On the east side of the camp, through the not-so-large but rather shady woods, an immensely large gymnasium sits in a clearing, with its grand golden walls casting a large shadow on the ground, an area almost several blocks in size. This is the venue for the Quidditch World Cup Final, which is fully equipped with facilities to accommodate up to 100,000 spectators, and the British Ministry of Magic mobilized hundreds of wizards, spent a year and a considerable amount of money to build it.

At this moment, the dense crowd gathered outside the stadium, annoying the Ministry of Magic staff who maintained order - the Bulgarian players and entourage had just arrived and were surrounded by a frenzied crowd of fans, who were chanting and venting their enthusiasm.

"Stand back, please stand back!" The staff pulled their necks and shouted, drowned out in the noise of the crowd, even though the sound was magically amplified, "Let the athletes in, oh God, please get out of the way." ”

The Bulgarian team came through a large teleportation array, and the basic principle of the teleportation array is similar to that of the fireplace teleportation network technology, except that the teleportation path is more stable and safer, and it is convenient to transport items. In an open space outside the stadium, a stone platform with intricate magical patterns burned with blue magic fire, and people came out of the dancing flames one after another, dragging large bags and small bags, and then entered the stadium under the guidance of the staff, and every time a Bulgarian player wearing a red team uniform appeared, the surrounding crowd would let out a burst of cheers.

Sauron and Fleur stood on a large tree at the edge of the forest, their hands clasped together, standing steadily on the thin branches at the top of the tree, as if they had no weight.

"I thought that only the Germans had mastered this technology." Sauron stared at the teleportation array and said, "The Technology Development Division has been doing research on this for the last few years, and it seems that they have succeeded. ”

"Britain is hosting this World Cup to show its own strength, so it naturally has to come up with some high-end technology." Fleur said lightly, "The turmoil twenty years ago hurt Britain's vitality and its international status plummeted, and after so many years of cultivation, it is normal for the British Ministry of Magic to regain its right to speak." ”

Sauron raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in surprise, "You're sensitive. ”

"Both of my parents work in the French Ministry of Magic." The girl said, "Although I don't like it, I'm no stranger to politics." ”

"Where there is civilization, there is politics, whether it is wizards or Muggles, there is no difference at this point." Sauron whispered, looking at the dense crowd below, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Those who can't jump out will eventually become pawns." ”

The girl frowned slightly, sighed lightly and didn't say anything, just squeezed the hand that was holding Sauron with a slight force.

The crowd below suddenly cheered enthusiastically, and the noise drew the attention of the two of them, a man in the uniform of the Bulgarian team had just stepped out of the teleportation array - he looked very strong, his legs were a little outward, and his angular face with thick black and thick eyebrows looked a little gloomy, but also very manly.

"Krum! Krum! The crowd shouted enthusiastically, and many young girls screamed loudly.

Sauron had some impression of the young man named Krum, but only because he was a good Quidditch player, and Sauron's gaze did not linger too much on Krum, but fell on the figure that appeared after him—a tall, thin man with short white hair and a curly goatee, and a rather luxurious black leather robe that shone in the sunlight.

"Igor Karkarov." Sauron whispered, his slightly squinted eyes revealing inexplicable affection, "Looks like you're doing a good job." ”

Most of Sauron's knowledge of this man comes from Snape, in Snape's words, Karkaroff is a cunning old fox, the two have worked together under Voldemort, compared to a powerful elite like Snape, Karkaroff is a mediocre but good driller, even within Voldemort's forces, not popular, especially after Voldemort's downfall. Although Karkaroff escaped imprisonment in Azkaban, it is believed that Voldemort's fate will be even more miserable once he returns.

But at this moment, Karkaroff looked quite beautiful, he held his head high, and with a slight smile on his face, he strode up to Krum and walked side by side to the stadium. It was Krum, who seemed to sense Sauron's gaze, and turned his head to look, but before he could see Sauron, he walked into the gymnasium at the urging of Karkaroff and the staff.

"Krum is Karkaroff's protégé." Fleur told Soren, "He still went to school at Durmstrang and, despite his role as a seeker for the Bulgarian national team, he was also the president of Durmstrang's boys' student council. ”

"Very good spirituality." Sauron said calmly, looking at Krum's departing back, showing a subtle smile, and whispered to himself, "Moreover, he has the smell of hatred in him." ”

"What did you say?" Fleur didn't hear what Sauron was saying.

