Section I

I have sworn in the darkness that I will no longer be cowardly, I will never give up again, I believe that my life is up to me!

On a July evening, the sun is fading, and people are hurrying down the streets, looking so ordinary. At 17 Oak Road, an inconspicuous old house, with mottled walls, dilapidated windows, and a clutter of untrimmed vines, all indicate to passers-by that this house has not been inhabited for a long time. On the balcony on the second floor, a thin-looking child was sitting on a wicker chair, reading carefully with a thick book in his hand, and a bottle of wine and a glass were placed on the small table on his right. Pedestrians on the street did not seem surprised that a child appeared on the balcony of such a dilapidated old house, in fact, as if they had not seen it at all.

When the sun had completely disappeared below the horizon, the boy put the book on the small table, poured some wine, and drank as he looked at the red sky, which was reflected in his golden pupils, showing strange colors. In the distance, the shadow of a bird grew larger, and he could be sure that it was flying straight towards the house. It was a brown owl, which landed on the balcony railing, cooing, and the boy took out a small piece of bacon out of thin air, fed it to it, and took a thick parchment envelope from its lap, and the owl smacked its lips in satisfaction, flapped its wings and flew away.

The envelope had an address in green ink but no stamps, a wax seal on the other side of the envelope, a shield ornament, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by a capital "H". He pulled out the letter and read it:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus? Dumbledore.

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Magician of the Order of Sir Merlin)

Dear Mr. Solon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31.

Vice-Principal (Female)

Minerva? Sincerely, McGonagall

"Hogwarts, I hope it's fun." The boy whispered to himself, and after a moment the boy shouted into the room, "Bono, go cook, and send it to my study in a moment."

"Yes sir." An elf wearing a green tea towel appeared in front of Sauron, his long ears trembling slightly, and his two large eyes staring at the ground.

Sauron frowned, and said calmly but slightly unpleasantly, "Bono, don't always be so nervous, I don't think I'm so you." ”

"Right...... I'm sorry sir, but I won't be ......," said the elf, but at the same time he shivered even more, as if he were going to cry soon.

Sauron pursed his lips, a little helpless, didn't say anything more, waved his hand to signal the elf to cook, the elf bowed deeply and retreated.

Sauron stood silently, looking up at the sky, which was darker, and the sun's rays receded. He closed his eyes and opened his arms as if to embrace the sky, he could feel the power in his body cheering, he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a fire dancing in his golden pupils, and then, black flames ignited from Sauron's body, as if he had put on a strange but gorgeous robe. A satisfied and enjoyable smile appeared on Sauron's face, not only because of the pleasure brought to him by the release of power, but also because he clearly felt that his strength was stronger, and he was more sure of his destiny for the future.

Out of nowhere, there was a burst of low, soft music, ethereal and intoxicating, and the flames on Sauron's right shoulder leaped violently, and out of the flames appeared a large black bird. It has long peacock-like tail feathers, a sharp beak and metallic claws, and the black feathers on its body glow low and cold against the backdrop of the night. It sat quietly on Sauron's shoulder, rubbing its head against his face intimately, its sparkling black eyes following his gaze into the distant sky.

"You feel it, Forbertol." Sauron gently stroked the dark phoenix on his shoulder with his hand, still looking at the sky, the sky was completely dark, and the night had quietly arrived......

Section II

Sauron, dressed in black robes and hiding his face in the shadow of his hood, was cautiously followed by the house-elf Bono dragging a large floating box, showing his nervousness. Sauron ignored the appearance of the elf, in fact it had been trembling in front of him since it had possessed it six years ago. Passers-by on the street didn't pay any particular attention to the pair of master and servant, as they were walking down Diagon Alley, a street in London with a large collection of wizard supply stores. The streets are lined with shops of all kinds, and wizards and witches dressed in different costumes are constantly in and out of the shops.

They came to the gleaming bronze gate in front of a snow-white building that towered above the surrounding shops, and stood a figure in a scarlet and gold uniform—a goblin.

Two elves bowed like Sauron and led him into a tall marble hall. Sauron didn't take off his hat and said to an idle goblin in a deep voice that was far from his age, "I'm going to get a free from Sauron? Potter's vault went for some money. ”

"Which one is it, there are two vaults registered here, one is a ......," the goblin said, flipping through a notebook.

"The one for Sauron, this is the key." Sauron interrupted the elf and pulled out a small golden key.

