Section I

In front of Sauron and Fleur's tent, on the crackling fire, the golden-red flames obediently licked the charred bottom of the pot, making the water inside gurgle. The two leaned together, sat on a thick piece of dead wood, held a teacup in their hands, and discussed the game they had just played.

"Krum shouldn't have caught the Golden Snitch so early." The girl said with some regret, "He should wait for the opportunity." ”

"Because he knows they can't win." Sauron smacked his lips and said, "He knows very well that the point difference will get bigger and bigger, and all he can do is fight for a decent defeat." ”

"You're always so upset." The girl frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly, rubbing Sauron's face with her hand, "You can't just smile, you look like my father with this expression." ”

"Okay, okay, don't make a fuss." Sauron smiled bitterly, grabbed the girl's hand, and kissed it gently, "Where did the gentle and beautiful lady in my memory go?" ”

The girl snorted, a smug smile on her face, grabbed Sauron's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.

The night sky was filled with gruff singing, and the leprechauns flew over their heads from time to time, waving their lanterns and laughing, and there was a commotion in all directions, and the cheers of the Irish in celebration of victory came and went. Until midnight, the sound of singing and strange crashing from the other side of the camp still echoed in the night sky for a long time.

"It's time to rest, dear." Sauron said, using his magic to gather the campfire into a small pile, "You're tired, learn to sleep well." ”

"But I don't feel sleepy." The girl said, looking full of interest, "It's rare to have such an opportunity, how about we go over there and join the celebration of the Irish." ”

"But aren't you supporting the Bulgarian team?" Sauron raised an eyebrow, "Besides, watching a bunch of drunken people is really uninteresting. ”

The girl wanted to say something, but Sauron took her in his arms, kissed her lightly, and whispered, "Obedient, dear, you need to sleep." ”

In an instant, a wave of tiredness struck the girl, and the girl couldn't help but squint her eyes, and then she leaned into Sauron's arms and fell into a deep sleep. Sauron carried the girl into the tent, laid her on the bed, and carefully covered her. He looked down at the girl's soft face, a gentle smile on his face, he leaned down, kissed the girl lightly on the lips, and turned to leave the tent.

The uproar in the camp showed no signs of abating, and people were venting their energy and enthusiasm to the fullest. Sauron stood in a small clearing in front of the tent, the fire at his feet nearly extinguished, the shriveled and twisted residue of burning firewood, flickering in the embers, desperate and reluctant to struggle. He listened with his eyes closed, as if waiting to hear something from the noise around him—like the night wind hurrying by, the sound of wings skimming the air in the darkness, and the next moment a black phoenix emerged from the night and landed silently on his shoulder.

"Found them." Sauron said as if talking to himself, and when he opened his eyes, the night was reflected in his narrow pupils, glowing with a dark golden glow. Sauron took a deep breath, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he could smell the restlessness and restlessness that lurked in the night—that is, the smell of blood.

Sauron held the black phoenix in front of him with both hands, pressed his forehead against the phoenix, the black aura escaped from him, and the tide poured into the phoenix's body, and after a while, Sauron raised his head, and the gold in his eyes dimmed a lot.

"Go, my old friend, let's have some fun." Sauron said in a deep voice.

Phobertol rubbed Sauron's face affectionately with his head, and it flapped its wings and flew up, black flames surrounding it, making its long tail like a tassel look even more gorgeous and eerie, and it flew into the night sky with a long roar, merging with the darkness.

"Barty Crouch." Sauron hissed, his voice revealing undisguised malice, "I hope you like the gift I gave you." ”

Section II

Harry lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the occasional leprechaun with a lantern flying over it, a flash of light, and his mind unconsciously recalled the wonderful state of being able to see, to know everything, not to see and hear, but to perceive, to touch the origin of the world with his own mind. As Sauron said, it was like the world that God saw, looking down on the world from heaven, even though he wasn't sure if there really was a god in this world. It was only then that he understood why Sauron's gaze was always filled with coldness and indifference—not hatred or sadness, but the truth he saw, cold and undisguised truth.

And what about himself, Harry didn't know, though he had a vague feeling that there was a voice in his heart all the time, saying over and over the fact that he didn't want to admit. Harry couldn't help but feel a mixture of drowsiness, so he closed his eyes and lay on the bed thinking wildly, hoping to fall into a dream without realizing it.

I don't know how long it was, and I didn't know if I was asleep or not—Harry suddenly opened his eyes—and he heard Mr. Weasley shouting.

"Get up! Ron - Harry - hurry up, get up, there's an emergency! ”

Harry sat up jerkily, his head hitting the canvas.

"W-what?" He asked.

Vaguely, he felt that something was wrong. The voices in the camp changed. The singing stopped, and he heard screams and the sound of people running in a panic. He slipped off the double bed and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley said, "It's too late, Harry—grab a coat and get out, hurry!" "Mr. Weasley himself wears his denim directly over his pajamas.

A group of people scrambled out of their tents, and by the light of the fires that were still burning, Harry saw the people running towards the woods, as if to escape something moving towards them on the camp. The thing was strangely glowing and making a sound like a gunshot. Loud laughter, wild laughter, drunken shouts also moved towards them. Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating the surrounding qiē.

