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

Chapter 87 The Fiery Chariot, the True Name of the Ancient Dragon!

The darkness deep in the forest was forcibly torn apart by two blinding beams of light, and accompanied by the frantic roar of the engine, the Ford Anglia crashed down from mid-air in a manner completely defying the laws of physics.

"Bang!"

The earth trembled, and before several giant eight-eyed spiders could react, they were crushed into a pulp by the steel behemoth that fell from the sky, green juice splattering everywhere.

[Friendly Units Join the Battle: Heavy Tanks]

[Faction: Chaotic Neutral -> Chaotic Good]

[Driving Mode: Rampage]

[Note: This is a steel mount with a wild heart! It is a divine steed of the Rohan Plains!]

"Get in! Get in now!" Harry yelled. He yanked open the back door and shoved Ron, who was still in a daze and practically paralyzed with fear, inside. Toothpick had already scurried into the front seat, whimpering and curling into a trembling ball of fur, trying to hide under the seat.

Instead of getting into the car, Lowe, like a nimble elf ranger, leaped directly onto the hood and settled steadily on the roof.

"Love! What are you doing? Come in! You'll fall!" Harry screamed in terror, reaching out to grab his ankle.

"Someone has to cover the rear!" Lowe's voice was half-drunk by the roar of the engine. He gripped the roof rack tightly with one hand and pulled out all the remaining Molotov cocktails from his pocket with the other—his last ammunition.

"Besides, this is a rare open-air view! If we're going to die, we'll die like warriors!" Rowe laughed wildly, the wind tossing his black hair. "Drive, riders of Rohan! Take us out of this shadow!"

For King Theodon!

The car, now possessing its own consciousness, clearly understood Rowe's commands, or perhaps it was infected by this frenzied emotion. It roared like a wild beast, its four wheels suddenly spinning in the air, kicking up large amounts of mud and dead leaves, before shooting off like an arrow, leaving a trail of foul stench.

"Click-clack-click-clack—"

From the darkness behind them, countless eight-eyed giant spiders surged forward like a black tide. They leaped between the tree trunks with astonishing speed.

[Pursuit Begins]

Current speed: 60 MPH (still increasing)

Enemy speed: 55 MPH (utilizing terrain advantage)

Road conditions: Extremely poor (full of tree roots, potholes, and magical traps)

Ron Weasley's driving test: A resounding success (With the fear buff, his driving skills surpassed human limits)

"They're catching up!" Ron frantically swerved the steering wheel to avoid the massive tree roots, glancing back desperately. "There are too many! This is impossible! We can't escape!"

"Don't look back! Watch the road! Sam, watch the road!" Rowe yelled from the roof of the car. "As long as the wheels are turning, hope remains!"

A huge spider swooped down from a branch on the side, its target Ron in the driver's seat.

The massive claws gleamed coldly in the moonlight, only inches from Ron's neck.

"Go back inside! You giant cockroach!"

"when!"

The frying pan in Rowe's hand arced through the air. The spider was slammed into its face, the immense impact sending it plummeting from mid-air with a scream before being mercilessly crushed by the rear wheels of the flying car, producing a sickeningly loud cracking sound.

"Well done!" Harry shouted as he held his wand, trying to scare away the spider that was approaching the window with a weak Stunning Charm, but the spells only sent sparks flying as they hit the spider's hard shell.

"Save your magic, Harry! Put your wand away!" Rowe pulled a lighter from his pocket. "Magic is too slow against hordes of orcs! We need weapons of mass destruction! This is a victory for alchemy!"

"Taste Saruman's gunpowder! It is the wrath of the Industrial Revolution!"

Lowe threw the Molotov cocktail backward with all his might. The bottle traced an arc in the air and landed where the spiders were most concentrated.

"boom!"

The glass bottle shattered, and flames instantly engulfed everything around it. The violent explosion and towering flames caused a momentary commotion among the pursuing spider swarm. They were creatures of darkness; they feared fire, feared this attack that felt like heavenly fire. Piercing hissing filled the air, and the smell of burning coals permeated the atmosphere.

"Speed ​​up! Ron! Faster!" Rowe pounded on the roof of the car, feeling the vibrations beneath his feet. "Don't let the engine stop! Charge! Crash it!"

The flying car seemed to be infected by the passionate battle, and it let out an even louder roar, smashing a small tree blocking its way and speeding wildly along the rugged forest path.

