Section I

The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the Great Hall was still a gloomy haze, and large clouds of blue-gray clouds rolled over Harry's head, as gloomy as his mood was at this time.

Last night he dreamed about the disaster of the World Cup night, and in his dream, he was once again confronted by a frenzied crowd, the family of camp administrators who had been burned to their bones, and the powerful and mysterious Lilith. Harry felt filled with an indescribable sense of annoyance and uneasiness - first plotting to kill his own Voldemort, then a mad and powerful black dragon, and now a strange and mysterious Lilith, as if fate had played a malicious joke on him, making his already troubled life even more dangerous, and he had no clue how to deal with it.

So far, Harry hadn't shared the idea of these unpleasant secrets with anyone, neither Ron and Hermione, nor Dumbledore or Godfather Sirius, but Harry hadn't let them know. As for why he insisted on doing it alone, Harry couldn't tell why.

But it had at least a little bit of goodness, and that was that the rest of the people around him had kept the good start of the semester, sitting at the same table, Ron and Hermione were working on the class selection schedule, while Fred, George, and Lee Jordan sat a few seats away from them, discussing what magical spells to use to get older, and then fool around and compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

"It's a good day...... Outdoors all morning," Ron said, sliding his finger over Monday's column on the class schedule, "Herb class, with Hufflepuff students, protecting magical creatures...... Unlucky, ...... with Slytherin again"

Harry was stunned, and he turned to look at the Slytherin table on the other side of the hall, where Sauron was sitting and talking about something with the Slytherins on the other side.

Harry turned around and sighed softly—to be fair, he didn't know what attitude to take towards his twin brother. Not long ago, they had just been in a deserted deep forest** for a month, and the result was that Harry had mastered the power that he had never dared to think of before, and after that, Sauron was not heard from; The next encounter was already at the scene of the World Cup, and then a terrible disaster struck without warning, and Harry was surprised to find that he could already stand up to a terrible enemy like Lilith.

Now, he and Sauron met again, sitting in the same hall at this moment, about to spend the new school year together as they had in the past few years—but perhaps none of them would be the same as they had been in the past.

During this time, Harry felt that his magical power was growing, and the change was so obvious and rapid that even he was surprised. At the same time, as he transformed, Harry became more and more aware of the terrible nature of Sauron—his power was powerful and dark, revealing undisguised evil.

With that in his heart, Harry finished his breakfast and walked out of the Great Hall with the rest of the Gryffindors to take a herb class in Greenhouse Three.

At the same time, however, Sauron, sitting at the Slytherin table, seemed to be in a good mood, or at least he listened with interest to the Slytherins sitting next to him talking about the Triwizards. Like the other students, most Slytherins were unhappy with the seventeen-year-old age limit for the contestant, and privately discussed ways to bypass the checks.

"Oh, don't be stupid, Elwin." He looked at the female prefect sitting next to Isabella and said, "The Age Enhancement Charm is the Age Enhancement Charm, and there is no essential difference between me and yourself. ”

The girl named Alwyn was disappointed, but quickly turned to discussing the elixir with Isabella.

Sauron smiled and shook his head, he put down his coffee cup, instructed Isabella not to forget to go to class, and walked with Draco and the others in the direction of the history of magic classroom. Passing by the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Sauron glanced sideways, but didn't see the Mad-Eye. Then Draco leaned over and said in a gloating tone:

"Did you hear that, the mad-eyed man is causing trouble again." Draco lowered his voice, "The Daily Prophet says that just yesterday morning, he blew up the dumpster in the yard, alarming Muggles in at least one block nearby. ”

"Oh, for what?" Sauron asked.

"I don't know." Draco shrugged, "You know, that old guy is nervous. If Arthur Weasley hadn't helped him, I guess that old guy wouldn't have made it to the back-to-school dinner. ”

Sauron smacked his lips, shook his head slightly, and said, "Anyway, remember what I said yesterday, don't provoke him, that will not be worth the loss." ”

The fourth-year History of Magic class was still taught by Professor Binns, and the Ravenclaw students sat in the same classroom as the Slytherins. Sauron sat at the back of the room, conjured up the textbook out of thin air, and looked at it to himself. There was still some time before class began, and the students walked into the classroom, but with the exception of Draco and a few people sitting next to Sauron, everyone else was far away from Sauron's position - especially after someone saw Sauron's undisguised strange eyes. It wasn't until just before class began that the empty seats around Sauron were filled, all of them unlucky people who had no other seats to choose from because they came late.

Professor Binns's lecture was as boring and boring as ever, and the students were all drowsy, but the ghost professor didn't care about it either, and continued to talk to himself. Sauron glanced at Draco, who was sitting next to him, looking at a Potions journal under the table under the cover of a textbook on the history of magic, and as for his two henchmen, who had fallen asleep on the table, they were almost drooling.

Sauron shook his head and continued to look at the book in his hand, unlike most other subjects, the history of magic course book is not a special textbook, but a real history professional book, perhaps thanks to the particularity of wizarding society, most of the content in the book is objective, fair and profound, but it is precisely because of the professionalism of these books that it seems too obscure and boring for most students.

