Section I

It was not until midnight that the people began to leave, and the people who had had been having fun seemed to have squandered their long-stored enthusiasm and restlessness, and walked slowly back to the camp in groups of threes and twos, humming songs or talking about the anecdotes of the party.

Sauron and Fleur walked back to the camp holding hands in the sparse crowd. The girl had a great time today, and spent almost all of her time dancing with Sauron, and Sauron was a little surprised by the amount of energy, and after drinking a considerable amount of sweet wine, she was unsurprisingly dyed with a hint of drunkenness, and her long silver hair against her slightly flushed face made her look particularly charming.

It was past midnight when the two returned to the camp, and the camp was quickly immersed in silence under the starry night. At the girl's insistence, the two of them sat quietly at the door of the tent wrapped in a soft and warm blanket, letting the evening breeze with the smell of grass and insects caress their faces.

It's a wonderful feeling, in this quiet and peaceful night, the two of them snuggled up to each other, without a word, but they could clearly feel each other's hearts - people always have different understandings of happiness, and for the two of them at this moment, happiness is so simple and real.

The maiden leaned into Sauron's arms, perhaps from drunkenness, and she looked a little sleepy. Holding Sauron's arm tightly, the girl closed her eyes and hummed an unknown song, her voice ethereal and agile, and carried with the evening breeze into the distant void, and the void was no longer empty.

The language of the song was not human, but more close to the language of some kind of ancient elves, and from the few special affixes that appeared from time to time, Sauron could vaguely feel the resonance of psionic energy. He listened quietly to the girl's singing, and his heart was quiet, and even the pain brought to him by the never-ending fire in the depths of his soul was much calmer. This song seems to have some kind of mysterious magic, when Sauron immersed his mind in the song, he seemed to see a beautiful fairyland, countless creatures inhabited it, enjoying the qiē given to them by that paradise, every qiē seemed so beautiful and peaceful, people couldn't help but yearn for it.

"Holy Spirit Secret Realm......" Sauron whispered to himself, and he couldn't help but think of the source of divinity that had been thinking about him for a long time.

As his mind turned, the fire of origin in the depths of Sauron's soul stirred, and his own dark and oppressive power surged, instantly dispelling the ethereal feeling that the song had brought him, and there was no trace of it. The cold night breeze blew, mixed with the low chirping of grass insects and the rustle of leaves, and Sauron let out a sigh of relief and shook his head slightly.

He glanced at the girl in his arms, and saw that she had already fallen asleep quietly, as if she was afraid of Sauron leaving, and she hugged Sauron tightly, and a few strands of silky silver hair on her forehead were scattered on her reddish face, making her look so beautiful. Sauron brushed her face with his fingers, the touch between his fingers soft and warm, reassuring him.

He raised his head and stared at the deep night sky, his strength was so strong under the night, but at this moment, Sauron felt a little tired inexplicably, he wanted to fall asleep with his beloved like this, and let all the attachment and pain go away with the wind.

But he couldn't, once he made some choices, he couldn't change them, and since he had embarked on such a path, there was no turning back, and he knew that this qiē was the price he had to pay.

"Regret it?" Sauron asked himself, "After tasting the taste of happiness, are you weak enough to begin to grow tired of this endless torment?" ”

Sauron was silent, lost in a long period of contemplation, restless and repressed power slowly escaping from him with his chaotic thoughts, enveloping the surrounding camp. Gradually, the surroundings became silent, and many of the people who had already fallen asleep were frowning or showing pain and fear on their faces, just because they had fallen into a nightmare without realizing it.

"Sauron...... Sauron......" A murmuring whisper came from the sound so familiar that it pulled Sauron out of his musings, and the power he had unconsciously escaped disappeared at the same time.

He looked down to see that the girl in his arms was still asleep, and she hugged Sauron tightly, her face showing a hint of unease, and a few lines of tears were clearly visible in the moonlight.

"Sauron......" she whispered in her sleep, with a plea in her voice, "don't leave me. ”

Sauron choked, at this moment he no longer cared about those obsessions that were tangled in his heart, he suddenly realized that compared to those empty principles and ideas, nothing is more important than protecting those who love him deeply, even if he has been filling his thirst for revenge for more than ten years, it is far less than this.

