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

Chapter 98 The End of the Doomsday Volcano, Dawn Arrives!

"The Lord of the Rings..." Rowe stared intently at the black diary lying beside Ginny.

"Ash nazg durbatulük, ash nazg gimbatul...

(The Supreme Commandment, the Commandment to Govern; the Supreme Commandment, the Commandment to Seek Out...)

Ancient and malevolent dark languages ​​of Mordor whispered in his ear, trying to erode his will.

[Warning: Sauron's materialization is 99% complete!]

[WARNING: The Dark Lord is about to descend!]

"You think you can stop me with just a sword?" Riddle sneered, his body solidified to a terrifying degree, almost possessing flesh and blood. He raised Harry's wand, and a beam of red light shot towards Rowe.

"Disarm you!"

Rowe did not back down. He swung "Anduriel" with both hands, and the silver light on the blade surged, actually cleaving the spell in two.

"I can't stop you," Rowe gritted his teeth, his hands numb from the impact, yet he remained standing. "But someone can send you to hell! The Commandant is right there!"

He turned his head sharply and looked at Harry, who had already come to the diary.

"Harry!" Rowe roared with the loudest voice he'd ever uttered. "Right at your feet! That damned diary! That's the source of his power! Destroy it! Throw it into Mount Doom!"

"What?" Harry was taken aback; he clearly didn't know where Mount Doom was.

"Destroy it! With that fang!" Rowe roared, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace. "Quickly!"

There's no time left!

Riddle realized the danger. He screamed in terror, his once handsome face contorted into a grotesque grimace: "No! Don't touch it! It's mine!"

He tried to turn and attack Harry, but Rowe had already charged forward.

"Your adversary is me! Aragorn is here!"

With his sword in both hands, Lowe charged at Riddle like a madman. He launched a suicidal charge, desperate to gain that crucial second.

"Get out of my way, you ant!" Riddle angrily waved his wand, and a powerful shockwave sent Rowe flying.

Rowe slammed heavily against the slippery stone wall, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat. But even as he lay on the ground, he still pointed in Harry's direction, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Do it! Harry! For Hogwarts! For Ginny! For Shire!"

Harry looked at the diary at his feet, then at Ginny, who was deathly pale, and at Rowe, who was desperately trying to hold Riddle back and was covered in blood.

An unprecedented courage welled up within him. He didn't need to know where the Charles was, but he knew that if he didn't do it, everything would be over. He raised the basilisk fang he had picked up, still coated with venom.

"Die!" Harry yelled, and with all his might, he plunged his fangs into the center of the diary.

"No-!!!"

[System determination: Fatal blow!]

Critical Hit Damage: 99999+

"what!"

A piercing, bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the chamber. The sound was no longer human; it was the wail of an evil spirit from the depths of hell, even more terrifying than the serpent monster's death scream.

Riddle's body began to contort violently, like a holographic projection with a faulty signal. It was as if a huge hole had been torn open in his chest, and countless golden rays of light exploded from his body, tearing him to pieces.

In Loewe's eyes, this scene was extremely spectacular.

[Visual Loading: The Collapse of the Doomsday Volcano]

The once dark and gloomy dome of the chamber now seemed to transform into a burning sky. The massive Black Tower of Barado began to tilt and collapse amidst a deafening roar. The enormous fiery demonic eye that had hovered atop the tower exploded in despair, transforming into a rain of fire that filled the sky.

Ink gushed from the diary, splashing across the floor like a black fountain.

"No! I am Voldemort! I am immortal..."

Riddle's voice was eventually swallowed by the void. His figure turned into countless black ashes, dissipating into the air without leaving a trace.

[Target destroyed: Fragment of Sauron's soul]

Battle Results: Victory

[Quest Reward: Hogwarts Defense Medal (Epic)]

With Riddle's disappearance, the oppressive atmosphere of terror that had been weighing on everyone's hearts vanished instantly.

Harry sat down on the ground, panting, the fang in his hand falling to the side. He stared at the ink stains on the floor, still reeling from the madness, his hands trembling slightly.

A faint groan broke the silence.

"Harry...?"

The red-haired girl lying on the ground slowly opened her eyes. She sat up blankly, looked around at everything, and then her gaze fell on Luo Wei, who was covered in blood, slumped in the corner holding a silver longsword.

The light of "Anduriel" in Rowe's hand gradually faded, transforming back into the Gryffindor sword inlaid with rubies.

With a clang, the sword slipped from his limp hand and fell onto the stone slab.

Lovi leaned against the wall, looked up at the dome, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"It's over..." he murmured. "Gondor is saved. We have held Minas Tirith."

[Achievement Unlocked: Savior of Middle-earth]

[Legendary Status: +1000 (Limited to Hogwarts School, but will be sung about by bards for thousands of years)]

[Current condition: Exhausted. It is recommended to rest immediately and consume plenty of high-calorie food (such as Lambak).]

Fox let out a clear chirp and landed on Rowe's shoulder, nuzzling his cheek with its warm head. A crystal tear fell onto Rowe's scraped arm, and the wound healed at a visible speed.

"Thanks, buddy." Luo Wei stroked the phoenix's feathers, feeling the warmth. "That air strike was well coordinated. You deserve to be an air force ace."

Harry helped Ginny over. Ginny looked at Rowe, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of admiration for a strong person.

"Love...did you save us?" Ginny asked softly, staring at the enormous basilisk corpse, hardly believing that a human could have done it.

“No,” Rowe shook his head, pointing at Harry, “it’s this kid. He’s the real Ringbearer… oh no, I mean, he’s the real hero. He’s the one who delivered the final blow.”

Harry scratched his head sheepishly, his face turning red: "I only stabbed a book... You killed the snake and blocked Riddle."

"Different roles." Rowe struggled to his feet, picked up the sword and Sorting Hat from the ground, and dusted them off. "Tanks tank, DPS deal damage—that's basic teamwork. Let's go. Ginny, your brother Ron must be about to cry! Now that Fawkes is here to help us, I think Headmaster Dumbledore—our Gandalf the White—should be here too."