The goblin examined it carefully and said to Sauron, "No problem, I'll find someone to take you to the underground vault." Pull the tab! ”

"Wait for me here, Bono." Sauron turned back to the elf. The elf bowed deeply, and Sauron, led by the elf 'Pull Ring', walked out of the hall through a door.

Sauron and the elf rode a small cart through a maze of underground tunnels for a while, and finally the cart stopped in front of a small door in the corridor. The ring unlocked the door, and green smoke came out, and when the smoke cleared, Sauron walked straight into the safe.

There was a small pile of gold coins and a few scattered silver and copper coins in the safe, as well as two large shelves, one full of old books and the other with a lot of materials in bottles or boxes. Instead of taking the gold coins, Sauron walked straight to the shelves containing the materials, took down a few bottles, and removed a large book with an old cover on the shelf, on which was written "Ten Orders of Dark Magic" in shiny red ink. Sauron took a folded cloth bag from his bosom, put the book and bottle into the bag, folded the bag again, put it in his arms, and walked out of the vault.

Riding on a cart again, Sauron returned to the halls of Gringotts, where Bono was still standing honestly, and when he saw Sauron return, he pulled the box and met him.

"Bono, I want you to send those textbooks and school uniforms and other things I just bought home, and wait for me at home, I have some other things to do."

"Yes sir." The elf bowed to Sauron's back, and then disappeared with a pop of the large wooden box.

Sauron came to the door of a small, dilapidated shop, with a peeling gold sign that read: Ollivanders: A fine wand made since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

Sauron walked into the store, staring at the thousands of narrow cartons that reached almost to the ceiling, and didn't make a sound.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," said a soft voice, "to pick out the wand?" An old man stood in front of Sauron and said.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander. I do need a wand, so I'm here to see if you accept my request. "If I'm not mistaken, this is my third time here. ”

"Woo, you see, in fact I still recommend that you give up that idea, I told you, it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand, the wand you want......"

"Oh, dear Mr. Ollivanders, I don't want to hear the same thing a third time" Sauron interrupted the old man, he took off his hat and stared into Ollivanders' eyes, the golden snake-like pupils reflecting the old man's somewhat nervous face. "I know exactly why you're rejecting me, Mr. Ollivander. I don't want to listen to your excuses this time, in fact I just want to know if you agree to make that wand for me, if you agree, I will be very grateful for your help, and will give you far more benefits than you expected, if you refuse, well, I will not be angry, only sorry for you, because you missed the opportunity to make that legendary wand with your own hands. In fact, if you refuse to help me, I'll have to go to Mr. Grigovich, who I guess doesn't have to be as stubborn as you are when he always values his family. ”

Sauron spoke in a calm tone, without a hint of anger or displeasure, but Mr. Ollivanders's face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly, looking very nervous. He stared closely at the boy in front of him, and after a moment, he took a deep breath, as if he had made a great determination, and said in a slightly trembling but clear voice, "I refuse!" Then he closed his eyes and turned his back to hold on to the table to keep himself from falling.

"Oh, yes, that's a shame." Sauron said in an inaudible voice, then pushed the door open and walked out.

Ollivander stood there against the table, his body still trembling slightly, and it took a long time for his white eyes to regain focus. "It's hard to imagine that he is just an eleven-year-old child, he is even more terrible than he was back then, Merlin is on top, is this fate" the old man whispered to himself. After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, he walked briskly into the inner room, and in a few minutes Mr. Ollivander walked out into the street with an owl standing on his arm.

"Go, Meds, send this letter to Grigovich"

Section III

Coming out of Ollivanders' shop, Sauron put his hood on his head again, and he walked along the bustling streets, showing no interest in the shops on either side. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, and the road surface became more and more dilapidated. Sauron weaved his way through the winding and gloomy alleys, and finally stopped in front of a large shop called "Bogin-Bock", with a row of shrunken human heads in the window of a shop across the street.

Sauron pushed the door open and walked straight inside, and the store was filled with all sorts of weird and weird items, making it easy to guess that they were all related to the dark arts. Instead of paying attention to the hideous masks on the walls, the withered hands in the glass cases, or the human bones on the counter, Sauron walked over to a large shelf full of books and scanned through them.

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, his hands running back his shiny hair. He looked at Sauron, but didn't say anything.

Sauron scanned the books on the shelves, and seeing that none of them were of interest to him, he turned around and walked towards the counter. The hunchbacked man stepped out from behind the counter with an ugly smile on his face.

