Section I

The old house on Oak Road, where lush mountain grape vines climb all over the exterior walls, covers the old red brick walls tightly. The windows facing the street looked dilapidated, and people hurried through the street without casting the slightest glance at them.

On the other side of the window, there is the study of the old mansion, Sauron is sitting at the table, quietly writing letters, and in the corner of the table, a small crystal ball is suspended in the air, and a cluster of ice-blue flames burns inside, emitting a soft blue light. The room was quiet, and the slight snorting of the burning candles and the sound of a quill scratching the parchment were all audible.

In a few days, I will visit you in France and hope you have a good day. - Miss your Sauron" The letter was not long, and after writing the last sentence, Sauron waved his wand, and the letter folded itself and inserted it into the envelope. Phobertor flew in out of nowhere, grabbed the envelope, and disappeared into the fireplace.

Sauron put the pen back into the bottle, reached out and took the crystal ball in the corner of the table in his hand, stared at the clear blue flame, and for a long time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the elf-like girl blooming that proud and beautiful smile towards him.

"Drip." A cool touch interrupted Sauron's thoughts, only to find a tear dripping down his hand at some point. Sauron slowly touched the corners of his eyes and laughed at himself, is this considered weakness, maybe, at least he knows that there is still a corner of softness in his heart, reserved for the people he cherishes.

"I will protect what I love—" Sauron closed his eyes, "even if I fall into the abyss—" His eyes opened again, and the tenderness was gone, leaving only his usual indifference. Glancing at the study, Sauron turned into a cloud of black fire and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, Sauron stood in the thick forest, with the inexplicable sound of rustling and the chirping of insects, accompanied by gusts of night wind, and all kinds of small animals haunted in the night.

Sauron raised his head, slowly spread his arms, and remained motionless, as if listening to the world of the night, black flames ignited from under his feet, surging all over his body, like a robe of flames, and the world around him suddenly became quiet, almost oppressive dead silence, as if all life had been extinguished.

Sauron opened his eyes, the last trace of human emotion gradually faded from his golden pupils, he slowly floated into the air, his body tensed, bent forward, as if bearing great pain, the next moment, he suddenly straightened up, a huge bone wing that was extremely disproportionate to his body broke out of his back, thick black flames attached to the bone wings, and jumped with the slow flapping of the wings.

The wings of the bones grew longer and longer, and Sauron's face gradually turned pale and frightening, and then the skin began to slowly wither, like a dying old man. But there was no movement in Sauron's eyes, and he opened his mouth and silently recited an unknown incantation—

Clusters of green and red light slowly drifted in from all directions, eventually merging into Sauron's body, his skin recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face was bloody again. The halo continued to merge into Sauron's body, wisps of blood snaking up the bone wings of his back, turning into strands of flesh.

Gradually, the halo of light flying around it became sparse and finally ceased to appear. The flesh on the wings behind Sauron also stopped growing, and Sauron turned his head, looking at the wings that were still mostly exposed with hideous white bones, and frowned.

"Still not enough." Sauron scanned the surroundings, the moonlight that had been hidden by the canopy of the trees was now shining through the ground, and under the pale moonlight, the lush trees had turned into decaying branches, and the corpses of insects, birds, and small animals were scattered on a yellow woodland.

The wings behind Sauron flicked a few times, turning into flames and disappearing as if they had never been there. I looked at the moon with a cold silver glow, but I felt a little dazzling. With a soft sigh, Sauron vanished, leaving the dead land.

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Section II

In the Ibpicos villa, Isabella and Ipicos stand in a spacious basement, like the secret room in the old mansion on Oak Road, the walls of which are covered with magic patterns to shield them from magical fluctuations.

Ibikos looked at Isabella with an indifferent expression, his expression was a little complicated, and after a long time, he asked sternly: "Are you sure you want to do this, it will probably kill you." ”

Isabella was silent for a while, then nodded a little resolutely, "If Your Highness can do it, then I at least have the courage to try." ”

Ibikos was a little surprised, but didn't show it, "So, let's get started." ”

Isabella nodded, drew her wand, and pointed to a bottle on the table, which contained just ordinary water, and with a wave of her wand, the water in the bottle floated and solidified in the air.

Epikos also drew his wand and pointed it to Isabella, saying, "Dig your heart and cut your bones." ”

In an instant, Isabella's face became frighteningly pale, and the indescribable terrible pain permeated her whole body, piercing her soul, she instinctively wanted to scream, but she gritted her teeth and stopped, and the water that was originally floating steadily in the air rippled, but it only lasted for an instant, and then it collapsed and scattered all over the ground.