However, this happened to be very much to Sauron's appetite, and aside from some ancient secrets that only demigods could know, Sauron knew no more about the history of this wizarding world than an ordinary wizard. While Sauron was able to sense some information from time to time with the help of the Origin Fire, it was mostly fragmented and worthless fragments, and unless it was a soothsayer with special talents, he could not use it to decipher the past or the future. Sauron remembers a saying in his past life that "knowledge is power", and this is especially true for demigods like him—each new piece of knowledge advances their knowledge of the world to a greater or lesser extent, which means that they can exert greater or subtle powers.

As the minutes ticked by, the class ended with Professor Binns' monotonous narration and Sauron's self-study, and the students woke up from their slumber as the low, thick bells rang through the castle, and they packed up their things and left the classroom. The Ravenclaws walked up the stairs to take the Transfiguration lesson, while the Slytherins walked out of the castle, over the damp meadows, and down the gentle hillside to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest......

Section II

Hagrid stood outside the door of the cabin, one hand leading the collar of his great hound's teeth. The Gryffindors had arrived, but most of them stood far away from Hagrid, their faces wary. On the ground at Hagrid's feet were open wooden chests, with a strange kara-ca-la sound and occasional faint explosions, which Sauron guessed would not be something to be liked, given Hagrid's usual style.

By the time Sauron reached the side of the crate and saw the contents clearly, his suspicions were confirmed—these were probably the juveniles of some kind of arthropod, with a full-fledged exoskeleton on the gray-white body surface, replaced by a flexible soft skin and a rotting mucus, which had no obvious head structure, more than a dozen pairs of nodular feet on both sides of the chest and abdomen, constantly tapping at the bottom of the chest, and even more disturbing was the tail of the thing, behind them, A tail between flesh and thyroid curls and sways like a worm, and from time to time sparks shoot out from the tip of the tail, propelling these strange creatures forward for several inches.

"What is this?" Sauron asked, frowning.

"Fried tail snails, just hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "we can raise them ourselves!" We can work on a big project! ”

"Fried tail snails?" Sauron raised an eyebrow, a fitting name, and honestly, looking at the strange shape of these things, Sauron would not be surprised even if they suddenly jumped up and pounced on some hapless guy's face.

"Why should we raise them?" Draco grumbled that the snails were giving him goosebumps, and he was reluctant to go near them unless he had to.

Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked, "What are they for?" ”

Hagrid's mouth was open, as if he was desperately thinking. After a few seconds of pause, he said in a gruff voice, "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy." Just feed them today. Okay, so you're going to try feeding them a couple of different things – I haven't had them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat – I've got ant eggs, frog livers, and emerald snakes – try a little of each and see if they eat it. ”

No one moved, which made the scene awkward for a while, and after a while, Harry, Ron, and Hew took the lead in making moves, grabbed a handful of slippery frog livers and threw them into the box, which was a start, but looking at the expressions on the faces of the three of them, it was obvious that they would not enjoy it.

As for the Slytherins, the students looked at each other, and finally all looked at Sauron. Sauron shook his head, drew his wand, and snatched a whelk out of the box. Perhaps because its fragile belly was exposed to the air, the snail swayed its limbs and tail restlessly in mid-air, which made it look even more disgusting.

The abdomen of the fried tail snail is also grayish-white, it looks like a piece of ** rotten meat, with a sucker-like structure on it, Sauron swept the body of this thing with telekinesis, and found that these suction cups have teeth and tongues inside, which feels similar to the mouthparts of leeches, but soon, Sauron found that they have other feeding organs - probably stimulated by Sauron's telekinesis, the front end of the fleshy abdomen of the fried tail snail bulged, revealing a cavity full of barb-like fine teeth, and kept squirming.

Sauron couldn't help but smack his lips, he looked at Hagrid, who was talking to Harry, and wondered how this big guy had cultivated such a thing as a fried tail snail, even if he had only seen such a heavy creature in a science fiction movie in his previous life.

"Ouch!" About ten minutes later, Dean Thomas screamed, "It hurts me!" ”

Hagrid hurried over to him, looking a little flustered.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean huffed, showing Hagrid the burned piece of his hand.

"Ah, yes, that's what happens when they explode." Hagrid nodded.

"Disgusting!" Lavender? Brown grumbled again, "It's disgusting, Hagrid, what's the spiky thing on it?" ”

"Ah, some of them have thorns on their bodies," Hagrid said excitedly, "I guess the thorny ones are males...... The mother has something like a sucker on her belly...... I think they're probably going to suck blood. ”

"Oh, of course I understand why we should find a way to keep them alive," Draco said sarcastically, "and who wouldn't want a pet that could burn, sting, or bite?" ”

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless." Hermione retorted, "Dragon's blood has magical properties, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet, huh?" ”

Draco was speechless, and he glanced at Hermione in annoyance, as if he wanted to say something sarcastic, but he didn't say anything in public. Sauron didn't think anything, Hermione was a sharp-tongued little girl, and it wasn't surprising that she could make Draco deflated. However, to say that Hagrid cultivated the fried tail snail for the benefit of society, Sauron would rather swallow Fetchor with his hair than believe it.

