Section I

When Harry returned to the woods, the woods were filled with panicked crowds, people chatting uneasily, anxiously criing out for relatives and friends, and children crying one after another. It took him a while to find Hermione and Ron by a bush, and Mr. Weasley was with them. Seeing Harry, all three of them hurried forward.

"Oh, you're here." Hermione hugged Harry excitedly, then she stepped back and looked him up and down, "God, you're alright, we're worried about you." ”

"yes, we thought we lost you." Ron nodded, a little uneasy, and said, "You look terrible, what's going on?" ”

"It's nothing, I'm separated from you." Harry just shook his head, and simply prevaricated, now he felt extremely tired, his muscles were sore, and his head was stinging like a pinprick - he knew that it was just the result of overcasting, and the "Holy Judgment" he had just cast had used up almost all his energy.

"Alright, we should go back to the tent." Mr. Weasley whispered, looking at Harry, "You need to rest, especially Harry. After a moment's hesitation, he continued: "Moreover, it seems that the ministry may urgently organize the evacuation of the audience tonight. ”

The three of them made their way through the panicked crowd and walked along the path between the trees towards the tent, where they could see a steady stream of Ministry of Magic staff arriving to calm the panicked crowd and organize their orderly departure.

"What just happened." Ron asked uneasily, "We saw the sky over there suddenly get bright, and then there was a loud, scary roar. ”

"It's a bit complicated." Mr. Weasley hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Simply put, someone cast a terrible spell, and then it was dispelled by another powerful spell, and the spell annihilation caused a huge fluctuation of magical power. ”

"It's scary, it's a mile from camp." Hermione hugged her shoulders and looked pale, "But I can still feel the magic fluctuating." ”

She hesitated, looking at Harry who was speechless, not knowing what to think. Ron was about to ask something, but was interrupted by Mr. Weasley.

"Alright, I'll go back to the tent and explain to you." Mr. Weasley said anxiously, "I hope we can get back to the tent as soon as possible." What happened to the others? ”

"We were separated from them in the dark." Ron said, "There were people all over the place, crowding around. ”

He led Harry, Ron, and Hermione through the crowd and back to the camp. Arriving at the tent, Charlie stuck his head out of the boy's tent.

"Dad, what's going on?" He shouted in the darkness, "Fred, George, and Ginny are back safely, but a few of them—"

"I brought them all back." Mr. Weasley said, stooping into the tent. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed him in.

Bill sat at the small dining table, covering his arm with a sheet, from where blood kept pouring out. Charlie's shirt was torn wide and Percy flaunted his bleeding nose. Fred, George, and Ginny appeared to be fine, but they were all in shock.

"Did you catch them, Daddy?" Bill asked, "The Death Eaters?" ”

Mr. Weasley shook his head silently, the expression on his face mixed.

"The Law Enforcement Department and the rest of the security services were there as soon as they came," he said, "and after you left to evacuate the crowd, we fought the Death Eaters, some of whom fled when they saw the situation was not good, and the rest continued to haunt us. In fact, we quickly gained the upper hand until ......"

"Until what?" Bill, Charlie, and Percy asked in unison.

"There's a very powerful dark wizard," Mr. Weasley hesitated for a long time, and said slowly, "Very powerful, he single-handedly suppressed all the wizards in the Ministry of Magic." ”

Several people present gasped and looked incredulous.

"You're saying that he single-handedly defeated all the Ministry of Magic wizards present?" Percy asked, surprised.

Mr. Weasley smiled ugly and nodded, and he briefly said what had happened next, but deliberately skimmed the danger, and his tone was filled with awe when he said that someone had cast a spell to free them from the siege and repel the mighty dark wizard.

"That's an amazing spell." Mr. Weasley sighed, his eyes narrowing slightly, "The white light, penetrating the heavens and the earth, can dispel darkness and evil, I didn't expect to see it again." ”

"You've seen that spell, Dad, what kind of spell is that?" Fred asked.

