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

Chapter 93 If you die, you can use my toilet!

"The elves'...secret language?"

Harry stared at the bronze dragon head; a small snake carved on its side seemed to come alive in the dim light.

He turned to look at Luo Wei and found that the other man had his face pressed against the mirror above the pool, almost flattening his nose, as if searching for something unseen.

"I can't find any trace of Ihirteen." Rowe straightened up in disappointment. "It seems this door is very old; the star and moon gold inscription has worn away, or some ancient dark magic has obscured it. Harry, it's all up to you now."

"I...I'll try." Harry swallowed hard. He tried to ignore the strange words Rowe was using and focused on the small bronze snake. He told himself it was a real snake.

In his field of vision, the bronze snake began to writhe, as if awakening from its metal restraints.

"Open."

The sound Harry made wasn't human speech, but a cold, hoarse hiss. Parsleyan!

[Voice command detected: Mellon (friend) / Edro (open)]

[Voiceprint Verification: Slytherin Successor Sequence]

[System detected: Moria West Gate, open.]

"Boom!"

The once ordinary pool suddenly emitted a dazzling white light. Then, the pool parted like flower petals, revealing a very thick water pipe in the center. The dark opening resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast, waiting to devour any intruders.

[Instance loading: Bridge of Kazardom]

[Warning: Abyssal energy detected. High-energy reaction ahead.]

"My God..." Ron peered into the bottomless black hole, his face turning pale and his legs starting to tremble. "We're going to... jump in? This looks like a direct route to hell."

"This is the only way." Harry's voice trembled, but he gripped his wand tightly. "Ginny is down there. If we don't go down, we'll lose her forever."

"I'm not going!" Lockhart suddenly screamed. He turned sharply, trying to run away. "I don't want to go!"

You can't force a professor... I have the right to refuse! I'm going to file a complaint against you with the Ministry of Education!

"Come back."

With lightning speed, Lowe grabbed Lockhart by the back of his cloak collar like he was catching a chick and pulled him back.

"You are our scout, Grimaldi," Rowe said coldly, dragging him to the edge of the cave. "At this distance, even an orc archer could hit you. If you want to live, prove your worth. Don't forget, Saruman has abandoned you; now only we can save your life."

"No! No! That's a dirty pipe! That's..." Lockhart gripped the cracks in the floorboards so tightly his nails were almost breaking off. "That's a monster's lair! We're going to die!"

"That's the entrance to the underground kingdom, the lost civilization of the dwarves," Rowe interrupted him, his tone tinged with fervor. "And you will have the privilege of being the first witness."

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Lockhart in the butt without hesitation.

"Go! For Middle-earth!"

"Aaaaaaah!"

Lockhart's screams echoed through the pipes, accompanied by the muffled thuds of his body hitting the pipe walls, growing farther and farther away until they became a dull, wet thud, like a bag of potatoes falling into a mud pit.

"Judging from the sound, the drop is about fifty meters." Luo Wei listened carefully and nodded in satisfaction. "The echo is muffled, and there's a cushion at the bottom, so it should be some kind of soft deposit. Or maybe dragon dung. Whatever it is, it seems he's still alive."

Ron's face turned even greener; he looked like he was about to vomit.

"We should go too." Harry took a deep breath, as if he were about to jump into the icy lake.

"etc."

Rowe stopped him. He took out his wand from his pocket and waved it gently.

"Lumos!"

A blinding white light flashed at the tip of the wand, its divine radiance instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness and illuminating the staircase leading to the underground. Lowe raised the wand above his head, as if holding the Light of Elandil.

"Ring-bearers in the middle, Sam at the rear." Rowe readjusted his mithril chainmail, held his frying pan to his chest, and assumed a defensive stance. "Rangers, lead the way. If I encounter Balrogs down there, remember to run fast."

After saying that, he glanced at Peach Blossom Lady, who was still floating around watching the commotion.

"If I die too," Lowe suddenly said to the ghost, his tone solemn, "remember to tell those who come after me: the Bahrain expedition is buried here. We fought to the last moment in the darkness."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Myrtle chuckled, seemingly delighted. "If you die, you can use my toilet. I'd be happy to have company."

Lowe ignored her teasing. He turned around, facing the dark cave entrance that seemed capable of swallowing everything, and took a deep breath.

[Mission Update: Deep Underground]

[Current Objective: Survive and find the core of the secret chamber]

[Recommendation: Do not loosen your grip on the weapon]

"For Rohan! Death!"

With a powerful battle cry, Luo Wei crossed his arms, put his legs together, and jumped into the pipe in a standard tactical slide position.

Darkness instantly engulfed him.

The inside of the pipe was not only black, but also sticky, covered in slimy moss and an unknown liquid. Lowe felt as if he were traversing the intestines of a giant monster. All he could hear was the whooshing wind and Harry's gasps behind him.

Because the pipes were extremely steep and winding, Lowe had to constantly adjust his center of gravity and use a frying pan to rub against the pipe walls to control his speed and prevent himself from becoming an out-of-control cannonball.

[Environmental Scan: Ancient Mine Ventilation Shaft / Dwarf Rapid Transportation System]

Speed: 60km/h

[Warning: Sharp turn ahead]

Finally, the gliding became smoother. Lowe saw a glimmer of light ahead—the faint glow of Lockhart's wand.

"Prepare for landing!"

"puff!"

Lowe flew out of the pipe, did a less-than-elegant somersault in the air, and then landed heavily on a pile of damp, creaking things.

"Click."

That was the sound of bones breaking.

Lowe quickly rolled over and stood up, ignoring the slime on his body. He immediately raised his glowing wand to be alert to his surroundings, and used his frying pan to protect his vitals.

"Security confirmed."

This was a vast underground stone chamber, the floor littered with the skeletons of countless small animals. The air reeked of decay and antiquity. Lockhart huddled in a corner, shivering, covered in dust and some unknown liquid, looking like a homeless man.

Immediately afterwards, Harry and Ron slid out of the tube one after the other, crashing together like two bowling balls, and falling head over heels.

"Where is this place?" Ron got up, disgustedly wiping the slime off his body. Looking at the bones scattered on the ground, his face was pale. "This smells awful...it's like the waste pit at Charlie's dragon farm."

Rowe didn't answer. He crouched down, picked up a small bone, and examined it closely in the light of his wand. It was a bitten-off leg bone, with obvious serrated marks at the break.

[Item Identification: Gnawing Skeleton]

[Source: Rodents/Small mammals/Perhaps even former students]

[Analysis: Predators possess enormous bite force and digestive capabilities.]

[Inference: This is either the Balrog's restaurant or its junkyard.]

"This is the depths of Qazadoom." Rowe stood up, his boots crushing more bones beneath his feet. "These bones... are the remains of adventurers who failed the trials. Or perhaps food for the orcs."

"Don't scare me, Rowe," Ron's voice trembled. "These are just rat bones...right?"

"Maybe," Rowe said noncommittally, "but in the dark, the bones of a rat and a hobbit don't look much different."

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