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

Rowe swaggered ahead. His current body was that of a burly Slytherin upperclassman, which gave him a sense of urgency as he walked, as if each step would leave a dent in the floor.

"Stop looking around, rookies," he growled in a low, gruff voice to Harry (Goyle) and Ron (Crawb) behind him. "We need to act like the masters of this place, like orcs patrolling their barracks."

Harry and Ron nodded awkwardly, trying to imitate Goyle and Crabbe's ape-like gait.

"Over there!" Harry pointed to a corner of the room.

The Slytherin common room was less a place to rest and more an underground palace. Green light shone from round bulbs, casting an eerie, ghostly glow over everything. Tapestries depicting famous Slytherin dark wizards hung on the walls, and green flames crackled in the fireplace.

Draco Malfoy lay languidly in a black velvet high-backed chair, like a little tyrant sitting on a throne. He held a newspaper in his hand, surrounded by several obsequious Slytherin students.

"Come with me. Stay fierce." Rowe strode over.

Malfoy looked up and saw three big men walking over. He didn't show any surprise, but rather an arrogant expression.

"What are you doing there, Crabbe, Goyle?" Malfoy said lazily, his gaze finally settling on Rowe, his brow furrowing. "Who are you? Didn't Berthard come?"

Harry and Ron froze, tense.

Luo Wei remained completely calm.

Lowe looked down at Malfoy and said in a gruff, arrogant voice with a heavy nasal tone, "Millison has diarrhea, like a troll with an upset stomach. I'm Pike. I thought I'd come and see if there's anything to amuse you with."

"Pyke?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow, clearly searching his memory bank. "Never heard of him. But whatever, since you're from Slytherin, sit down. This place is full of idiots and morons anyway."

Rowe plopped down on the leather sofa opposite Malfoy. He slammed the frying pan he was carrying heavily onto the marble coffee table, making a deafening "clang!"

The surrounding students were startled, and Malfoy nearly jumped out of his chair: "What are you doing with a pot? Are you planning to brew potions here?"

"This is my shield," Rowe said menacingly. He grabbed a green apple from the table, took a bite, peel and core included. "It's also my livelihood. Is there a problem?"

[Skill Activation: Savage Intimidation]

[Test result: Successful. Malfoy was stunned by the raw, violent aesthetics.]

"No problem." Malfoy shrugged, seemingly accepting the situation—in Slytherin, strength and eccentricities were often equated. He tossed the Daily Prophet in front of Rowe. "Look at this, it's ridiculous. The Weasleys, those penniless bastards, are in the paper again."

Ron (Crawb) clenched his fist instantly.

Rowe kicked Ron under the table, then picked up the newspaper and glanced at it casually.

[Item Acquired: Enemy Battle Report]

[Content Analysis: Arthur Weasley Fined for Misuse of Muggle Articles]

[Intelligence Analysis: Propaganda Attacks/Political Persecution Targeting Allies of the Order of the Phoenix]

"Truly laughable." Rowe scoffed, crumpling the newspaper into a ball and tossing it into the fireplace. The paper turned to ash in the green flames. "This kind of trash is only fit for fuel. The Weasleys? They're not even a disgrace to purebloods."

Malfoy laughed, clearly pleased with the new "Pike." The big man's values ​​were perfectly suited to his taste.

"You know, some idiots actually think Potter is the heir to Slytherin," Malfoy said sarcastically, a knowing smug look on his face. "Potter? That Saint Potter? He can't even cast a decent spell; he probably needs a month to learn even the Disarm Charm."

Harry (Goyle) struggled to control his facial expression, trying to look like an idiot: "Then...do you know who it is?"

"If only I knew!" Malfoy said impatiently, clearly having been asked this question countless times. "My father wouldn't tell me either. He only said it happened fifty years ago, when a Mudblood died. If I knew who it was, I'd shine his shoes."

[Key intelligence unlocked: The victim from 50 years ago]

Task progress: 50%

[Clues: 50 years ago -> Locked room unlocked -> Death -> Hagrid? (To be verified)]

"Good riddance." Malfoy laughed maliciously. "Hopefully, it will be the same this time. If I had to choose, I'd want Granger next to die. That disgusting little mudblood."

Ron jumped to his feet, his face flushed, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. His sanity had clearly dropped to zero.

"What's wrong, Crabbe?" Malfoy looked at him strangely. "You look like you've swallowed a toad."

"I...I have a stomachache," Ron managed to say.

"To the school hospital." Malfoy waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly. "What a waste. He's eaten too much and gotten himself sick, hasn't he? Speaking of Granger, that Mudblood, she's been missing lately. I bet she's hiding away crying, or maybe she's already been eaten by a monster..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Wei knew he could no longer tolerate it.