"Holy Judgment." Mr. Weasley said word for word, looking at the corner of the table, slightly distracted, as if it brought back some memories for him, "And the only person I know of who can cast this spell is Dumbledore." ”

"You're saying that the person who just helped you was Professor Dumbledore?" Ginny asked in a whisper.

"We couldn't see who cast the spell, and the eyes were full of blazing white light, and we could only see a rough idea." Mr. Weasley shook his head, paused, and continued, "But whoever it is, at least he's on our side." ”

None of the people in the room spoke, digesting the information they had just heard, and Hermione frowned slightly, looking at Harry thoughtfully—he was leaning back on the couch, rubbing his brow with his hands, his face full of exhaustion.

"By the way, how are those Muggles?" Bill asked, "Are they okay?" ”

Mr. Weasley froze, his expression darkened, and he shook his head and said, "We couldn't save them." ”

Several people were stunned, and it seemed that it took a while to understand Mr. Weasley's words, and the two girls covered their mouths, with frightened expressions on their faces, "You mean, they ......"

Mr. Weasley sighed and nodded.

"These goddamn bastards, are they crazy?" Bill angrily said, "We should catch them and throw them in Azkaban!" ”

"I'm afraid we won't have a chance to catch them." Mr. Weasley shook his head, the expression on his face was complicated, as if he recalled the strange and terrifying scene, his voice suddenly became low, and he said word by word, "They are all dead, dead at the hands of that mysterious dark wizard." ”

Silence enveloped everyone, except for Harry, whose faces showed horror and unease, and Ron tried to ask something, but was interrupted by Mr. Weasley.

"Alright, that's the end of the conversation." Mr. Weasley sternly said, "The rest is not your concern, now everyone go to rest." Let's hurry up and get a few hours of sleep, and get out of here early tomorrow morning, and I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic will be busy for the next few days. ”

Harry crawled back onto his double-layered technique, his head buzzing. Now he was exhausted, but he felt unusually sober—sober, and worried.

He had been haunted by that nightmare for some time, and today, the appearance of the mysterious wizard with the same appearance as his mother cast a cloud over his already troubled heart—she called herself Lilith, what her relationship with her mother and to himself, and what her presence meant, Harry had no clue about it.

He couldn't help but feel an irrepressible irritation, first Voldemort, then Sauron, and now another Lilith, and he was vaguely aware that there was some subtle connection between this qiē, like a web of conspiracy weaving around him, but he himself could not break free. Again, his heartfelt thirst for power came stronger than ever.

Harry closed his eyes and saw the Roberts family burning in the air, struggling and wailing to no avail, only to die in agony in despair. They were innocent, did nothing wrong, and fell victim to this catastrophe.

It was the first time he had witnessed death and killing—brutal and real.

Section II

The midday sun shines through the windows of the old house on Oak Road, reflecting the rugged lines on the dark brown floor. Fleur sat by the window, looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, and her ice blue eyes showed a trace of complicated emotions.

When she woke up this morning, she was surprised to find herself in the old Oak Road mansion. She had learned from Saurona that there had been a riot last night and that dozens of people had been killed, including the Muggle camp keeper's family.

Fleur couldn't tell what she felt when she learned about it—horror, sadness, or whatever. She remembered Sauron's expression as he recounted the incident—calm, indifferent, as he was used to. Fleur couldn't see what Sauron was deliberately avoiding or hiding anything, but her instincts told her that Sauron's role in the matter was more than just an indifferent bystander, and the subsequent visit of Epikos only deepened her suspicions.

At the same time, in the study on the back side of the old house, Sauron and Ipicos were talking about something, and on the small table next to them, the teapot wafted out of the mist, carrying the unique fragrance of black tea.

