Section I

When the first rays of morning light emerged from the sky, as if a silent call sounded deep in his heart, Harry felt a throbbing, and he opened his eyes to find that before he knew it, the night had quietly left, and a new day had begun.

Last night, Harry pondered the various insights he had learned during the spell casting, and then as Soo had said, he meditated to perceive the world around him. He tried to calm his mind and eliminate a distraction that had nothing to do with it, and slowly, his consciousness entered a certain ethereal state, and his spiritual sense diffused, merging his spirit with nature, and unconsciously, he passed the night like this, until the moment when day and night alternated, the transformation of darkness and light was sensitively captured by him, and pulled him out of meditation.

Harry felt as if he was thinking a lot, but it was vague, as if he had been in a long dream. Harry frowned, trying to capture the slightest hint of sensation in his mind, but had no clue.

"Just get used to it." Sauron's voice came, "I was about the same as you when I first meditated, but to be honest, I didn't expect you to succeed in your first meditation. ”

Sauron sat across from Harry, looking at him with half-squinted eyes, faintly visible golden pupils; Wisps of black flame burned on the surface of his robes, and in the dim forest, it looked very mysterious.

Harry stood up, stretched his body, and sat motionless on the woodland all night, Harry was surprised to find that he did not feel sore and stiff, on the contrary, he felt that he was in very good shape, as if he had just slept soundly on a holiday that did not require an early wake-up, and, as Sauron said, another night had passed, and Harry still did not feel hungry.

"What should I do today?" Harry asked.

Sauron stood up, took a deep breath, stretched out his arms as if to embrace the sky, and the black flames around him leaped again, enveloping the entire magic circle with a raging fire.

"Continuing yesterday's training." Sauron said, "When you can calmly cast spells here, we'll do something else." ”

"I've been able to cast spells, I did it yesterday." Harry argued, resolute.

Sauron raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident." ”

Harry looked at Sauron and took a deep breath, he raised his wand and said calmly, "Except for your weapons!" ”

A dazzling red light burst out from the tip of Harry's staff and shot at Sauron on the other side, Sauron showed a hint of surprise, he snorted coldly, and the spell dissipated abruptly in front of him.

Sauron narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry for a moment, then he raised his right hand, and wisps of black flames converged between his fingers, and a moment later, the inky blue wand was held in his hand, diffusing a mysterious and oppressive aura.

"In that case, let's get down to business." Sauron said faintly, a grim smile on his lips, "Next, fight me with all your might, my brother." ”

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Section II

On the eleventh floor of the Ministry of Magic, in the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ipicos sat behind the desk that belonged to him, frowning at the text in front of the handler. As he once told Sauron, this kind of office work was usually boring and tedious, but Ibikos was patient enough to keep things organized.

"Bang bang." There was a knock on the office door, and Ibikos looked up, "Please come in, the door is unlocked." ”

The door was pushed open, and a tall, thin male wizard walked in, wearing thin metal-rimmed glasses and fiery red hair, he was stunned for a moment when he saw Ibikos, and then said in a somewhat stiff tone: "Where is Mr. Crowle, Mr. Clauch wants me to give him some of the text." ”

"Well, there's no need to be so troublesome, Patsy." Ibikos said calmly, "Mr. Claure has something to do, and it is estimated that he will not be able to return until the evening, so he can hand over the text to me." ”

"I don't think you understand what I mean." Patsy frowned, an offended expression, "This is an important document that Mr. Crouch has given me to the Director of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, Mr. Claure, not you. ”

"So, allow me to explain." Ibikos stood up and squinted at Patsy, "Mr. Claure has also told me that in his absence, I will take full charge of the affairs of the office. ”

The two of them were at a stalemate, and after a long while, Patsy snorted coldly, threw Wen Jiàn on the desk at the door, and turned to leave the office.

"No." Ibikos also sneered, he waved his wand and closed the office door, and then took a picture of Wen Jiàn on the table at the door. There were two copies of the text, covered with thick parchment, and one was about the legal coordination of the Quidditch World Cup, which Ibikos glanced at and placed on the stack of texts that Zi was working on; He picked up another document with a dark red seal on the cover representing the director-level review authority, and a line of words written in thick printing - "Opinions on the Implementation of the Legal Provisions Related to the Triwizard Tournament (with Dispute Mediation Memorandum and Supplementary Terms to be Considered)"

Ibikos thought for a moment, put the report in a drawer to the side, and went on with his work.

