You two-faced thief!" Rowe roared. "I knew you were following us! From King's Cross station!"

Dobby was terrified. He stared wide-eyed at the person who had suddenly appeared, jumped in fright, and screamed.

"Gotcha!" Rowe pounced on him, trying to subdue "Gulu" with grappling techniques.

But the moment his finger touched it, Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang was heard in the air.

Luo Wei missed his target and flew through the air due to inertia, crashing into the hospital room door that had just been pushed open.

"Ouch!"

Lowe rubbed his shoulder and got up, only to find Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing outside the door. They were using a levitation charm to lift something as stiff as a statue.

It's Colin Crevey.

The Gryffindor freshman who always carried a camera was now frozen in a pose with his camera raised, his face contorted with extreme terror.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall looked at Rowe in surprise, who was dressed in pajamas, wand in hand, and in a fighting stance. "Borgins? What are you doing on the ground?"

"I...I was on night patrol, Professor." Lowe quickly composed himself, his gaze falling on Colin, his pupils instantly contracting. "Wait, it's him again?!"

He didn't bother to explain why he was rolling on the ground. He rushed to Colin and looked at that familiar posture.

"Didn't I warn him?!" Rowe scratched his head in frustration. "Just two weeks ago! I told him that during this special time, carrying a camera would make him a prime target for dark creatures! Because lens reflections attract monsters! Did this kid just ignore my tactical warning?"