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

"Demonstration complete! Now I'll divide you into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me..."

The hall immediately descended into chaos.

Rowe was assigned to sit opposite a burly Slytherin student. The guy looked at the frying pan in Rowe's hand and gave him a mocking smile.

"A duel with kitchen utensils? Hufflepuffs are all useless idiots." The Slytherin student raised his wand with an arrogant air. "Looks like I'll have to teach you what a wizarding battle is all about. Rictusempra!"

A beam of silver light shot straight towards them.

[WARNING: Detection of mind-interference spells]

[Tactical Analysis: Unidirectional ballistics, lack of variation, and overly obvious casting animation]

[Countermeasure: Minas Tirith's Shield Wall Tactics]

With a flick of his left wrist, Luo Wei raised the frying pan like a steel shield in front of him, while simultaneously stepping back with his right foot, lowering his center of gravity like an ancient tree rooted to the earth.

when!

The silver light struck the bottom of the pot, which had been carefully polished by Rowe and coated with anti-magic grease, and bounced directly towards the ceiling, leaving a scorch mark on the gilded chandelier.

"What?!" The Slytherin student was stunned.

"The first rule of the battlefield: Learn to raise your shield before you chant a spell."

The next second, he thrust his wand forward with a sudden thrust.

"Fluorescent lights!"

A blinding burst of light exploded at the tip of the wand.

The Slytherin student instinctively closed his eyes and screamed, tears streaming down his face.

In that brief moment of blindness, Lo Wei, like a charging knight-errant, traversed the distance between the two in two steps, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"Staff Sword Technique - Strike!"

Rowe swung his frying pan at an extremely tricky angle, slapping it against the wrist of the other man who was holding the wand.

"Ah!" the Slytherin student cried out in pain as his wand flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Rowe pressed down with his right hand wand, the tip of the wand stopping steadily in front of the other's throat, only one centimeter away from the skin.

[Battle Ended]

Time taken: 2.5 seconds

[Comment: That's right, fight like a true Maiar. Spells are for clearing paths, steel is for endings.]

The Slytherin student stared palely at the wand tip so close to his face, cold sweat pouring down his back, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Once your wrist is crippled, you can't wield a wand. No matter how many advanced spells you know, at that moment you're just a lamb to the slaughter." Rowe retrieved his wand and frying pan with fluid movements. "Remember, a wizard shouldn't just be a turret standing still."

By this time, chaos had erupted all around. Green smoke filled the air, people were screaming, dancing, and others were trying to turn their companions, who had been turned into rats, back to normal.

Rowe quickly looked around, searching for Harry. Protecting the Ringbearers was his primary task in this chaotic battlefield.

He saw Harry and Malfoy standing in the center of the stage, and the surrounding crowd automatically made way for them.

"Since we're already dueling," Malfoy said, panting heavily, clearly having lost out in the previous practice, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger, "then let's see this!"

He raised his wand, his eyes filled with malice, and shouted, "Serpensortia!"

With a loud bang, a long black snake shot out from the tip of his wand, landed heavily on the floor between the two of them, then raised its head, flicked its tongue, and prepared to attack.

Luo Wei's pupils contracted instantly, and his heart skipped a beat.

In the system's view, the black snake's figure was magnified infinitely; its black scales transformed into hard armor, its faint hissing sound turned into a deafening roar, and its yellow eyes burned with the flames of hell.

【warn!warn! 】

High-risk creature detected: Young Smaug/The Dark Lord's vanguard

[Race: Fallen Dragon]

Threat Level: Red (Extremely Dangerous)

[Description: The dragon is a symbol of emperors!]

"A dragon!" Rowe shouted instinctively, his voice trembling with fear and rage. "It's a descendant of a dragon! Harry! Run! Don't look it in the eyes!"

He tried to rush through, but the crowded, panicked masses blocked his way like a thick human wall.

Snape walked over slowly, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Don't move, Potter, I'll take it away..."

"Let me do it!" Lockhart shouted, trying to regain his lost face, and charged forward. He raised his wand and waved it at the snake, "Alarte Ascendare!"

Bang!

It was tossed into the air and then crashed heavily to the ground. The raging black snake hissed angrily, ignoring Harry, and turned to swim towards the nearest group of people.

Justin Finley stood there, frozen in place, completely terrified.

The black snake raised its head, its fangs gleaming coldly in the candlelight, assuming an attack stance.

"No!" Rowe pushed through the crowd, his frying pan already raised, ready to throw. "Justin! Get down!"

But he was too far away to make it in time.

At that moment, Harry moved.

He took a step forward, bewildered, his eyes becoming empty and lost, and opened his mouth towards the snake.

A strange, chilling hiss came from Harry's mouth. The sound was not human; it was cold and eerie, carrying an ancient and malevolent pressure.

But to Rowe, it wasn't a hissing sound at all.

The world seemed to turn gray and white at that moment, all the surrounding noise disappeared, and only that voice echoed in my mind.

Those were whispers from the depths of Mordor, dark incantations etched on the inside of the One Ring, forbidden words chanted by Sauron as he forged the Ring at Mount Doom.

Dark language detected

[Translation: Ash nazg durbatulûk... (One Ring rules over all...)]

[Translation: Ash nazg gimbatul... (A Lord of the Rings seeks out the people...)]

The once ferocious black snake seemed to have heard its master's command, instantly becoming docile, coiling on the ground, and ceasing its attack on Justin.

But in Luo Wei's eyes, this was ten thousand times more terrifying than an attack.

This means that Harry is already using the power of the Ring. He is communicating with the darkness and even commanding dark creatures.

Luo Wei's heart sank to the bottom, and the frying pan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

The students around Harry stared in horror, as if he were a monster. Justin, his face turning pale, turned and ran out of the hall.

Harry looked up, his eyes regaining their clarity, and stared blankly at Justin's retreating figure: "What's wrong with it?"

Luo Wei stood in the crowd, feeling a chill run through his body.

Harry is currently shrouded in a thick black mist in the system's view, and the mist has formed the shape of a huge, burning eye.

[Warning: The sanity of the person practicing the precepts is decreasing]

Current Status: Corrupted by Darkness

[Prophecy: If left unchecked, he will become the new King of the Ringwraiths]