With a wave of his wand, Sauron tossed the whelch back into the box, and for a moment it seemed to be knocked unconscious, lying motionless, but soon unfurled a pair of slender legs again, crawling around like the others.

"Where the hell did you get this, I don't think there's anything like this in the woods at Hogwarts."

Sauron leaned over to Hagrid and asked, Harry and Ron standing aside, looking at Hagrid with the same curiosity when they heard Sauron's question.

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Oh...... Perhaps, I got it from a friend, but it should be legitimate......"

Even without mind reading, Sauron knew that Hagrid was lying, and he looked at Hagrid with an eyebrow until his face flushed slightly behind his shaggy beard.

"Well, you know, I have a couple of friends who work at mBD." Hagrid lowered his voice and said, "At the end of last semester, Professor Dumbledore agreed that I should get something new to open the eyes of the students, so I asked them for some samples. ”

“mBD？ What is that? Hermione asked, puzzled

"Magical Biology Research Center." Sauron hissed like a toothache, "In other words, Hagrid took the unidentified biological samples from the real yàn room to Hogwarts and used them to teach a group of fourth-year furry children......"

Seeing the surprised gazes of the three Harrys, Hagrid smiled awkwardly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

"Hagrid, you're going to get in trouble by doing this." Hermione said worriedly, even though she didn't know exactly what the Magical Biology Research Center was for, she could still think that the Fried Snail should never be at Hogwarts, "I think you should tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this." ”

"Oh, the headmaster knows. Hogwarts and mBD have been working together for a long time, after all, many of them have graduated from Hogwarts, and many Hogwarts professors have been involved in research projects there. Hagrid shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to dispel Hermione's doubts, and said in a relaxed tone, "Like Professor Sprout, she has a few greenhouses that have been subjected to a lot of conservation magic, and are dedicated to certain projects of mBD; And then there's Professor Snape, who provides mBD with a lot of very difficult potions to prepare, and he often buys hard-to-get materials from his acquaintances at the center, for example, he asked someone to buy an ounce of eight-eyed spider venom last week, which cost him four hundred Galleons, but he doesn't know that in fact, the giant spider venom in the center has always been provided by me......"

Hagrid laughed happily, seemingly gloating over Snape's unjust money, rubbing his hands together, and continued, "I just provided a batch of fire crabs and human-faced dragontails to one of their projects, so after the Headmaster agreed that I could get you something new, I reached out to my friends and persuaded them to allow me to bring the results of the first phase back to Hogwarts for cultivation in advance. ”

Hagrid's tone was lighthearted, as if someone had fostered a Scottish beagle with him, but Sauron was guilty of Hagrid's audacity - Sauron knew more about the mBD than Harry, because he had also been involved in research projects there, and of course knew how dangerous the research was there. Take the fried tail snails in front of you, for example, they may be just a disgusting creature to wizards, but once this thing spreads to the Muggle world, Sauron believes that the consequences will probably be more terrible than the plot of a science fiction movie. This kind of thing was not without precedent, and many things were originally just small tricks made by wizards, and when they came into the Muggle world, they caused a lot of trouble, which is why the Magical Hazard Assessment Committee came into being, and gradually evolved into the current Department for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Muggle Supplies and other relevant regulatory authorities.

Harry seemed to believe Hagrid's words, and Sauron thought they had probably forgotten about the Hippogriff last semester. Of course, Sauron didn't say anything more, turned and walked towards Draco and them, Harry seemed to want to say something to him, but Hagrid seemed to be inspired, and pulled the three of them to chat, so Harry could only watch Sauron leave.

However, Harry found an opportunity to speak with Sauron, and an hour later, when the bell rang again, the students returned to the castle for lunch. Harry took a few quick steps to catch up with Sauron and pulled him aside.

"What's the matter?" Sauron looked at Harry and said slowly, "I think we can talk as we go, or we'll miss the crème brûl." ”

"Just for a moment." Harry whispered, looking into Sauron's eyes without evasion, "Do you know what happened on World Cup night. ”

Sauron's eyes narrowed and nodded, "What do you want to say, think I did it?" ”

Harry shook his head, not knowing which point he was denying, and after a while, he said word by word, "I met a man who called herself Lilith, and she did what happened that night. ”

Sauron didn't speak, waiting for Harry's next words.

"I saw what she looked like, she looked exactly like her mother." Harry said, his voice trembling slightly, "I'm wondering, she's, could it be ......"

Harry hadn't finished his words, but the meaning was clear, and he looked at Sauron with an imperceptible look of anticipation in his eyes.

"Mom is dead." Sauron said coldly, "That night, in order to protect her child, she, Lily Evans, sacrificed her life. ”

Harry's body shook a little, he staggered his gaze to Sauron, looked at the ground and was slightly distracted, after a while, he took a deep breath and said lonely, "Yes, Mommy is dead. ”

Harry turned away, his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the castle, while Sauron stood still, looking at his departing back, and whispered to himself, "There is no more Lily in the world, only Lilith is left." ”

The wind swept through the meadows, blowing Sauron's robes, casting a fleeting shadow on the ground, and since love has been trampled on by the world, let hate repay it......