"Mr. Sauron, it's really nice to see Ning again." He said in a tone as smooth as his hair, "It's an honor, welcome, what can I do for you?" I'll make sure to show you, I just got in today, and the price is very fair......"

"I'm not interested in those little things of yours, Mr. Borgin, and I think you know what I want when I come to you," Sauron said in a cold tone.

"Oh yes, yes, I'm ready, a qiē is as perfect as you want it to be, I'll get it for you." Bo Jin said a little nervously, his tone no longer smooth. He turned and walked quickly into the inner room, and soon came out of the room again, holding a large crystal bottle in his hand, the surface of the bottle had many golden magic runes flashing, and the bottle was full of silver liquid, shining with charming silver light in the dim room.

"This is what you want, and voila, you are satisfied. I promise, it's the best and freshest – unicorn blood. Bogin hunched over with a flattering smile on his face.

Sauron took the bottle and stared at it for a moment, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well done, Mr. Borgin, I'm satisfied. To be honest, this vial of blood is the most satisfying vial I've had this year. Then, according to our agreement, this is the rest of the reward" As he spoke, Sauron took out the folded cloth bag from his bosom, took out a large bulging bag from it, and threw it on the ground, listening to the sound that it should be full of gold coins. Then he took out a small bottle from the cloth bag and placed it on the counter, half of the bottle was purple liquid, and the other half was lilac steam, which, if you looked closely, would change from time to time to make a hideous face. "This is an extra reward, to thank you for your excellent service in the past five years."

"Oh my God, you're so kind, Mr. Sauron. You are so generous, I really ......"

"Actually, I need a small favor from Mr. Borgin, and if anyone asks you about me, I hope you will keep your mouth shut, otherwise I will be disappointed, after all, I don't like those little troubles." Sauron took off his hat and stared at Bokin with a smile, but it was clear that Mr. Bokin on the other side was still frightened.

"Oh, yes...... Yes, I'm going to keep my mouth shut, lo and behold, haha, I've always been in a legitimate business, and you're not buying anything illegal from me...... Haha, it has always been like this, yes, it has always been like this," Bogin said incoherently.

"I hope so, goodbye, Mr. Borgin," Sauron said, turning into a black flame and disappearing in place, leaving Borgin in a cold sweat staring blankly at the place where the flame had disappeared. After a while, Bo Jin, who had come to his senses, put away the bag of gold coins on the ground, carefully picked up the bottle on the table, and walked into the back room.

In the old house at 17 Oak Road, a black flame appeared in the study on the back street without warning, and then disappeared suddenly, and Sauron walked to a row of bookcases with the vial of unicorn blood. Sauron pulled out a wand and whispered a spell to a black phoenix carving on the bookshelf, and the bookshelf automatically retreated to both sides, revealing a hidden door behind it. Sauron pushed open the secret door and followed a downward staircase to a basement. There was no lighting in the basement, it was pitch black, and the only source of light was a plant planted in a container with a glowing blue light, it was a strange plant, like an unsuccessful bonsai, with a slender trunk about 16 inches long, and a few thin branches growing sparsely on it, as if the transparent leaves emitted a mysterious blue light.

Sauron placed the bottle of unicorn blood on the table where the plant was placed, and walked briskly to a shelf on the side of the room to take down the other bottles, apparently the darkness in the basement had no effect on Sauron. Sauron returned to the table, then opened the vial of blood, tapped it with his wand, and the silver blood floated out of the vial, suspended in the air. Sauron mixed the liquid from other bottles into the ball of blood in the air, chanting a complex incantation in his mouth, the blood became brighter and brighter, and finally it seemed to ignite a silver flame, illuminating the entire basement, at this time, Sauron stopped chanting the incantation, pointed his wand at his left hand and waved it lightly, a wound appeared in the palm of his hand, and the blood automatically flew out of the wound, merging into the shiny liquid in the air, and in an instant, the dazzling silver light was gone, replaced by a small cloud of liquid emitting a faint blue light.

Sauron carefully controlled the liquid into the container where the magical plant was planted, and for a moment, the plant emitted a dazzling basket light, then dimmed, and then, the leaves of the plant began to wither, then the branches, and finally, the whole plant was left with only the main trunk, which glowed inky blue.

Watching this happen, a satisfied smile appeared on Sauron's face, and after 5 years of hard work, he finally succeeded.

Section IV

The air was cool and fresh at dawn, and in the morning light, Sauron was walking down a winding mountain path. Shrouded in a thick fog below, is a hazy town. When he arrived in the town, following the instructions of others, Sauron knocked on the door of a certain house.

