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

Chapter 111 If you call me again, I'll make you fly!

July passed quietly and peacefully.

For Rowe, this period was a time of rest and recuperation at the Shire. During the day, he taught the children at the orphanage so-called "Hobbit survival skills" (which were actually just growing vegetables and cooking), and at night he studied the notebooks he had "borrowed" from Dumbledore in the attic.

With the arrival of August, the Daily Prophet, delivered by the owl, featured Sirius Black's prison break as its front-page headline.

Upon seeing this news, Lowe closed the newspaper and packed his bags. He bid farewell to Mrs. Grace, explaining that he was "going to a summer wilderness survival camp."

In fact, he returned to Little Huigkin in Surrey County.

No. 4, Ligustrum Road. The sun is setting.

Lowe didn't knock and go in. He chose his usual spot—the thick oak tree outside the Dursleys' garden.

He was like a nimble squirrel, cleverly hidden in the dense canopy. Through the gaps in the leaves, the entire living room was clearly visible.

[WARNING: High-risk biological response detected.]

[Target identification in progress...]

[Status: Eating/Enraged.]

In the system's red field of vision, there was a woman sitting at the dining table, so large she almost crushed the chair—Aunt Maggie.

Her plump body seemed to be covered with thick red scales, and each chew was accompanied by flame-like smoke.

The glass in her hand didn't contain brandy, but molten gold.

The bulldog at her feet, in Rowe's eyes, was a drooling dire wolf, growling at Harry in a low growl.

"...If that beast has any problems, it must be because the mother dog herself has some kind of problem."

Aunt Maggie's voice came through the window; she was talking about Harry's parents, waving a wine glass in her hand, her face flushed with drunkenness.

"If that was a bad egg, this little brat won't be any better."

[System notification: The dragon is spitting venom.]

"Hold on, Harry," he muttered to himself.

Inside the room, Harry was pale and struggling to control himself.

Aunt Maggie hiccuped, a wicked glint in her small eyes: "I think you're doing this for your idle..."

"Aren't you proud of being a kept man? Hmm? Potter?"

"He's not idle!" Harry exclaimed, looking up abruptly.

"Shut up!" Uncle Vernon roared.

But Aunt Maggie waved her hand: "It's alright, Vernon. The boy needs to know the truth. His parents were probably drunk and ran themselves over in their car, like rats in the gutter..."

boom!

[Warning: The person practicing the precepts may lose emotional control.]

[Energy Burst: Magic Rampage.]

"You are not allowed to insult them!"

Harry jumped to his feet, trembling all over.

Immediately afterwards, Aunt Maggie's already enormous body began to swell. Like an inflated balloon, her face quickly turned red, her eyes bulged, and her fingers became as thick as sausages.

"ah!

""

She let out a terrified scream, but the sound quickly became muffled as her tongue swelled up.

She floated up. Yes, floated up! Like a giant human balloon, Aunt Maggie bumped around on the ceiling, making a series of "thump-thump" sounds. The dog jumped up like a madman to bite her feet, but was pulled up in mid-air along with her.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny were terrified and screamed as they tried to pull her down, but instead, they were pulled all over the place by the strange force.

Meanwhile, Luo Wei, perched in the tree, wore an expression of admiration.

"Well done!"

Rowe couldn't help but whisper a cheer, "As expected of a Ringbearer! He's actually mastered the long-lost Balloon Sealing Technique! This is a high-level skill that even Bilbo couldn't master!"

[System Settlement:]

[Eyewitness Account: The Sealing of the Evil Dragon.]

[Evaluation: A perfect non-lethal strike. It renders the enemy incapable of fighting through humiliation.]

At this point, the chaos inside the house had reached its peak.

Harry was clearly terrified by his own magic, but he knew he had made a terrible mistake. Amidst Uncle Vernon's furious roar, he rushed out of the dining room, ran up the stairs, and hurriedly began packing his bags.

A few minutes later, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Harry, panting, dragged his suitcase and carried Hedwig's cage in one hand as he rushed into the night.

He ran very fast, until he reached Magnolia and Crescent Street, several blocks away, before he had to stop and catch his breath. The streetlights were dim, and the surroundings were quiet, save for the occasional sound of a car horn in the distance.

Harry threw the box on the ground and plopped down on it. Fear and confusion washed over him like a tidal wave.

He's been expelled. He's definitely been expelled. He used magic on his aunt; the Ministry of Magic will break his wand and throw him into Azkaban...

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby.

Harry jumped up, wand raised: "Who's there?"

No one answered.

But he could sense that a pair of eyes were watching him from the darkness.

Just as Harry's palms were sweating with nervousness, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows of the trees.

The man was wearing a long hooded trench coat and carrying a heavy-looking backpack.

"Don't be afraid, Harry."

Lo Wei took off his hood, revealing his face.

"Love?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his tense nerves instantly relaxing. "How...how did you get here?"

Luo Wei walked up to him and patted the box.

"A wandering knight never rests."

Rowe looked up, his gaze scanning the darkness warily, his voice low and powerful: "I've been watching this since the dragon awoke. You did well, Harry. That sealing spell was a textbook counterattack."

"Sealing spell?" Harry paused for a moment, then smiled wryly. "No, Rowe, I... I inflated her."

I've committed a grave offense; the Ministry of Magic will arrest me.

"Ministry of Magic?"

Rowe scoffed dismissively, as if he were talking about a bunch of goblins who only knew how to collect taxes. "The laws of Gondor have no hold over the heroes of the Shire. When faced with the venom of a dragon, fighting back is righteous."

He reached out and picked up Harry's trunk with ease, as if it were a bag of feathers.

"Go, you who uphold the precepts."

Lowe turned to look at the end of the street, where the darkness seemed thicker than elsewhere.

"It's no longer safe here. Now that you've embarked on your journey, the ranger will escort you across this wilderness."

"Where are we going?" Harry instinctively followed. Although Rowe's words were still hard to understand, he had to admit that it felt really good to have someone protecting him.

"Go and wait for a chariot. A mad chariot belonging to the dwarves."