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

Chapter 95 Deceptive Form, Facing Voldemort!

At the end of the tunnel is a circular stone gate carved with a large, intertwined snake.

"We need Parseltongue, Harry," Rowe said in a low voice, remaining alert. "The password: Open Sesame!"

Harry nodded, hissing softly. The stone door slowly opened.

They entered the secret room.

This was a vast, cavernous room, with towering stone pillars entwined with even more stone snakes, stretching all the way to the dark ceiling. A greenish light shone on the damp floor, making the entire hall feel eerie and sinister.

[Instance loading complete: Isengard Underground Palace.]

[Warning: High concentration of corrupting magic detected.]

"That's..." Harry suddenly gasped.

At the far end of the hall, at the foot of a huge stone statue, lay a small, thin figure. It had fiery red hair.

"Ginny!"

Harry rushed over without thinking.

"Wait, Harry! Watch out for traps!" Rowe shouted, following closely behind.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

They ran to the foot of the statue. Ginny Weasley lay on the cold floor, pale and as cold as ice. Clutching something tightly in her hand was Harry's diary.

"Ginny! Wake up!" Harry threw down his wand, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently. "Please, wake up!"

But there was no response. Ginny's head drooped limply to one side.

"let me."

Luo Wei knelt down on one knee and quickly pulled a crumpled little cloth bag from the leather bag in his arms.

"What is this?" Harry asked, his voice trembling with tears.

"Athelas, the King's Herb." Rowe solemnly opened the cloth bag, inside were a few withered...mint leaves. "Only it can revive a wandering will from the soul damage caused by dark magic."

He crushed the mint leaves, releasing a cool, spicy aroma. Lowe held the crushed leaves to Ginny's nose.

"Breathe, daughter of Rohan," Rowe whispered, "Do not go to that world of shadows."

Ginny didn't react at all.

"Damn it." Rowe frowned. "The poison is too potent. It seems the wound was caused by the Mogul Blade..."

"She won't wake up."

A soft voice suddenly came from the shadows.

Harry and Rowe turned around abruptly.

Beside a stone pillar not far from them stood a tall, thin boy with dark hair. His features were somewhat indistinct, and he seemed to be enveloped in a strange, faint light as he leaned against the pillar, watching them.

"Tom? Tom Riddle?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

But Lowe's reaction was completely different.

The moment the boy appeared, a blinding red warning light exploded on the system interface.

[High-risk target identified!]

[Real Name Verification: Sauron's Deception Pattern.]

[Titles: Grandmaster of Talent, King of Lies, Founder of the Ring.]

[Danger Level: World-class disaster.]

"Step back, Harry!"

Rowe pulled Harry behind him, slammed the frying pan in his hand in front of him, and pointed his wand at the dark-haired boy.

"Don't go near him!" Rowe's voice was extremely tense. "It's an illusion! It's a fraud!"

"What did you say?" Harry looked at Rowe in confusion, then at Riddle.

"She's still alive," Riddle said, ignoring Rowe's "nonsense." His gaze fell on Harry, a strange smile playing on his lips. "But she won't live much longer."

Harry stared at him. "Are you a ghost?"

"I am memory," Riddle said softly, "a memory preserved for fifty years in a diary."

He pointed to the diary next to Ginny.

"We need to get her to the school hospital!" Harry said urgently. "Help me, Tom!"

Riddle didn't move. His gaze remained fixed on Harry's face, then slowly moved down to the wand on the ground, the one Harry had thrown down to shake Ginny.

He bent down and picked up the magic wand.

"Put down your wand!"

Rowe let out a roar.

Without a word, Rowe charged forward, his frying pan whistling through the air, and slammed it down on Riddle's head.

"For Middle-earth!"

This attack was completely unexpected by Riddle. He had been cultivating that elegant, mysterious villainous aura, preparing to slowly reveal the truth, but who knew that this madman in sunglasses would just come at him with a pot of poison.

Riddle instinctively raised his wand to block.

"Bang!"

Although he was a memory entity, in this space, having absorbed Ginny's life force, he had already gained a physical form. The frying pan slammed against the wand, making a loud bang.

The immense force caused Riddle to stagger back two steps, a look of astonishment appearing on his handsome face.

"You barbarian..."

"Shut up, you sharp-tongued jerk!"

Lowe didn't give him a chance to speak, following up with a wand thrust in his right hand, aimed straight for the man's throat.

"Petrify them all!" Riddle was forced to retaliate, and a beam of gray light shot out from the tip of Harry's wand.

Luo Wei suddenly turned to the side and raised the frying pan to block.

"clang!"

The spell was deflected by the frying pan, struck a nearby stone pillar, and shattered into a shower of rubble.

"That's my wand!" Harry finally realized and shouted, "Tom, what are you doing?"

Riddle stepped back to create some distance, his expression turning annoyed, his former elegance completely gone.

"I originally wanted you to die knowing why," Riddle stared coldly at Rowe, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "But since you're in such a hurry to die... I have plenty of time to slowly torture Potter."

"Look at him, Harry!" Rowe gasped, stepping in front of Harry. "Look at him! He's not a Hogwarts student! He's not even alive!"

Behind his sunglasses, Lowe's eyes were fixed on the distorted, dark aura surrounding Riddle.

"He's a necromancer! He's the shadow of Dolgoth! He is Sauron!"

Harry was stunned. "Sauron? You mean... Voldemort?"

Upon hearing that name, a fanatical smile spread across Riddle's face.

"Voldemort," he repeated softly, "yes...Voldemort is my past, my present, and my future."

He raised Harry's wand and quickly wrote a line of letters in the air:

TOMMARVOLORIDDLE

Then he waved his wand, and the letters rearranged:

*|AMLORDVOLDEMORT

"I am Voldemort," Riddle said softly.

But in Rowe's eyes, the letters in the air burned with flames, forming the dark language inscriptions of Mordor:

Ash nazg durbatulük, ash nazg gimbatul...

(The Supreme Commandment governs all beings; the Supreme Commandment seeks all beings...)

[Achievement unlocked: Confront the Dark Lord.]

[Reward: Mental Resistance & Willpower Barrier (Immune to basic mind control).]

"I knew it."

Rowe took a deep breath and gripped the frying pan tightly. "You changed your name, your face, and even hid in a tattered book..." Rowe sneered, "but the smell of sulfur on you can be smelled across the entire Middle-earth."

"You're finished." Riddle's smile vanished, and he pointed his wand at the enormous Slytherin statue. "Now, pay homage to Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the four great masters of Hogwarts."

""

He opened his mouth and let out a chilling hiss.

[Warning: Dragon language magic detected.]

The final judgment is imminent.