Ibpicos stopped the spell the moment the water broke away, but Sabella sat down on the ground, spasming and sobbing uncontrollably.

Ibikos sighed, helped Isabella to her chair, and handed her a glass of hot milk. Isabella took the cup with a slightly trembling hand and took a sip, the warm milk slid down her throat and into her stomach, making her feel much better, as if her body, which had been drained of all its strength, was gradually recovering.

Neither of them spoke, and silence lingered in the basement for a long time, and finally, Isabella whispered, "It's just that at the beginning, I can't bear it...... It's hard to imagine how His Highness did it. ”

"I'm afraid, except for His Highness, no one can do it." Ibikos sighed, "Even a mysterious person can't do it. ”

Isabella raised her head and looked at Ibikos with a complicated expression, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"Do you know the gap between us and Your Highness, Isabella?" Ibikos said leisurely, "Your Highness is colder than us, and this coldness is not only for others, but also for oneself. ”

Isabella didn't speak, just drank the milk, and finally, she put the empty cup aside, got up silently, and said, "Come again." ”

Ibikos was about to refuse, when there was a knock at the entrance to the basement. Ibikos opened the door, and a house-elf stood respectfully in the doorway.

"Your letter, Master Ibikos." The elf holds an envelope in his hand.

Ibikos took the letter, and the elf disappeared with a thud. With no address on his mind, only a name, Epikos walked back to the basement, did not avoid Isabella, and directly opened the letter and read it. When he read it, he used his wand to do a little bit, and the letter burned and turned to ashes.

"Letter from the Ministry of Magic, about Azkaban." Ibikos said.

"Does this have anything to do with me?" Isabella looked calm.

"It has something to do with Your Highness." Ibikos looked at Isabella, "Your Highness plans to go to Azkaban. ”

Isabella gasped, "Where to do what?" ”

"Go and save people, or—" he paused, "—go and kill." ”

Isabella was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to think, and her eyes showed cold hatred. Ibpicos looked at her and sighed.

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Section III

The Weasleys were lucky enough to win the Grand Prize of the Daily Prophet, a whopping 700 Galleons was a lot of money for the Weasleys, who had always been poor, and Mr. Weasley decided to spend a large part of it on a trip to Egypt.

In the bar of a wizard's inn in Cairo, the few wizards sat at their tables in twos and threes, drinking and chatting. A few of the Weasley boys were getting together, playing wizard cards and talking about what they had seen during the day. The exception was Patsy, who had returned to his room early, and had just become the president of the boys' student council, who thought he should take the time to learn how to be a good leader, instead of spending time with a few unconventional brothers. Mr. Weasley chatted with the tavern owner at the bar, while Ginny went back to her room to rest accompanied by Mrs. Weasley, a little girl with fiery red hair exhausted from a hundred days of travel.

"You know, there aren't many Slytherin students who aren't afraid of him." Ron took a sip of Butterbeer and continued, "Even little Malfoy is afraid of him." ”

"Hmm." Bill muttered as he drank his wine, he was the eldest son of the Weasley family and worked at Gringotts. Bill didn't like butterbeer, but Mrs. Weasley forbade him to drink gin. "If you want me to say, Harry's brother will definitely be a big man in the future, either respectable or terrifying."

"Or both." The Weasley twins said in unison, "strong and wise—" "cold and tough—" "compared to him—" Fred and George sang and harmonized, "—little Ronnie was like an idiot!" ”

"You die." Ron demonstratively waved his fists. He was contemplating whether to throw the cards in his hands in the twins' faces when Mrs. Weasley arrived.

"I hope you didn't drink the liquor secretly." She walked over and checked the table, "Go to bed early, boys, you have to get up early tomorrow, there are several pyramids that can only be seen before the sun rises." ”

The brothers were noisily collecting the cards, when an owl flew in, causing several wizards to complain.

"A letter to me." Charlie opened the letter and read it.

"What's going on?" Mr. Weasley also came, probably a little drunk, his big face looked red, and he walked a little unsteadily.

"It's a research camp thing." Charlie frowned, looking very unhappy, "At the camp in Romania, the staff found that someone was hunting dragons without permission, and two of them have been missing. They wanted me to rush back as much as I could, and it seemed that my holiday trip was over. ”

"Then let's go back early." Mr. Weasley patted Charlie on the shoulder and stopped his wife from saying something with his eyes, "Work matters. ”