Section I

Clouds obscured the sky, and blood rained down from the sky, staining the earth scarlet. There were corpses everywhere, wails of pain mixed with blood, as the cold wind struck.

Harry was standing on the hellish ground, looking around in confusion when he saw a group of people running in the distance. As the crowd drew closer, Harry was surprised to find that there were many familiar faces among them, including Ron, Hermione, Ginny, the Weasley twins, and even Zhang Qiu and Neville...... They ran in panic, fear written all over their faces.

"Ron, ......" Harry was about to speak when a thunderous roar rang from the sky. Harry looked up and saw something that made his pupils shrink - it was a black dragon that spread its wings like gigantic and rushed towards the running crowd.

For a moment, Harry felt a chill in his chest, and he saw the dragon open its mouth and spew out a black flame that instantly engulfed the crowd like a tidal wave. People struggled in the black fire, wailing out in despair and pain, and finally turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind. All this qiē was like a knife piercing his heart......

Harry snapped his eyes open, and into the slightly low roof and pictorial-covered walls, and on the other bed across from him, Ron was sleeping, snoring in a low voice. Harry slowly woke up - he was lying on the bed in Ron's bedroom, and everything he had been dreaming had been.

Harry sat up slightly, feeling the pajamas on his back soaking wet and cold against his skin. He glanced at Ron, who was still asleep, and got out of bed lightly, and walked to the window.

The sun had not yet risen, and the horizon shone with a pale blue glow, and a thin mist still gathered on the grass in front of the Burrow, surging gently in the breeze. The cool breeze with a slight smell of grass blew through the window on Harry's face, calming his mood a lot.

Harry hesitated, then disappeared by the window, silently appearing in the open space in front of the Burrow. He stepped barefoot on the manicured grass, and the low blades of grass were covered with dew, which felt soft and cool. It was quiet, the Weasleys and Hermione hadn't gotten up yet, and in the huge yard, only the low chirping of grass insects could be heard.

Nearly a week had passed since Sauron's training had ended, and Dumbledore had taken him and Delacul out of the forest before sending him directly to the Burrow. Harry didn't know where Sauron had gone, and Dumbledore hadn't told him, but Harry could sense that Dumbledore was conflicted and helpless about what Sauron had done and was going to do. In fact, ever since he started training with Sauron, a growing sense of unease has been haunting him.

Harry couldn't help but think of the nightmare he had just had, and he had been dreaming the same thing for the past few days—a hellish world, a black dragon, and a companion who had died tragically in the black flames. He didn't know what the dream portended, or rather, he just didn't want to admit it.

"What should I do?" Harry muttered to himself, his calm face not showing his affection.

He stretched out his hand and curled his fingers slightly, and a trace of water vapor gathered between his fingers, condensed into a ball of clear and transparent water, and then froze into a crystal clear ice crystal, floating quietly in the palm of his hand. Harry smiled as he looked at the floating ice, and since finishing his training in the deep forest, Harry had clearly noticed his progress, and he felt that he had become more proficient in mastering magic, or rather, more freewheeling. It was an indescribable realization, and Harry knew that it was what Sauron called the perception of the origin of magic.

"One day, I will be as strong as you." Harry said slowly, looking up at the horizon, where the sun had just shown its horizon and shrouded the vast earth in a golden glow, "Whatever fate ends, I will be qualified to face it with you." ”

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Section II

In the old mansion on Oak Road, Sauron sat on the sofa in his study, holding coffee in his hand, and looked at Epikos with a stern face.

"My lord, the American has appealed to the Ministry of Magic again." Epikos handed Sauron a copy of the information, "Although the evidence he provided does not directly implicate you, some people in the ministry seem to want to take advantage of the opportunity, and we are very passive now. ”

"Oh, let me guess." Sauron narrowed his eyes and flipped through the material, "It's Barty Crouch's old thing." ”

Ibikos nodded, "He's an influence in the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic, trying to convince the people of the committee to investigate the matter further. Epikos looked at Sauron, "He's targeting us, in fact, he secretly tried to convince the people of the Law Enforcement Division to send a team to that town to conduct a residual magic test, but without success. ”

"Hmph." Sauron sneered, "As long as that group of politicians is in their brains, they won't agree to Crouch's approach." So far, we've never had a bad deal with the Ministry of Magic, and the higher-ups can't afford to offend a demigod and several ancient families for the sake of the Exiled Waste. Sauron paused for a moment, then said coldly, "Once the Ministry of Magic investigates deeply, then there is a good chance that I will be found, and then they will have to take action against me. But they couldn't get Dumbledore's attitude, and if Dumbledore didn't show up, with the bunch of rubbish from the Ministry of Magic, they wouldn't be able to help me at all. At that point, the Ministry of Magic would be discredited, which would be a disaster for the politicians, so the top brass of the Ministry of Magic would not support Barty, but would try to prevaricate the matter as much as possible. ”

"My lord, with all due respect." Ibpicos hesitated, "Dumbledore's attitude towards your actions ......"

