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

Chapter 79 The Nine Commandments for Humanity, The Passing of the Commandments!

That evening, the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room crackled.

Harry sat in an armchair in the corner, holding T.M. Riddle's diary. He had been in that position for two whole hours, not even hearing Hermione call him to review his Potions paper.

Rowe sat on the sofa opposite him, his quill pen hovering in mid-air, his self-glow shining through the parchment, staring at Harry.

[Target: Harry Potter (The Ringbearer)]

[Status: Mild mental pollution]

[Current Action: Establishing a Connection with the Whispers of Darkness]

[Warning: The target's willpower is being slowly eroded; sanity is decreasing at a rate of 0.1/min]

"Something's not right," Rowe thought to himself. "This isn't just an ordinary dark magic item. It's corroding way too fast, like a plague."

In Rowe's system vision, the diary was emitting a visible black mist. The mist resembled tiny tentacles, winding around Harry's wrists and even trying to slip into his sleeves, spreading towards his heart.

"Harry," Rowe suddenly spoke.

Harry jolted awake as if from a dream. He quickly slammed the diary shut, his movements abrupt and somewhat unnatural, even panicked.

A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, a look that reminded Rowe of Frodo after being stabbed by the Ringwraiths on Windrise.

"What's wrong, Luo Wei?"

"Give it to me." Rowe held out his hand, his tone firm. "I need to examine it again. I want to confirm its origin; perhaps some kind of tracking spell remains on it."

"No need." Harry instinctively pulled the diary closer to his chest. "It's blank, Rowe. I checked it, there's nothing there. I've already erased it with the visible eraser."

"Since it's blank, why did you stare at it for two hours?"

"What are you expecting? Are you expecting it to suddenly display a message telling you where the entrance to the secret room is?"

"Maybe it really does know!" Harry's voice suddenly rose an octave, drawing the attention of several students playing wizard chess nearby. "It's from fifty years ago! Riddle must know something! He was a witness to that era!"

Luo Wei's heart sank.

[System Judgment]

[Item Name: One of the Nine Commandments for Humanity]

[Characteristic: Promises power and knowledge in exchange for the enslavement of the soul]

[Side effect: Long-term possession will cause the holder to transform into a "Wraith"]

"This is not the One Ring."

"The One Ring grants invisibility and instills an insatiable thirst for power. But this notebook offers knowledge and secrets—a far more insidious lure. It's a trap set for those who yearn to prove themselves, solve problems, and become heroes. It promises to make you a great leader, but ultimately turns you into a puppet of darkness."

Rowe felt a chill. Even Harry, the savior certified by the system as the "chosen one" with natural resistance to dark magic (protagonist aura), began to show this defensiveness and dependence after only a few hours of contact with this thing.

“Harry, listen to me,” Rowe said gently. “That thing is exploiting your desires. You want to seize the heir to Slytherin, you want to prove you’re not a bad person, that’s fine. But don’t let it become your master. Remember Gandalf’s words: Don’t use magical items you don’t understand.”

Harry seemed to struggle for a moment, the fanaticism in his eyes fading slightly: "I know, Rowe. I just... I feel like it's trying to tell me something. Like... like it's alive. I can feel its breath."

"It is certainly alive," Rowe whispered. "It is part of Sauron. It is living malice."

Just then, Ron walked over, holding a half-eaten meat pie. He plopped down in the armchair next to Harry.

"What are you talking about? That lousy diary?" Ron glanced at what Harry was holding and muttered, "If you ask me, just throw it away. Or give it to Hermione; she likes to read. I just saw Fred and George trying to turn a salamander into a canary, and it exploded."

As Rowe looked at Ron, a sudden thought flashed through his mind.

[Memory Retrospection]

[Clues pieced together: red hair, pale face, black old book, aversion to the Stone of Hope]

Ginny Weasley sat at the Gryffindor table, her face ashen, clutching a black book tightly in her hand as if it were her entire life. She would frightenly hide the book when someone approached.

Also in the corridor, when Rowe tried to give her the "Stone of Hope," she screamed as if she had been burned and threw the stone away, her eyes filled with fear.

"Damn it..." Rowe jumped to his feet. "I'm such a blind man! I should have known! It was practically written all over his face!"

"What's wrong?" Ron was startled, dropping the meat pie in his hand. "You look like you've seen a Dementor."