A beautiful lady in a dressing gown opened the door with obvious sleepiness and asked, "Who are you (German)"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying," Sauron said.

"I'm sorry, who are you, what's the matter?" The woman asked in English with a yawn.

"I want to ask, is Grigovich here? I have a bit of a wand question and want to talk to him about it. Sauron said with a smile.

"Look for my father, he didn't live here a long time ago, go find him in his studio, at the end of this road, that low house is his studio." The lady was slightly annoyed that she had been disturbed from sleeping, but pointed out Grigovich's studio anyway.

"Thank you then, I'm really sorry for disturbing your sleep." Sauron bowed.

"And do you have anything else?" The lady asked.

"No, thank you again." Sauron turned and said.

The early morning trail was not easy to walk, and the morning fog made the pebbles slippery and easy to fall, and Sauron walked for about twenty minutes to reach the house the woman had spoken of.

Sauron knocked on the door three times, and after a while the door opened, and an old man who looked like Santa Claus stood in the doorway with two dark circles under his eyes, neither of them speaking, looking at each other.

"Hello, are you Mr. Grigovich?" Sauron broke the silence.

"Yes, I am, what's the matter? Early in the morning. The old man muttered.

"I'm here to get your help, sir, I need a wand that suits me." Sauron said with a smile.

"Then come inside, the door is not a good place to talk." "It's a bit of a mess in the house, don't worry too much about it." ”

The house was indeed very messy, with scattered sawdust and scales everywhere, and wooden blocks and some parchment paper were also placed haphazardly.

"Listening to your accent, I'm from England, why don't you go to that old fellow Ollivander, you know, as much as I don't like his style, he's a good wandsmith." Grigovich said as he sat down in a chair. "You know, he's pretty good at a wand in general, um." Grigovich sniffed as he spoke.

"Actually, I did ask Mr. Ollivander for help before I came here, but unfortunately Mr. Ollivander rejected me for some strange reasons, so I can only ask you for help, after all, as far as I know, only the two of you are capable of helping me." Sauron said, pulling off his hood.

"You, you're Soren," Grigovich asked in a surprised and slightly nervous tone.

"Ah, obviously, I'm Sauron, and I've already contacted you, dear Mr. Ollivander. Oh, please don't be nervous, I don't have any ill will, Mr. Grigovich, in fact I didn't even have a wand with me. Sauron said with a smile.

"What exactly do you want, why did Ollivanders turn you down, Ollivanders wouldn't be so nervous if you just wanted a wand that would work for you." Grigovich said, seemingly calming down, but what Sauron did next made him almost jump.

Sauron pulled a long, narrow box from his bosom and opened the lid to reveal a long, inky blue wooden stick. Grigovich's eyes widened the moment the box opened, and then he pursed his lips tightly and held his breath, which made Sauron wonder wonder if he was having a heart attack. After a long moment, the old gentleman exhaled sharply, and his eyes turned to Sauron, as if to see him through with his gaze.

"How did you come up with this idea, the 'cursed fire' will burn you to the ground, no one in a normal person would want it, even the mysterious people of the year did not touch this idea." The old man said in a loud voice, looking at Sauron like a madman. "You're sure that's what you want, no wonder Ollivander won't make it for you, think about it, giving a wizard a wand that will burn people to ashes, no wandmaker would do."

"But it's powerful, isn't it, if I can conquer it, and besides, I don't have a choice. In fact, I'm willing to give it a try. Sauron said calmly, "Without power, you can't control your destiny, and without a wand, where can a wizard have power, I stick to my choice." ”

"That's not a reason, you don't have to use the 'Cursed Fire', I have a lot of wands here, there will always be one for you." Grigovich said.

"It seems that Mr. Ollivander didn't talk much to you." Sauron said, "Can you give me a wand, don't do it, it's a waste." ”

"What do you want a wand for?" The old gentleman was puzzled, but still took out a magic wand from the cabinet next to him, "This is what I did a few days ago, well, I have a cold, so it's not perfect." I don't think it's going to work for you. ”

"It doesn't have to fit, sir, just to demonstrate, and by the way, how much does this wand cost." Sauron took his wand and said.

"8 Galleons, I still don't understand...... Oh, my God! ”

A powerful wave of magic power emanated from Sauron's body, and then under the gaze of Grigovich's surprised gaze, the wand in Sauron's hand ignited a black flame, and then was quickly burned to nothing.