"There is chaos in the Ministry, and reporters from all walks of life are almost about to open the doors of the Ministry of Magic, and the heads of the various departments are anxious." Epikos said with a wry smile, holding a stack of materials in his hand, "Honestly, you've caused a **** annoyance to the Ministry of Magic this time. ”

"Oh, yes." Sauron didn't care, and instead asked, "How is the investigation going?" ”

"In the last 12 hours, we have compared ticket sales records, camp registration records and the use of the teleportation key network, and contacted all the wizards in the UK who came to watch the World Cup, and we have not found any wizards killed in last night's practice." Ibikos shrugged his shoulders and looked at Sauron, "It's abnormal, unless the people who are making trouble are foreigners, or they are not spectators of the World Cup, but they only go there after the World Cup." ”

"Hmm." Sauron raised an eyebrow and said playfully, "Looks like you're still very efficient?" ”

"Merlin is on top, this almost killed us. All the people in the security services stayed up all night, and think about it, there are almost four thousand people inside the UK who need to be confirmed. Ibikos sighed, the blue-black under his eyes looking obvious, "Your magic has swept away the surrounding qiē, leaving us not even a bit of dregs. Without the body, we would not have been able to identify ourselves, let alone trace anything else. ”

"Let's have a cup of tea, it tastes good." Ignoring Ibpicos' complaints, Sauron picked up the teapot and poured it full of his own and Ibpicos' cups, and took a sip with great enjoyment, "Don't put on that bitter gourd face, come with me to meet a few people, maybe it will help you." ”

Sauron stood up, walked over to the bookshelf, and chanted a spell at a phoenix-like carving, and the bookshelf slowly moved to both sides, revealing a deep tunnel.

"Give it to me." Sauron spoke, and walked into the tunnel on his own. Seeing this, Ibikos was stunned for a moment before he suddenly reacted and quickly followed.

Behind Ibikos, the shelves closed again, obscuring the exit. The tunnel was pitch black, and Epikos had to light his wand, and Sauron walked slowly ahead, as if the darkness had no problem for him. The tunnel was very deep, and the two men walked down for about a few minutes before reaching the basement at the end.

As the two of them stepped into the basement, the torches on the walls burned automatically, not small, the walls were engraved with mysterious and intricate magic patterns, glowing low in the dimness. At this time, Ibikos noticed that in the corner on the other side there were several figures, wrapped in something, hanging in the air.

Ibikus followed Sauron over to the men and saw them clearly. Three men and one woman all looked very old. They were weak, their heads drooping and dying, but what terrified Ibpicos was what was wrapped around them—dark red vines hanging upside down from the roof, wrapping the three of them tightly, and as they breathed, the vines wriggled slowly like snakes.

"You've got a mouthful." Ibikos said in surprise.

"It's not surprising." Sauron said, his eyes fixed on the few people hanging in mid-air, "I can spare your hand in battle, and naturally I can bring people out in chaos." ”

Epikos nodded—in fact, Epikos had received a message from Sauron the night before the riot broke out, so he wasn't as unprepared as the others seemed to be; In the ensuing battle, when Sauron unleashed the spell, Epikos quickly realized that the power of the spell was not as strong as it was for others. With Sauron's ability, since he can distract himself while manipulating the range spell, it is not impossible to transfer a few people while everyone is busy resisting the spell.

"Have you interrogated them?" Ibpicos asked, carefully leaning over to the hapless bastards and surveying them as he watched the strange vines, "They look terrible." ”

"Don't worry, they won't die." Sauron said lightly, snapping his fingers, and the vines slowly stretched out, hanging the four of them to the ground.

"As for interrogation, I haven't found time yet." Sauron drew his wand and whispered, "Recover." ”

The four of them slowly opened their eyes, looking dazed and empty, and after a long while, they gradually regained their senses. When they looked around them, fear came over their faces, and they struggled and cried out in horror.

"Where are we? Where are we ......" "Let go of me, I don't know anything......" "Please, let go of my ......"

"All right, ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet." Sauron said with a smile, his tone relaxed and pleasant, as if he were organizing an evening party at school. "Now, I have a few questions that I hope you will answer to me."