"Acquiescence," said Sauron, "actually, from the very beginning, he knew what I was going to do. ”

Ibikos showed a surprised expression, but seeing that Sauron didn't want to say more, he wisely didn't continue the topic, and instead lowered his voice and asked, "So, what do we need to do next?" ”

"Keep an eye on that old crouch thing, don't let him influence Fudge too much, and give Fudge some support if necessary, although Fudge has always been neutral, at least he won't do stupid things." Sauron said slowly, a sinister smile on his face, "Our ultimate goal is to control the Ministry of Magic, not to destroy it, and when we have enough political power, I will personally crush those who get in the way." ”

Ibikos was slightly stunned, then showed a hint of excitement. Some officials, led by Barty Crouch, have been making trouble for Ibikos, some of them because of political conflicts, some because of family grievances, and in fact, even within the Slytherin government, which has always been unanimous with the outside world, Ibikos is also suffering from resistance.

If a demigod like Sauron makes a move, the hostile forces will inevitably be swept away quickly, but this bloody purge will inevitably lead to turmoil and panic in the top of the political circles, so that Epikos and they need to have enough political influence to fill the power vacuum in time and control the contradictions caused by the purge within the scope of the safety belt. When the forces of all parties reach a compromise and balance again, then in the new political structure, the forces of Sauron's side will inevitably have an overwhelming advantage. "My lord, for that American—" Ibikos lowered his voice and said slowly, "Do you need to shut him up?" ”

"He's still useful." Sauron shook his head slightly, "Leaving him at that time was just a small experiment, otherwise how could he have had the opportunity to say this." ”

Sauron raised his hand, wisps of black fire gathered in his palm, turning into a burning eye, the dark golden pupils were like blades embedded in the flames, revealing hideousness and evil, and for a moment, Epikos, who was standing next to him, felt a chill. Around the pupils, black flames danced, turning into hideous and distorted faces from time to time, letting out a silent wail.

"I heard that he was the leader of the group of Wanderers, and that he was the headmaster of a magic school." Sauron looked at the magic eye in his hand, and a sneer appeared on his face, "Perhaps, it will be a very useful chess piece." ”

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Section III

Seeing Ibikos off, Sauron walked through the living room to the door that led to the backyard of the building, and after a moment's hesitation, he gently pushed the door open. The fragrance of plants and the faint smell of earth mingle to make people feel relaxed and cozy, and among a clump of pale blue lilies, an elf-like maiden is watering plants with a magic wand, and the sun shines on her long silver hair, reflecting a mysterious sheen. Sensing Sauron's arrival, the girl turned around and smiled faintly.

"There was nothing in this garden." Sauron smiled and said, "I have to admit that you are very good at taking care of plants. ”

The two of them gently hugged each other, quietly feeling each other's presence, and the girl pressed her head against Sauron's forehead and sighed softly. "This garden is no longer barren because of me," said the maiden lightly, pressing her hand to Sauron's chest, "but what about here?" ”

Sauron was stunned for a moment, a wry smile appeared on his face, he gently held the girl's face, looked into her eyes, those pale blue eyes, I don't know when there was a trace of tears.

"My silly girl." Sauron whispered, "To me, you are like a ray of early morning sunshine. He pressed his hand on the girl's hand, "Here, there will always be a softness for you." ”

"Honestly, Sauron, I'm scared." The girl said, "I can feel the blood on your body, it is so strong that it is terrifying, I don't know what you did, I don't want to know, I just want you to remember that no matter what happens, at least there are people in this world who love you, and there are people waiting for you." ”

"I promise you." Sauron said softly, he took a step back, but the hand on his chest did not let go, and pressed the girl's hand tightly against his chest. As a wave of magic spread from him, Sauron's pupils turned dark gold, and under the girl's surprised gaze, Sauron whispered in a low and solemn tone:

"I swear by my real name that I will always protect you, my beloved, to the end of the world!"