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

Chapter 121 Farewell at King's Cross Station, A New Expedition!

The clamor of King's Cross Station crashed over me like waves. The whistles of steam locomotives, the cacophony of voices, and the distant barking of unknown pets mingled together.

When the black sedan finally stopped at the station entrance, Luo Wei didn't rush to get out. Through the tinted windows, his sharp eyes quickly scanned the bustling crowd.

Terrain analysis: Complex.

Crowd density: Extremely high (facilitating assassin infiltration/obstructed line of sight).

Threat Level: Yellow (Alert).

[Evacuation route: Single (severe congestion at the entrance).]

"What's wrong, Rowe?" Harry asked nervously, clutching Hedwig's cage tightly in his hand.

"Nothing much," Rowe said, opening the car door. "Just making sure there are no ambushers. Remember, for those who bear the shackles, the most dangerous moment is often the second before reaching the safe zone. The enemy loves to set traps at the end of the journey."

He stepped out of the car first, and under the system's filter, the world underwent a dramatic transformation.

Two old Ministry of Magic vehicles have been transformed into heavy armored chariots of the Gondorian Royal Guard, their mud splattered with medals of honor from battles fought across the land. The Ministry of Magic wizard who was driving and now casually helping Hermione with her luggage is a Royal Guard member clad in silver armor, his hand on his sword hilt.

"Thank you very much," Mrs. Weasley said to the wizard. "Thanks to you, we weren't late."

If we had been any later, we would have had to chase after the train on broomsticks.

"It is my duty, madam," the wizard smiled and tipped his hat in greeting. "It is my pleasure to serve Harry Potter."

Rowe approached the wizard: "Gondor thanks you for your escort, Guardian. Your chariot may be old, but the roar of its engine is like that of a beast. May your wheels forever roll forward."

The wizard paused for a moment, almost dropping his hat, then gave an awkward laugh: "Uh... thank you?"

This car definitely needs servicing; the exhaust is a bit noisy, and I almost got a ticket from a Muggle cop last time.

Luo Wei nodded slightly, thinking that this person was easy to get along with, and that humility was a virtue.

Twenty minutes before the train's departure, the Weasleys, pushing trolleys laden with luggage, made their way through the ticket gates. Harry pushed the trolley in the middle, with Rowe following three steps to his side. This was the optimal protective distance: enough to provide support at any moment without obstructing Harry's view, and enough to assess Harry's condition immediately by looking at his back.

When they reached the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10, Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped.

"Harry," he looked around, his expression turning serious, and said in a low voice, "come here for a moment."

He led Harry behind a large stone pillar. It was relatively quiet there, away from the crowds.

Luo Wei immediately followed, but he did not approach. Instead, he stood with his back against the stone pillar, arms crossed, and his eyes warily scanned every passerby.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked uneasily, his eyes darting between Mr. Weasley and Rowe.

"Nothing's wrong, Harry." Mr. Weasley seemed a little hesitant. He glanced at Rowe, who was keeping watch not far away, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "I just have some things I need to tell you before you get on the train."

"Is it about Blake?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. Under the system's filter, this usually gentle, even somewhat timid, middle-aged wizard now appeared as a seasoned veteran of Gondor. Though he held no illustrious position, the wrinkles around his eyes were etched with loyalty to this land and concern for the younger generation.

“Listen, Harry,” Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry’s shoulder. “I know you’ve probably heard a lot of rumors this year. About Black, about how he… escaped.”

“I know he’s looking for me,” Harry said softly. “I overheard your conversation with Mrs. Weasley last night. He wants to kill me, just like Voldemort did.”

Mr. Weasley seemed somewhat surprised, but that surprise quickly turned into a sigh of relief.

"Now that you know, all the better. I don't want you to be kept in the dark." Mr. Weasley stared into Harry's eyes, his tone unusually firm. "You must promise me, Harry, whatever you hear or see at school... never go looking for Black."

"Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?" Harry asked, puzzled. "It sounds stupid."

"Because..." Mr. Weasley paused, seemingly searching for the right words, a flicker of fear in his eyes, "because some truths can cloud judgment. Black is more dangerous than you think. His weapons aren't just wands, but also lies and temptations. Promise me, Harry, no matter what happens, stay in a safe place."

Luo Wei listened from the side and nodded slightly.

[Intelligence confirmed: A veteran's warning.]

[Analysis: The allure of an enemy is often more deadly than swords. Sauron's whispers have led countless heroes astray.]

"I promise you," Harry said.

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, patted Harry on the shoulder, and gave a tired smile. "Good boy. Now, go on, don't miss the train."

Then, he turned to Rowe, who had been standing guard beside him.

"Love!" Mr. Weasley extended his hand, his eyes sincere. "I can tell you're a reliable friend. If you could... keep an eye on him for me. I know this might be asking too much, but..."

"This is my vow."

Luo Wei grasped that slightly rough, large hand and felt the calluses on it.

"I swear in the name of Elendil," Rowe's voice was deep and solemn. "As long as the Ranger breathes, the shadows cannot devour hope. Neither Black nor Dementors shall harm the Ringbearer without first stepping over my dead body."

Although Mr. Weasley didn't understand who "Irundil" was, he understood the look in his eyes. It was a promise from one man to another.

"Thank you," Mr. Weasley said, his eyes slightly moist. "With you here, I feel much more at ease. Even more at ease than the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Don't tell Fudge I said that."

As he expressed his gratitude, a system notification popped up in front of Luo Wei's eyes:

[Mission Completed: The escort team's destination.]

You successfully escorted the ordination holder to the transit point and gained the trust of your allies.

[Reward: Reputation +200 (Arthur Weasley's Trust level is raised to "Trusted").]

"Hurry! Harry! Rowe!"

From the other side of the wall came Mrs. Molly's voice, filled with that characteristic urgency, "The train is leaving in five minutes! Fred and George have already taken your suitcases up!"

"Coming!" Harry called out, then looked at Rowe, "Shall we go?"

"Let's go." Rowe took one last look at the bustling Muggle station.

He knew that once they crossed that wall, their peaceful daily life would come to an end.

But he was not afraid.

As Aragorn said: Though he regretted not drawing his sword sooner, it was not too late as long as the sword was still in his hand.

Rowe took a deep breath, adjusted his backpack straps, and pushed Harry's back as they charged towards the 9th and 10th.

The partition wall between the platforms.

Darkness instantly engulfed everything, followed by a rush of white mist from a red steam locomotive.

A new expedition has begun!

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