"I don't know anything! I don't know anything! One man shouted, "Why did you lock me up here and let me ......!" ”

The man's words came to an abrupt halt - dark red vines crawled up his face, pierced his lips like needles, and sealed his mouth in a dense vein. The man struggled violently, but to no avail, and the blood dripped down his jaw and fell onto the vines, which were quickly absorbed, and the vines seemed to be stimulated and squirmed with excitement.

The other three watched in horror, their eyes wide, but none of them dared to say anything. Frightened by the bloody scene in front of them, the three of them seemed to be much more sober.

"Now, then, who can sue me, who are you?" Sauron clapped his hands and said word for word, "And who organized your actions last night?"

He stooped down and brought his face to the girl, like a snake, and stared with his dark golden eyes at the poor victim in front of him—a very good-looking little girl, with brown hair, big eyes, and inconspicuous freckles. "Can you sue me, sweetheart?"

"I ...... My name is Jennifer Franklin and I'm a ...... Student, studying at Perryton School of Magic, USA. The girl stumbled, her eyes looking extraordinarily wide with frightened eyes, and she was shining with watery tears, "Please, let me go, I don't know anything......"

"Well, okay, let me try someone else." Sauron pursed his lips and got up and walked over to another person, who looked to be in his thirties, the oldest of them, "So, sir, can you tell me who organized you to come here?" ”

"Me, I'm just a grocery store owner." The man said in horror, seeing Sauron's slightly narrowed eyes, he hurriedly said, "It's Justin, Justin Andorra, he's the vice president of our organization, and it's he who started this activity." ”

"Yes, it looks like we've got something to gain." Sauron sighed and said, "Organization, what organization?" ”

"Blood Purity Movement Organization." The man said, "We advocate the purification of wizarding bloodlines, and oppose intermarriage between wizards and Muggles, and I'm just a normal participant, and I don't know anything else......"

"Sounds like an organization of remnants of the Death Eaters, but we haven't heard of them before, and they're not on the watch list." Epikos said to Sauron, looking at the man and asking condescendingly, "Where is your organization, and are you Death Eaters?" ”

"No, I'm not a Death Eater...... Maybe someone is, but I'm not a Death Eater......" The man said without a word, "I'm an American, and so are the others......"

"Americans?" Sauron raised an eyebrow, "It seems that their penchant for reaching out is always uncorrectable. ”

Epikos didn't pay attention to Sauron's words, and continued to ask, "You have Death Eaters, so you are also followers of the Mystery?" ”

"Uh, no, we're not." The other man spoke, and seeing Sauron's gaze turn to him, he said cautiously, "We respect the ideas that the mysterious man advocated back then, and we ...... Put the mystery man ...... Be our spiritual guide......"

Epikos was stunned for a moment, "So, you are pretending to be a Death Eater and making trouble at the World Cup, just to promote your ideas in front of the public, and incidentally express your remembrance of your spiritual master?" He shook his head and smiled helplessly, "It's cute." ”

"Alright, Ibikos." "This is not a place to interrogate prisoners, and we can't stay here all day interrogating them. I'm going to change their memories to make them forget what happened to me and send them somewhere else, and you'll need to come up with a plan that will make it reasonable for you to find and arrest them. ”

Sauron walked around the four of them, looking at the shivering men, "Still, I don't think you need so many people. ”

Hearing Sauron's words, the four of them trembled even more, and the vines on their bodies seemed to sense their fear and squirmed excitedly.

"Let me think about it......" Sauron said to himself, looking at a few people, and then his gaze rested on the two men who had just spoken, "It's just the two of you." ”

"No, please." The girl named Jennifer cried out, she looked at Sauron beggingly, her face turned pale with horror, and she could clearly see the tears on her cheeks, "Don't kill me, let me go, I don't know anything......"

"Oh, poor girl." Sauron said regretfully, his right hand raised slightly, and the vines obediently rolled her up, and his frightened face was face to face with Sauron. Sauron reached out and gently stroked her face, feeling cold, I don't know if it was because of fear or tears.