Although he is an infiltrator and a disguised orc, he is first and foremost Rowe Baggins, a friend of Hermione Granger.

He "stood up to get more apples," but as he passed Malfoy, his foot "accidentally" tripped over the Persian carpet.

[Tactical maneuver: Using momentum to fall]

[Physics engine calculations: Gravitational acceleration + body weight bonus + elbow strike correction]

His massive, muscular body, like a collapsing Isengard Tower, hurtled toward Malfoy with unstoppable force.

As he fell, his right elbow, aided by the force of gravity, struck Malfoy's left ribs with remarkable precision and seemingly unintentionally.

Man, what can I say! Mamba Out!

"Awooo—!!!"

Malfoy let out a pig-like scream, his whole body instantly curled up like a shrimp, his face as white as paper, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Ouch!" Lowe crashed heavily onto Malfoy (causing secondary crushing damage), then clumsily got up, looking innocently at Malfoy who was rolling on the ground in pain.

"Sorry, Draco," Rowe said in his gruff voice, completely unappreciative, with a hint of schadenfreude. "This floor is so slippery. Like it's been coated in slug slime. Are you alright? You don't look very durable."

Malfoy was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only point at Rowe, his fingers trembling and his lips quivering, as if he were about to chant some evil curse, but in the end he could only let out a wail.

"I think he might have broken a rib," Rowe said, turning to the stunned Harry and Ron. "That's what happens when you're physically weak. Back home, a collision like that would be nothing more than a greeting. Looks like Slytherin's training isn't intense enough."

The Slytherin students around were stunned. No one dared to step forward to help Malfoy, because the big guy named "Pyke" looked too ferocious, like a rhinoceros out of control.

[Battle Results: Physical Critical Hit]

[Injuries caused: minor rib fracture + severe psychological trauma]

[Comment: This is what you call an "accident." A perfect accident.]

Just then, Harry suddenly grabbed Rowe's arm.

"Your hair?" Harry pointed to Rowe's forehead.

Luo Wei glanced at the silver plate on the coffee table. His short, originally black hair was turning back into brown curls at a visible speed, and his originally fierce facial features were also distorting and reorganizing.

[Warning: The disguise is about to fail]

[Genetic stability: Collapse]

[Remaining Time: 0:30]

"Damn it," Rowe cursed, "This potion is defective! It must have been spiked with expired leeches! This damn goblin technology!"

"We have to go!" Ron shouted, feeling his shoes getting tighter.

"Wait, my pan!" Luo Wei grabbed the frying pan from the table; it was his signature weapon.

Ignoring Malfoy, who was still groaning on the ground, the three rushed out of the Slytherin common room like rabbits being chased by dire wolves.

They ran wildly down the corridor, feeling their bodies gradually revert to their original form as they ran. The excruciating pain of their shrinking bones nearly made them fall, and their skin felt like it was on fire.

"Pure-blood!" Harry shouted at the stone wall, his voice now his own.

Finally, when they rushed into the girls' restroom on the second floor, panting, the transformation was completely over.

Rowe slumped down by the sink, looking at his emaciated reflection in the mirror, then at Harry and Ron beside him, who had returned to normal. Though disheveled, their eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Information obtained." Rowe wiped the sweat from his brow. "It's not much, but at least we've cleared him of suspicion. Malfoy isn't the heir. He's just a clueless idiot."

"And you broke his ribs." Ron grinned, a silly grin. "That was so cool. I heard the bones breaking. That was the best Christmas music."

"That was an accident," Rowe said seriously, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. "The battlefield is always full of surprises. Maybe he should drink more milk."

Just then, the door to the innermost cubicle creaked open.

"Hermione?" Harry called tentatively, his voice filled with worry.

Myrtle floated over, letting out a piercing, shrill laugh: "Oh, just you wait! This is truly terrifying! You'd never guess!"

Hermione came out.

Or rather, a creature with cat ears and a cat tail emerged. She covered her face with her robe and let out a desperate, trembling sob.

Luo Wei was stunned.

In the system's view, Hermione's name turned into the purple color of a rare elite monster.

Special race detected: Cat People/Skin Changers

[Status: Wild Reversion/Genetic Pollution]

[Attribute Changes: Agility +5, Perception +3, Charisma...? ? ?]

[Comment: ...Isn't this kind of cute? I mean, if you ignore her almost crying expression.]

"I knew it..." Hermione cried, "That's not Milison's hair...that's her cat's fur! Compound Soup can't be used on shapeshifters!"

Looking at those furry ears, Luo Wei instinctively wanted to reach out and scratch them.

[System notification: Please resist the urge to pet the cat. Now is not the time.]