Section I

The first Quidditch match of the year in the House Cup will take place today, but the trouble is that a violent storm has arrived since the night before, and until the game starts, there is no sign of abating, but only getting stronger.

The sky was obscured by dense clouds, like night, and the wind mixed with dense raindrops smashed down on people's faces, making it almost impossible to see anything further away. However, Quidditch was extremely popular, so the whole school rushed out to watch the game as they ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, keeping their heads down against the wind. Because on the way their umbrellas were blown away from their hands by the wind.

On one side of the stand, where the Slytherins gathered. Sauron stood at the back of the crowd, Isabella and Draco beside him, the storm unaffected the three of them in the slightest, an invisible barrier keeping all the rain out.

"It's a hell of a thing." Draco grumbled, straightening his scarf, "Let's hope our game against Ravenclaw doesn't run into this damn storm." ”

"I thought you wouldn't come?" Isabella glanced at Drake, "You don't hate Hufflepuff and Gryfin the most. ”

"That's not the point, Isabella." Draco shrugged nonchalantly, "The problem is that I want to win the game as well, and as a potential opponent, it's essential to understand their tactics and style of play. ”

Isabella snorted and turned away from Draco, who continued to look inside the arena.

At this time, the players entered the field, the Gryffindor players all changed into scarlet robes, and at the front was their captain Oliver Wood, who was tall and conspicuous, and Harry followed the team, carrying his Halo 2000 in his hand. The wind was blowing harder, and both the Gffindor and Hufflepuff players were staggering when they walked onto the pitch. The thunder rumbled and drowned out the cheers of the spectators, in fact, no matter how loud they shouted, the players in the stadium could not hear them.

The Hufflepuffs entered from the other side of the court, wearing canary yellow robes. The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake hands with each other, and Sauron met the captain of the Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, a tall and handsome boy who was also the Hufflepuff prefect, and Epikos thought highly of him.

As both players stepped on their broomsticks, Mrs. Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew it hard, making a sharp whistle that pierced through the wind and the rain – and the game began.

Harry soared into the sky with the rest of the players, weaving through the storm, red and yellow shadows flying around and intertwining from the stands. From time to time, lightning streaked across the dark sky, and a moment later, rolling thunder rushed in. Feeling the tyrannical power in the sky, even Sauron couldn't help frowning tightly - even though he knew that there was a magical enchantment in the sky above the court to protect the players from lightning, he was still a little worried.

The game was intense, despite the fact that the torrential rain greatly affected everyone's performance. At half-time, Gryffindor was in the lead, 50 points ahead of Hufflepuff. The players from both sides returned to the stands of their respective houses, and the students hurried up to help their players as much as they could. Sauron didn't pass, he was standing at the top of the stands, where he could look down on the whole field, and just now, he seemed to catch the fleeting breath of that evening in an instant.

The half-time break was over quickly, the game started again, and the players took to the skies again. Sauron didn't continue watching, he closed his eyes, motionless, silently perceiving. After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his cold golden eyes looked at the other end of the court—a huge black dog covered in shaggy hair, which was sitting in an empty row of seats at the top of the stands, as if sensing Sauron's gaze, and it also looked over and shook its eye with Sauron. The next moment, it turned and ran away quickly, disappearing into the wind and rain.

Sauron's eyes narrowed, and he snorted, instantly turning into a black mist and disappearing in place. The wind surged in with raindrops, startling Isabella and Draco, and when they turned their heads, they found that the place where Sauron had just stood was empty.

Sauron sped across the pitch as he chased the breath in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest was particularly eerie at the moment, and the wind passed through the trees, causing a sharp whistling. On the slippery woodland, a large black dog sped through like a ghost. Suddenly, it stopped, looking warily ahead—a black mist gradually emerged from the void, looking strange and terrifying in the dark forest. The next moment, Sauron stood there, looking coldly at the big black dog that looked like a wolf, and he had a wand in his hand.

"Are you still going to run away, Blake?" Sauron's eyes narrowed, his golden eyes like knives glowing with a cold light. He stood silently, and the rain dissipated silently at a distance from him. "I didn't expect this to be like this when we met again, my godfather."