It is the choice of what to choose when revenge conflicts with the protection of what he loves, and for a long time, Sauron has avoided this cruel and acute question, whether consciously or unconsciously, because he has not had the courage to face it head-on, until now.

Sauron suddenly realized that the past was gone, that it could not be recovered, and that it was not worth sacrificing more for what had been lost; And the root of the hatred that has sustained him for a long time is actually his fear of losing again, his obsession with protecting the people he loves, even though at first, he didn't know what he had to lose or who he could protect.

This is hatred, and when stripped of the layers of repeated appearances, it is essentially the path that Sauron chose to pursue the deepest desires of his heart, but not the desires themselves; And all the conspiracy, killing, and destruction that goes with it are merely means of removing obstacles in the way of progress.

For a moment, Sauron felt an indescribable clarity, the whole world becoming clearer and more real in his eyes, and his own sense of existence becoming more obscure. From this moment on, he is above hatred - he faces it and accepts it, but his heart is no longer disturbed by hatred. The dark golden pupils in his eyes appeared silently, becoming sharper and deeper than ever, and Sauron felt his power once again transform to a higher level, just as he had made when he had completed the test of life and death: all the hatred, pain, and calamity of the world had turned into his strength, the coldest and most powerful blade in his hand.

Sauron looked at the girl who was still sleeping in his arms, his eyes were full of tenderness, although he still showed the golden sword pupils for a long time, there was no trace of cold coercion revealed, and all the power was perfectly restrained by him. He narrowed his eyes, and black flames silently ignited behind him, turning into a pair of huge dragon wings, encircling the two of them in the middle, and the flames on the dragon wings were eerie and mysterious in the silver moonlight.

In the midst of the dragon's wings, Sauron bent down to press himself and the girl's forehead together, whispering an ancient and mysterious incantation. With a faint fluctuation of magic, wisps of dark blue light escaped from his body, and then as if being pulled by it, it silently infiltrated the girl's body.

It was the spirit of Sauron, the source of his strength and soul. After being purified by Sauron's Origin Fire, the pure spirit without a trace of impurities was extracted from his soul by him and gently injected into the girl's body, silently nourishing her spirit and **. This method was undoubtedly extravagant, and the amount of spirit infused into the girl's body was equivalent to the souls of dozens of adult wizards, or hundreds of Muggles combined, and even for a being like Sauron, such a large number of pure spirits were precious.

However, in Sauron's opinion, for the sake of the people he cherishes, such a sacrifice is completely worth it. Just like in Harry's training not long ago, he also injected Harry with a huge amount of spirit to support him to complete the transformation of his soul and power, but this time the spirit was forcibly plundered from the entire surrounding forest, and the price paid was ** burned into nothingness by the Origin - although it was part of his plan, the unimaginable risks and pain in the process were real.

When the girl had fallen into a peaceful sleep under the soothing of the spirit, Sauron carefully placed her on the bed in the bedroom, carefully covered her with the quilt, and he quietly watched the sleeping girl for a while, then turned and left the bedroom and walked outside the tent. In the dead of night, under the dark and deep canopy, Sauron felt better than ever—he saw through the hatred in his heart, but this did not mean that he forgot about it, on the contrary, it solved the confusion in his heart, and Sauron could use his cold and powerful power more freely.

Sauron was still Sauron, his heart cold and hard as steel, ready to defend his happiness with the pain and death of others without mercy. He was like that, from beginning to end, his gentleness was reserved only for those whom he cherished—but there were not many of those he cherished in this world.

In the cold, damp evening breeze, Fordtor flew silently and landed on his shoulder, where Sauron gently stroked its smooth feathers and let the phoenix peck at his ears affectionately.

"It was a wonderful night, wasn't it?" Sauron muttered to himself, and then along with the phoenix on his shoulder, he turned into a black mist and silently dissipated into the void......

PS: I've been really busy lately, and the objective conditions really don't allow the doctor to conceive and code words, so the doctor kneels down to apologize.

New Year's Day has arrived, and I wish all readers a happy New Year, all the best, and a happy family.