Harry couldn't help frowning, and for a moment he felt a familiar feeling of disgust, and subconsciously, he concentrated his mind and entered that magical state once again - the world became clear and quiet again, and not far from them, a group of wizards huddled together, each pointing their wands upwards and moving forward together, slowly moving across the field. They wore hoods on their heads and face masks. Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, one of them was none other than Mr. Roberts, the camp warden, while the others were supposed to be his wife and two children. They were twisted into all sorts of strange shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were the puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes, held by invisible ropes that emerged from their wands into the air.

But what surprised Harry the most was something else—the strange crow-like birds Harry had seen before, with a strange and evil yellow one-eyed, flying around the wizards, occasionally landing on them, wisps of black mist surrounding them, rolling and conjuring their distorted faces.

Strange black birds continued to emerge from the black mist and fly in all directions, while more wizards joined the advancing ranks, laughing sharply and maniacally, pointing at the bodies floating above. As the procession grew, the wizards no longer seemed satisfied with just playing with a few people in the air, and many raised their wands and fired spells in all directions, igniting a qiē seen on the side of the road.

Hermione and Ginny hurried towards them, putting their coats over their pajamas, Mr. Weasley following them. Just then, Bill, Charlie, and Percy also emerge from the boys' tent. They were fully dressed, their sleeves rolled up high, and their wands in their hands.

"We're going to help keep order in the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise as he rolled up his sleeves, "You people - get into the woods, walk together, don't fall apart." I'll come back to you when the matter is settled! ”

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already running towards the oncoming procession, and Mr. Weasley hurried after him. The staff of the ministry rushed to the accident site from all directions. The group below the Roberts family got closer and closer.

"Let's go." Fred said, grabbing Ginny's hand and dragging her into the woods, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George following behind. As they got into the woods, they all turned their heads to look behind them, and saw that the team under the Roberts family was even bigger than before. They met the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, and the two sides were at a stalemate, and the procession did not move forward, but the people of the Ministry of Magic could not do anything about them, they did not dare to take action, for fear of hurting the Roberts family in the air.

Something seemed to fly through the air in the darkness, with an icy aura, and the next moment, Harry saw something terrifying to him - above the procession, the black mist began to converge, turning into a large, distorted face, and let out a silent howl, the despair and pain that made Harry frown. Then, as if stimulated by something, the wizards in the procession became agitated, and they drew their wands one after another, and some of them began to fire spells at the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, which immediately caused a violent confusion; Others did something even more terrifying - they pointed their wands at the Roberts in the air, and dark red spells were launched with powerful magic fluctuations, and the next moment, the four people hanging in the air were ignited.

"Oh my God!" Hermione shouted in horror, not just her, but everyone else around her.

The Roberts family struggled violently in the air, the flames gnawing the four figures, standing out against the background of the night. In that state, even from such a distance, Harry could still clearly see every detail of this cruel scene - he could see their ** ruined in flames, he could hear their heart-rending wails, he could even feel their pain, and the suffocating despair in the face of death.

Harry felt his ribcage fill with something - it was no stranger to him, when he first faced Voldemort, when he could only watch Wormtail escape, when he watched Sirius surrounded by Dementors but unable to do anything about it.

He couldn't help but think of the nightmare that had been haunting him—the black dragon, the raging flames, and the dead friends wailing in the flames, all of which gradually overlapped with what he saw. An inexplicable force poured out of the depths of Harry's soul and poured into his body, and the next moment, he disappeared in an instant.

At the front of the team, fierce and chaotic battles continued, with a flurry of spells shattering the surrounding explosions, and overflowing magical fluctuations turning the otherwise dense grass into ashes. Compared to the crazy and blind spell casting of the wizards in the team, the wizard casting on the side of the Ministry of Magic seems to be much more organized, after all, most of the people standing on the front line of the battle are professional combat wizards in the law enforcement department. From time to time, someone in the team was hit and collapsed to the ground, and at the current trend, the Ministry of Magic would soon be able to neutralize them completely.

"Are these people crazy, what are they doing?" Mr. Weasley shouted, waving his wand and casting a Guardian Charm to flank his men, "Do they want to fight us like this?" ”

"Who knows, maybe they're really crazy." Amos Diggory said, waving his wand and firing a bright red spell in the opposite direction: "Pass out!" ”

The spell shot straight at the target, but to no avail - a slender figure suddenly appeared at the front of the group, hidden in a black robe, and Mister Diggory and all the other spells were annihilated by the black mist that surrounded him as they shot at him. For a moment, the scene calmed down instantly, leaving only the four figures still floating in the air, dry and twisted, like dead branches in the embers, making a seeping snort.

As if to let out a low sneer, the man raised his head, deep in his hood, and a pair of dark golden eyes stared coldly at the crowd in front of him.