"This is, how is this possible, the wand is burned, but this wand is made of ash wood, and the magic diversion is very good, how can it be ......"

"It's normal, a normal wand can't withstand my strength at all, I have to be very careful to use it, and the slightest agitation will burn them. As far as I know, there are only two wands that can withstand my power, one is the Elder Wand, and the other is the 'Cursed Fire', and I didn't think about the Elder Wand at all, so I can only choose the 'Cursed Fire'." Sauron said as he took out eight gold coins from his bosom and handed them to Grigovich, "This is the money for that wand just now. ”

Grigovich didn't take the coin, and then he stared at Solon's strange eyes for a long time, without showing the slightest fear, and after about half a minute, he said slowly: "Are you sure this is what you want?" ”

Sauron said in a firm tone, "I'm sure. ”

"Okay then, if you insist." Grigovich's tone suddenly became relaxed, "So, what do you want to use as a staff core, I recommend you use the tail hair of the Thestrals......"

A large black bird appeared on Sauron's shoulder at some point, looking at Grigovich with sparkling black eyes.

"Merlin is on top, this is one, a dark phoenix." Grigovich looked at the big bird on Sauron's shoulder in surprise and said, "You want to use its tail feathers as a cane core." ”

"That's right, sir, I don't think Forbertor would mind contributing a tail feather." Sauron smiled, his right hand stroking the phoenix, and Phobertor rubbed his head intimately against Sauron's cheek.

"It will take about two days to make a wand like this, and there is a lot of preparation to be done, woo, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until tomorrow evening. Do you want to stay and eat? ”

"Thank you very much, sir, I want to walk around, I have never been to Germany before."

……

The next evening, Sauron arrived at Grigovich's cottage as promised, the door was open, and Mr. Grigovich sat in a rocking chair outside the house in a plaid dressing gown, with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. On the wide armrests of the rocking chair is a long box. Seeing Sauron coming, the old gentleman didn't get up or say anything, but just handed the box to Sauron.

Sauron opened the box, and an inky blue wand lay quietly inside, reflecting a low, mysterious glow in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Eleven inches long, with good elasticity, the tail feathers of the black phoenix are perfectly combined with the body of the wand, this is a perfect wand, extremely powerful, I used to have an elder wand, you know, this wand feels as powerful to me as the elder wand, are you sure you are ready?" Grigovich said, not looking at Soren, but at the horizon.

Sauron didn't answer, he took his wand out of the box and held it tightly in his right hand. He closed his eyes, and gradually, his surroundings became very quiet, and the air seemed to stop flowing, like the sky before a storm, oppressive, but full of power. Suddenly, Sauron opened his eyes, and a powerful and astonishing wave of magic power was released from him, and black flames burned on Sauron's body, causing Grigovich to involuntarily move away from Sauron. The masking spell that Sauron had cast on his eyes had failed, and his blade-like pupils glowed with golden light. It was a sensation that Sauron had never felt before, the wand in his hand resonated with his soul, the magic surging and vibrating around him, and he had never felt and understood his power so truly. Sauron involuntarily raised his head to the sky and roared, as if it were an invisible wave, and the clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed, and a wave formed on the canopy of the trees in the distance, startling a large number of birds. Phobertor flew from nowhere, happily flying around the black flames around Sauron.

"Thank you very much, and congratulations on your miracle." Sauron no longer unleashed his powers, and turned back into the skinny eleven-year-old boy.

Grigovich didn't reply, he looked at Sauron quietly, and after a long while, he said slowly: "I have some regrets, more precisely, some fear, I now know why Ollivander rejected you, it is not the 'cursed fire' that is terrible, but you who can conquer it." You are so powerful, it's not flattery, it's a fact, it's hard to imagine what it would be like if you fell into the darkness, and you would be afraid to become another Dark Lord. ”

Sauron just looked at him with a smile and didn't answer.

"Who are you, I wonder to whom I gave such a wand?"

"I'm one of the two people in the Potter family who survived that unfortunate night, and the eldest son of the Potter family, I'm Harry? Potter's brother - Sauron? Porter. ”

Grigovich was stunned and muttered, "Merlin is on top, is this fate?" ”

Sauron didn't answer, just put a large bag of gold coins on the ground, turned and walked away along the mountain path, and when Grigovich came to his senses, he could no longer see Sauron's shadow.

Phobertor sat quietly on Sauron's shoulder, who looked at the night sky and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"That's fate, isn't it."