Ignoring his surprise, Rowe walked over and gripped Ron's shoulders tightly, his eyes burning: "Ron, think carefully. In the past few months since school started, have you seen Ginny with this notebook?"

"Ginny?" Ron paused, blinking as if trying to remember. "Uh... I'm not sure. She always had a bunch of books with her, you know, freshmen are always stressed, and she also had to keep a diary..."

"Black. The cover's tattered and torn." Rowe spoke quickly and urgently, "Just like the one Harry has. Think carefully! At Flourish and Blotts, or at home!"

Ron frowned, lost in thought. Suddenly, his face changed, turning as pale as Ginny's had been.

“I remember now…” Ron’s voice trembled slightly. “At Flourish and Blotts… her cauldron was a mess back then. Later on the train, she was writing something. And… yes, I saw her a few times with a black notebook, but I thought it was some kind of ‘Charms Beginner’s Guide’ or something ordered by owl… or maybe a girl’s secret diary…”

Ron jerked his head to the diary in Harry's hand: "You mean...this is Ginny's? But why would she throw it in the toilet?"

“Because she was resisting.” Rowe took a deep breath, his tone tinged with barely concealed admiration. “She was controlled by it, Ron. This ring was corrupting her soul, trying to turn her into the ninth Ringwraith. But she… that little girl of only eleven, she accomplished what many adult wizards, even the powerful Númenor, could not.”

"She threw it away." Harry looked at the diary in his hand, his eyes becoming complicated. "She got rid of it."

"Yes." Rowe nodded. "Although I don't know the price she paid—perhaps a mental breakdown, perhaps haunted by nightmares—she severed her connection with the Dark Lord through sheer willpower. Your sister is a hero, Ron. She possessed courage comparable to Éowyn. She faced the darkness alone and survived."

Ron's mouth dropped open, seemingly unable to process the information: "Then...then I'll go ask her right now! I need to get to the bottom of this! If that thing hurt her..."

"Don't go!" Rowe grabbed Ron, who was trying to jump up, with surprising strength. "Don't go!"

"Why? That's my sister! I have the right to know!"

"Precisely because she's your sister," Rowe said seriously. "Imagine if you'd just gotten rid of a demon talking in your head, would you want anyone to know? She's probably in a state of extreme fear and self-doubt right now. If you just barged in and asked her if you were possessed by the Dark Lord," she'd break down. It would completely shatter her psychological defenses."

"So what should we do? Pretend we don't know? Let her suffer alone?"

"We need a gentler approach. We need a healer." Lowe turned around and looked at Hermione, who had just entered the lounge carrying a stack of books and still looked a bit like a cat.

"Hermione," Rowe waved.

"What's wrong?" Hermione put down her book and walked over, puzzled. "Why do you three look so serious? Did Harry break the rules again? Or did Ron break his wand again?"

"No, this time it's about rescue." Rowe pointed in the direction of the girls' dormitory. "We need you to go and talk to Ginny. Just talk about life, classes, or Harry (if you think it's helpful). Check on her condition. You're a girl, and you're observant."

"Ginny?" Hermione was a little surprised. "She's definitely not looking well lately...she's always avoiding people, and she looks terrible. You suspect..."

"Don't ask. Go and comfort her." Rowe interrupted her. "You are our best diplomat in Rivendell, you are Princess Arwen. Only you can put her at ease. Tell her everything will be alright, tell her we are all here for her."

Hermione looked at Lowe's serious expression, and although she didn't fully understand, she nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a try. I'll bring some chocolate."

Watching Hermione walk towards the girls' dormitory, Rowe turned back and looked at the diary in Harry's hand again.

"As for you, Harry," Rowe said in a low, almost judgmental voice, "since Ginny threw this thing away, it means it was eager to find a new host. And now, it has found a more delicious, more powerful target."

"Me?" Harry pointed to himself and gave a wry smile.

"Yes, the chosen one." Rowe patted Harry on the shoulder. "This battle of wills has only just begun. Remember, whatever it promises you—power, knowledge, or the resurrection of the dead—it's all a lie. It's a creation of the father of lies."

[System Notification: A branching storyline has appeared]

[Current Node: Handover of Ordination]

[Former Master: Ginny Weasley (Successful Willpower Check/Forced Escape/Mental Trauma)]

[New Main Character: Harry Potter (Willpower check in progress/Darkness resistance activated/Protagonist aura protection)]