This was absolutely the craziest car chase in the history of Hogwarts. They smashed through bushes, ran over unknown magical plants, and leaped more than ten meters across a low-lying area. The moonlight illuminated the car paint...

In an instant, it was no longer a dilapidated Ford, but a winged eagle.

Ron retched as he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, driving purely on instinct. His eyes were fixed on the faint light ahead.

Finally, the trees ahead began to thin out, and the suffocating stench gradually dissipated. The moonlight, no longer blocked by the dense canopy, spilled across the grass ahead in large swaths, like a silver ocean.

"We're going to break out!" Harry shouted excitedly.

With one last violent jolt, the flying car veered off the edge of the Forbidden Forest and crashed heavily into the pumpkin patch in front of Hagrid's hut, like an out-of-control meteorite.

"Bang! Splat!"

Several giant pumpkins were smashed to pieces, juice splattering everywhere. Dirt flew everywhere, and the car slid for more than ten meters on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Its engine let out a final, weary sigh, belching out a puff of white smoke, and then the doors sprang open, spitting out Harry, Ron, and Toothpaste.

Only Luo Wei jumped off the roof of the car himself. Although his robe was torn by tree branches and his face was covered in soot, he landed with a certain elegance. He straightened his collar and gave a solemn chest-touching salute to the muddy and scratched car, the highest respect for his comrade.

Farewell, valiant steed.

"Your heroic figure will be remembered in the legends of Middle-earth. Even Gandalf's Shadow Swift will pale in comparison."

The flying car flashed its lights, as if in response, or perhaps as a farewell. Then it turned around and sped back into the dark, forbidden forest, disappearing from sight. It had chosen to return to its wild nature, to choose freedom.

"Ugh!" Ron lay on the ground and finally couldn't hold it in anymore, vomiting up his dinner completely.

Harry lay on the damp grass, panting heavily, looking at the bright starry sky above. The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal made him not want to move a single finger.

Just then, the settlement interface popped up on Luo Wei's retina, with golden text shining in the night sky.

[Mission Complete: Escape the Dark Forest]

[Achievements Unlocked: Spider Buster/Speedster/Survivor]

[Rating: S-rank. You fought your way through countless venomous creatures, your courage and firepower making the dark creatures tremble. This was a textbook evacuation operation.]

[Reward Settlement:]

Agility +2 (Reaction speed honed through repeated near-death experiences)

[Reputation +50 (The spiders will sing the praises of the demon wielding the frying pan)]

[Key Clue Obtained: [Ancient Horror = Spider's Natural Enemy]]

"The spider's natural enemy—" Harry sat up, his glasses askew, but he didn't bother to straighten them, just muttering to himself, "Aragok said that monster was a fear they dared not look at directly. It didn't even dare to utter the name."

He suddenly turned to Luo Wei, his eyes becoming unusually serious, a maturity born from having faced life-or-death trials: "Luo Wei, what exactly do you mean by those... 'underground demonic insects' and 'wingless dragons' you've been talking about? I mean, what exactly are they?"

Rowe looked at Harry, as if assessing the resolve of this shaman.

"It's a logic puzzle, Harry." Rowe held up a finger. "First, it's an ancient, terrifying creature. Second, spiders fear it, they don't even dare to utter its name. Third, the petrified people... I think you remember the mirror Hermione had, and Colin Creevey's camera."

"I dare not look directly at it, it's highly venomous, and it's the natural enemy of spiders—" Lowe whispered, "In ancient legends, only one creature fits all these characteristics. It is the king of snakes, the nightmare of all reptiles."

"I think the answer is already obvious."

"Basilisk"

"Basilisk."

Harry and Rowe said the word almost at the same time.

Ron gasped, his face even paler than when he was carsick: "But... how could something like that be in the castle? It's so big... and if it's a basilisk, staring into its eyes would kill you! But nobody died, everyone was just petrified!"

"This is the last puzzle we need to solve," Rowe interrupted Ron's questioning. "What if it's indirect contact? A mirror reflection? A camera lens? Or a reflection on the water's surface?"

Lovi turned around and looked at the castle in the distance.

"We need to go to the library."

"Now that we know the enemy's true name, the next step is to find the weapon to kill it. Just as Bard needed the Black Arrow to kill Smaug, we need to find the Basilisk's weakness."

"If my guess is correct, Hermione has found the answer!"