The black dog didn't move, it stared at Sauron, its eyes full of mixed emotions. The rain soaked its fur and dripped beneath him. Then, a faint light flashed, and the black dog vanished, and there stood a tall, emaciated man, with wet tangled hair that hung down to his elbows; The pale skin clings to the skeleton of the face, and it looks very weak; In deep, dark eyes, his eyes were fixed on Sauron.

"Are you...... Sauron? He said in a hoarse voice, with disbelief, and some kind of indescribable sadness, "How could it be ......?"

"What, surprised?" Sauron's voice was low and cold, "Don't you want to say something to me?" ”

Blake seemed to be awakened, he looked at Sauron, trying to say something, but it was as if the words were stuck in his throat. The two men looked at each other for a long time, and at last, Blake spoke.

"I killed your parents," he said, looking at Sauron, slowly and painfully, as if every word was taking a lot of his strength, "but that's not the whole truth, it's Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed Jaime and Lily to Voldemort. ”

Sauron looked at him for a moment, "There's no proof of death, is there?" Sauron said calmly, "You blew him to pieces, didn't you, with a street of Muggles." ”

"He's not dead!" "I thought he was dead, but he's still alive, right here, at Hogwarts!" ”

Sauron was stunned for a moment, but did not say anything.

"It's true! I see him! Blake exclaimed, "He's turned into a mouse, right in Harry's friend, that kid named Ron." When Cornelius Fudge went to Azkaban, I saw it in that newspaper, and I recognized him, the mouse, with a toe missing from his front paw. ”

Sauron's pupils shrank suddenly, he looked at Blake who was trembling a little fixedly, his face was expressionless, and after a long time, he spit out coldly: "I don't believe it." ”

Sauron's words felt like a hammer slammed into Blake's chest, and Sirius looked even more pained. He took a step towards Sauron and shouted excitedly, "I'm not lying, it's true, Peter is still alive, you and Harry are in danger......"

"Avada suo!" Sauron said coldly, and a dazzling green light shot out, brushing Blake's ear, striking a large tree behind him, blasting the thick trunk to pieces.

"Looks like Azkaban has left you delirious, Black." Sauron said coldly, Sirius's face mixed with surprise and pain reflected in his golden eyes, "Run, next time, I'll kill you." ”

After Sauron finished speaking, he gave Blake a deep look, turned into a black flame, and disappeared in place. Blake stared blankly at the place where Sauron had disappeared, and the cold, unforgiving voice seemed to continue to echo in his ears. As if all the strength had been withdrawn from his body, Sirius fell to his knees, his face covered with his hands, trembling, tears running down his fingers, mingling with the icy rain and dripping.

"You're a bastard, Blake, you're a bastard!" He muttered to himself in pain, "You've killed Jaime, you've killed Lily, you've killed your godson, you're a damn bastard!" ”

After some time, he struggled to stand up and looked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, his expression complicated, but it was difficult to hide the indelible sadness and a hint of determination.

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Section II

Sauron reappeared, already standing on the outskirts of the Quidditch pitch, and as soon as he stood still, he was startled - the aura of the Dementors was so strong, and he looked up to see that there were hundreds of Dementors wandering there just above the pitch.

"Harry!" Sauron turned into black smoke and flew into the field, where the icy air enveloped the stadium, and everyone became dead silent, only the sound of the wind could be heard. He looked at the sky, more than a few dozen meters in the air, and he found Harry's figure - Harry seemed to be stunned, motionless, and then he slipped off his broomstick and quickly fell from a great height.

Sauron immediately raised his wand, he pointed at Harry, and for a moment, as if a large hand was dragging Harry, Harry slowed down and finally landed lightly beside Sauron.

At the same time, an angry voice in the audience shouted, "Calling God Guard!" ”

Sauron raised his head, and a dazzling white light shot out from the rostrum, accompanied by magical fluctuations so powerful that even Sauron felt threatened - a huge silver phoenix appeared in the sky, white light continued to emanate from the phoenix, and in an instant, the dense clouds and storms were all dispelled, and most of the dementors were annihilated in the white light around the phoenix, and the other sides hurriedly retreated.

Sauron narrowed his eyes and looked at the rostrum through the white light, the golden flames that soared into the sky were burning, and in the midst of the surging golden flames, Dumbledore stood high like a god.