"You're beautiful." Sauron said softly, "If I had been, I would have loved such a beautiful face. ”

He leaned over and kissed the girl on the lips, her eyes panicked at first, but soon became foggy, as if she had lost her mind, and responded fiercely to Sauron.

Ibikos stood and watched, puzzled but silent, and soon understood what Sauron was doing—a faint blue mist emanating from the girl's body, converging towards her head, and finally being sucked into Sauron's body along the lips where they kissed together.

The kiss didn't last long, and when Sauron let go of Jennifer, Epikos saw her head tilted limply, and her beautiful face with eyes wide open, but there was no trace of brilliance in it—a fatal kiss that sucked her soul out of her body. Ibikos couldn't help but feel a chill that chilled him in the bones, he had only seen such a fatal kiss in one place, in Azkaban.

Sauron took a deep breath, wondering if he was reminiscing about the kiss he had just given or tasting the young soul, but this qiē seemed particularly terrifying to the other people. Sauron turned his head and looked at Ibikos, which made him shudder slightly.

"You go up first, I still have to do some cleanup." Sauron said, I'll come later.

Ibikos nodded and walked quickly to the door, relieved in his heart. Sauron stood there as Epikos walked into the passageway, and behind him, a girl dressed in red silently emerged from the darkness.

"I don't think it's necessary." The girl said, a light and gentle voice sounding in the dark secret room, dyed with a hint of calmness, "Those five people knew much more than these four last night. ”

"Shirley, Shirley. You are more faithful than him, but not as wise as him. Sauron replied to the question, rubbing his wand to himself, "Besides, since it's for the Ministry of Magic to be a witness, you have to let someone choose it." ”

"You're always right." The girl bowed slightly, and turned to look at the four people, "What about these people." ”

"You hear that too, revise the memories of these two men within twelve hours, and send them to the agreed place, as for these two useless people-" Sauron looked at the girl's body and the man who was gagged, "the same as the five last night." ”

The girl's face was smiling happily, like a child who had received a favorite toy. She turned to look at her victim, her blood-colored dress dragging to the ground, turning into wisps of vines, connected to the others. Shirley raised her right hand and shook it slightly, and the vines that wrapped around her prey grew wildly, tightly strangling the poor victims, piercing their skin, and devouring their flesh.

None of this seemed to have anything to do with Sauron, though, and he left the chamber on his own, the oozing sound of broken bones and flesh mingling with faint screams echoing through the darkness.

Section III

Bidding farewell to Epikos at the door, Sauron turned around and saw Fleur standing at the door of the living room, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong, dear." Sauron stepped forward and grabbed the girl's waist, but she gently pushed her away.

"We've got to talk, dear." Fleur whispered, looking into Sauron's eyes, emerald green eyes clear and gentle.

Sauron was stunned for a moment, but nodded, and took the girl's hand and walked towards the back of the room together, and the two pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and the afternoon sun cast dappled light and shadow in the garden through the dense branches of the old trees by the wall. The two sat on the benches under the trees, but neither of them spoke for a while, and the unknown birds chirped among the leaves, adding a touch of life to the summer afternoon.

"Last night's incident had something to do with you, didn't it?" Fleur whispered, her eyes staring at the flickering spots on the ground, "You knew about this from the beginning, and Ipicos came to you before the game started. ”

Sauron took a breath, but didn't make a sound, and there was no emotion on his face calmly.

There was another unspeakable silence, and after some time, the girl stood up and turned her back to Sauron, "I'm going back to France to prepare for the start of school, thank you for spending this holiday with me." After a pause, as if taking a deep breath, "I'll be in the Triwizard Tournament and I'll see you then." ”

With that, the girl walked straight to the door.

"No one was hurt in Beauxbatons." Sauron said suddenly, still not getting up, "Your godmother, and your classmates, are all safe and sound. ”

The girl stopped and turned her head slightly, "Thank you." ”

Fleur left the garden, leaving Sauron alone on a bench, quietly watching the direction she had gone.

A gust of wind blew, startling away the birds in the trees, and the leaves fell silently like tears across the face......