"That's all there is to it." The man said disdainfully, but there was a certain ethereal in his eerie voice, "Fourteen years, you don't seem to have made much progress. ”

"Who are you! What exactly do you want to do? Barty Crouch stood across from the man and glared at him angrily, his short, neat mustache shaking with utter rage, "Look what you've done, you lunatics. ”

"Oh, isn't that obvious?" A cold, emotionless voice came from under the hood, "We're just having fun." ”

"You dark wizards!" Crouch said angrily, his eyes almost bursting with fire, "I swear, none of you will escape, and you will pay for what you have done today!" ”

"Tsk, what you couldn't deal with fourteen years ago, you still can't deal with now." The man said, his tone full of malice, "Oh, yes. As for your lovely son, Voldemort is grateful for his loyalty. ”

Crouch was silent for an instant, he stared at the person in front of him, his eyes bulging, and the next moment, he suddenly raised his wand and shouted, "Flames erupt!" ”

A powerful force surged through Crouch's body, unleashed under the guidance of his wand, and the next moment, a surging golden flame erupted from the mysterious man's feet, engulfing his figure. The flames were so fierce that even from such a distance, many wizards on the Ministry of Magic felt an unbearable heat.

But the next moment, like a cold wind blowing through the bone, the golden flames swelled violently, and then dispersed and disappeared in the strong wind. The mysterious man was suspended in the air, unscathed, but his appearance changed dramatically—a pair of long black wings stretched out behind him, surrounded by black mist that made them seem somewhere between the real and the virtual, and in his right hand, a long, hideous black scythe was held upside down, the cold blade glowing in the night.

Suddenly, the sorcerers who had been making trouble before all collapsed to the ground, struggling in pain, their masks were torn off, and their faces could be seen to become hideous and terrifying—dark red blood continued to seep out of their seven orifices with wisps of black mist, and then turned into black strange birds, hovering around everyone.

Soon, the people on the earth were gone, and the strange blackbirds around them were like a thick dark cloud, encircling the guarded and frightened people. Not far away, the charred corpses of the Roberts family fell to the ground, falling to pieces, and their blackened, hollow eye sockets stared silently at the qiē.

"Ho-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha......-ha

The magic of the abyss and the sea was released from the man, and in an instant, the earth roared and the wind roared. The strange bird suddenly turned into a black mist, surging from all directions like a tidal wave, forming a huge and eerie whirlwind that engulfed everyone in it.

"Suffer death." The man's cold voice came from all directions, without a trace of emotion, "Your soul will belong to me." ”

No one opened their mouths to refute, everyone clenched their wands, and struggled to support them with guardian charms, this black storm had a terrifying power, and where there was no magic to protect it, everything began to decay and decay, and in an instant, it turned into dust. The black storm roared and showed no signs of abating, coldness and despair had taken hold of everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from a far away, but it was unusually clear: "Holy Judgment! ”

A dazzling white light lit up the entire sky, and at the same time warmth and strength returned to everyone, the light so dazzling that they could barely see it - it was a huge white reindeer, with blazing white flames burning all around it, and the antlers on its head were like crowns, piercing the darkness of the night.

The moment the black storm touched the white deer, it broke apart, turning into hideous faces and fleeing, but it was quickly burned in vain in the white flames. The white reindeer didn't stop, and after defeating the Black Storm, they rushed straight towards the mysterious man.

Facing the white deer, the man in black showed his vigilance for the first time, he raised his sickle high, and the black mist gathered again, no longer ethereal, but a layer of extreme darkness on the blade, as if straight into the endless abyss.

The next moment, the scythe swung down sharply, colliding with the bright antlers of the white deer. For a moment, the world seemed to be divided into two parts—the ultimate light and the ultimate darkness, opposing each other, but setting off each other more pure.

All of them were in an eerie silence, as if a century had passed, but in reality it only happened in an instant, the turbulent magic fluctuations escaped, and in a blazing white light, the wizards of the Ministry of Magic worked together to cast a guardian spell to resist the strong wind driven by the explosion of magical power.

Standing in the white light that the wizards of the Ministry of Magic could not see, Harry stared at his opponent, and as the surging magic dispelled the darkness in front of the man, he could see the face hidden deep under the hood, but what he saw made him completely stunned - it was a familiar face, a face he had seen countless times in his dreams, a face that had left tears in his eyes as he had wandered alone in front of the Mirror of Eris.

With her long red hair and a beautiful and familiar face—the face under her hood was Harry's mother, Lily Evans.

However, there was no tenderness in those almond-shaped eyes, which were still beautiful, but there was only a pair of golden pupils, cold and sharp, like blades, slicing through the void and staring at Harry.

"Who are you?" Harry muttered to himself, as if he had forgotten a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, when the magic fluctuations gradually subsided, the people of the Ministry of Magic saw nothing but barren sand—nothing left within a radius of hundreds of feet, except for the yellow sand that had been worn away by the years. Everyone looked at each other, but for a moment no one spoke, and what happened tonight was difficult for them to accept, and even though less than two quarters of an hour had passed, it felt like a century.

Behind the trees in the distance, Harry quietly looked at the place where the man in black had just disappeared, but his mind was complicated and could not be calm, before the man in black disappeared, a voice that should have been familiar but so unfamiliar sounded in his head-

"My name is Lilith."

PS: After thinking about it for a long time, the doctor finally finalized this chapter, which may be offensive, but I still have to persevere!