"No, nothing." Sauron said perfunctorily, but Fleur didn't care, in fact, her attention had been focused on the teleportation array, as if she was waiting for something.

Sauron was a little curious, and looked at the teleportation array with the girl, the Bulgarian players basically entered, and now most of the people in the teleportation array are staff, but the crowd around them seems to show no signs of dispersing.

The flames on the teleportation array jumped again, and the next moment, one by one, graceful figures walked out of the flames one after another, and in an instant, the surrounding crowd fell into a short silence, and only the sound of suppressed breathing could be heard, and after a while, I don't know who let out an excited shout, as if a signal, and the whole crowd boiled again.

"Mei Wa, it's Mei Wa!" The crowd shouted, and it was mostly men, and if the woman's expression at the sight of Krum was enthusiastic, the vast majority of men could now be called crazy—they chanted and danced like roosters fighting.

Sauron couldn't help but shake his head slightly, in fact, even with his heart, he couldn't help but be slightly shaken, let alone these ordinary people, for no other reason, just because these creatures who came out of the flames were so beautiful - slender and graceful figures, delicate and charming faces, long silver hair and fair skin exuding a psychedelic luster in the sun, their every movement, every smile seemed to have magical power, people couldn't help but want to indulge in it, crazy about it.

"Enchanting beings." Sauron couldn't help but whisper, "Lovely and terrifying creatures. ”

Sauron turned his head to look at Fleur beside him, the girl was looking at those beautiful babies in a daze, her eyes flashed with inexplicable brilliance, sensing Sauron's gaze, the girl said softly: "I have a quarter of the Meiwa blood, passed on to my grandmother. ”

Sauron didn't say anything, just took the girl's hand and listened to her quietly.

"I had a good relationship with my grandparents, and when I was a child, I lived with them all the time, and they were very nice to me, and my grandmother used to bake me vanilla-flavored cookies and then tell me stories with my grandfather while watching me eat them." Fleur whispered, as if immersed in the memories of the past, "Grandmother loves plants, it seems to be the nature of all Meiwa, there are always flowers blooming in their yard, I will hide in the flowers, and wait for her and grandfather to come and find me." And so, day by day, very simple and happy, when I was just a silly little girl, and it seemed to me that my grandmother and grandfather would always be with me forever and ......"

The girl stopped, revealing a bitter smile, and her eyes were shining, "Meiwa has a long, long life, but when she falls in love with someone, she will grow old with him, and eventually leave this world together." She pulled out a slender wand from her bosom, the light brown wand was clinging to the pale silver magic pattern, winding upwards like a beautiful vine, "This is what my grandfather made for me, the core of the wand is a hair of my grandmother, they originally wanted to give it to me on my eleventh birthday, but unfortunately they didn't wait for that day......"

The girl didn't say any more, and couldn't help but choke softly, and Sauron sighed softly, and took her into his arms, letting her tears wet his shoulders. Sauron knew very well that just as he himself would only show his tiredness and weakness in front of her, this proud and strong girl in front of others would also let go of his reserve here and vent his inner weakness and sadness.

"Sauron, why do you say people die?" The girl whispered, with a weak cry in her voice, "Although I know that this question is silly, I still can't help but think about how good it would be if people didn't die, if we didn't lose our loved ones." ”

Sauron was stunned, but he didn't know how to answer, he couldn't help but show a helpless wry smile, even he couldn't understand this seemingly simple but esoteric proposition, death, perhaps is the root of all the entanglements in this world, and it is also the greatest helplessness and sorrow of all beings. Sauron couldn't help but think of Voldemort, the man who was obsessed with immortality, who was regarded by the world as mad and evil, and how could he not be fighting bravely against this fatalistic sorrow.

Sauron knew that he was not fundamentally different from Voldemort, and that he was no different from Dumbledore, or Grindelwald, or all the demigods, and that they were all on a path of no turning back - against fate, against the sorrow that was rooted in the bottom of his heart and belonged only to him. Sauron hugged the girl's arm slightly, not only to comfort her, but also to comfort himself, feeling the warmth of the girl's body, he felt a trace of warmth in his heart, perhaps, the only difference with Voldemort is that there are still people in this world who are worthy of his protection.