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, all kinds of staff come and go, and a tall stone statue stands in the center of the hall. Fudge himself. Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, Bartick? Rauch stood in front of the window, looking down at the hall, his eyes revealing mixed emotions - he should have been sitting in this office, looking down at his own statue.

The office door was pushed open, and Crouch turned around to see Connelly Fudge coming in through the door, dressed in a black trench coat and top hat.

"Oh, sorry Crouch, for keeping you waiting." Fudge said as he undressed, hanging his coat and hat on the shelf, "I've been very busy lately, I've just come back from France, Merlin is on top, and the French are really dragging their feet." ”

"Well, that's true." "It's all coming together," Crouch said. ”

"Huh." Fudge sat down on the couch in front of his desk, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Crouch, and poured himself a cup, "Barty, what are you doing with me?" ”

Crouch's expression became stern, "I mentioned to you, Fudge, that the Ministry of Magic is now threatened by some conspirators. He looked at Fudge, his brow furrowed, "The Slytherin family is expanding their influence in politics, and we should be aware that this is a red flag, and we should take the necessary measures." ”

Fudge was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down his teacup, his gaze averting Mr. Crouch's eyes, and said with an unnatural smile, "Look, Crouch, I think you're a little too nervous." We all know that it's all well right now, and as for the well, Slytherins, they've been very supportive of our work, like Mr. Malfoy, who just gave St. Mungo a big sum a few days ago. ”

"Well, with all due respect, you're too optimistic." Barty Crouch shook his head, "They support you for a purpose, you know, they always have, they pretend to support the Ministry of Magic, take the opportunity to expand their influence, and then slowly grab the power in their hands, just like they did when the Dark Lord rose." ”

"Barty, Barty." Fudge was a little helpless, he took a sip of tea, and then looked at Crouch, "Your loyalty to the Ministry of Magic is obvious to all, but old friend, I have to say, you are always stubbornly prejudiced against the Slytherins. "Perhaps, the Slytherin families did something dishonorable, but a lot of them couldn't help themselves, didn't they?" But it's over, the Dark Lord has fallen, and they've settled down, isn't that great, there's no need to dwell on what happened back then. ”

"Hmph, settle down." Barty Crouch sneered, "Vipers always bite, Fudge. He pulled out a document and handed it to Fudge, "The Dark Lord has fallen, but they're looking for a new backer for themselves. ”

Fudge raised an eyebrow, he glanced at the sneering Crouch, and then flipped open the text in his hand.

"What is this?" Fudge frowned, he looked at the material in his hand, the first page was a photo, the person in the photo was Sauron, "What do you mean by this, could it be that this kid is your so-called Slytherin backer, it's just inexplicable." ”

"Don't kid yourself, Fudge." Barty Crouch stared at the Minister of Magic and said word by word, "Don't say you don't know anything about him. ”

Fudge's face turned ugly, and he hesitated, "He's still a minor, and he's still attending Hogwarts......"

"He's a powerful and dangerous dark wizard!" Crouch interrupted Fudge unceremoniously, "We all know that he has been involved in several murders and disappearances in the past few years, and now that he is so close to the Slytherin family that there is no doubt that in a few years, he will be the new Voldemort." ”

"Oh, Merlin is on top." Fudge's face turned even paler, and his voice trembled a little, "This is ridiculous, after investigation, the committee has determined that those cases were committed by the Death Eaters who were not caught, and besides, at the interrogation meeting, Dumbledore also agreed with this, and offered to vouch for Sauron." ”

"Dumbledore, do you think Dumbledore can be trusted?" Barty retorted, "He's a demigod, his thoughts are not at all clear to you and me, and let's face it, he never really took the Ministry of Magic seriously, and in fact, we simply can't hold him accountable to us." ”

Fudge's breathing became intense, and he was a little agitated, slowly picking up the teacup to prevent the tea from spilling out as it should be shaking. Fudge took a sip of his tea, trying to calm himself down, and for a long time, he said slowly, as if trying to convince Crouch, or whoever was to convince him, "Okay, I think you're thinking things too hard, maybe we've all been a little nervous with too much work lately, old friend." He glanced down at the material in his hand, closed it with some fear, and handed it back to Crouch, "That's all for today, I still have some things to do." ”

Mr. Crouch took a deep breath and squinted at Fudge for a moment, "Well, excuse me, goodbye Mr. Minister." With that, he put on his materials, turned and left Fudge's office, closing the door.

Fudge walked behind his desk and sat down in his chair, and he turned his head to look out the window, where his statue stood tall in the middle of the bustling crowd, as if in the middle of the crowd, which made him feel better.