Section I

"You devil, how can you be worthy of your father and mother, it's really my shame to have an older brother like you." Harry shouted angrily, his wand holding his hand trembling.

Sauron drew his wand, stared at Harry with cold snake eyes, and sneered in a low voice, "Get out of here." ”

"Please, don't hurt him!" A woman stood in front of Harry, "Please, let him go." ”

Sauron raised his hand, "Avada suo." A flash of green light flashed, and the woman fell to the ground, her long crimson hair falling apart, and her green eyes losing their luster.

Sauron looked at the face in horror, it was his mother.

"No—" Harry shouted hoarsely, pointing his wand at Sauron, "I'm going to kill you." ”

Sauron tried to explain, but as if his body didn't belong to him, he raised his wand and pointed at Harry, "Arvada suo—"

Harry fell, and Sauron stared blankly at his hands.

"Sauron, you see, we are the same, this is fate-" A deep voice came.

Sauron turned, and Voldemort stood in front of him, smiling coldly, and then, in Sauron's astonished gaze, Voldemort's pale face turned into Sauron's own. "This is fate—this is fate—"

Sauron's brain was in disarray, and he raised his wand—

With a loud bang, Sauron found himself sitting on the bed, covered in cold sweat, holding a wand in his hand, and a large hole had been blown into the wall opposite, and the wardrobe that had been placed there had been reduced to pieces.

"Lord, master, what happened?" Pono, the elf, appeared in the room, looking terrified.

"Nothing, let's go down. Go get me some mulled wine. Sauron calmed down and said.

The elf bowed deeply and stepped back. Sauron stepped down from the ground, pointed his wand at the broken wall, and said, "Restore as before." "The debris and stones scattered on the ground flew up and put back together, and in a few moments the wardrobe and walls were intact.

Sauron was completely sleepy, and went to the balcony on the second floor. In summer, the sky dawns early, and there is already a faint blue light on the horizon. The streets were silent, except for the sound of insects chirping in the breeze. Sauron stared silently at the horizon, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master, your wine." The elf appeared behind Sauron, a glass of wine in his hand, and said cautiously.

"Thanks, Bono, just put it on the table." Sauron didn't look back, pointing to the small table beside him.

The elf put the wine on the table, but did not step back as usual. He looked at Sauron's back and muttered about something.

"What's the matter, Bono. What do you want to say? Sauron turned and looked at the elf, his tone gentle.

"That, master. Forgive Bono for his audacity. The elf was a little nervous, "Isn't there something on the master's mind, you've been having nightmares lately." ”

Sauron raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?" ”

The elf was even more nervous, but he still stumbled and said, "The master is unhappy, Bono can feel it, and Bono is worried about the master." ”

Sauron looked at the elf, then smiled, "Thank you, Bono. I thought you had nothing but fear of me. ”

The elf bowed deeply and said nervously, "Master, you saved Bono, who is your most loyal servant. ”

"Don't be so nervous, Bono." Sauron smiled bitterly, Bono was fine with everything, but he always looked cowering in front of him, as if Sauron would kill him at any moment. "Bono, do you think I'm evil."

The elf whispered, "Bono doesn't know if the master is evil, Bono only knows that the master saved Bono, and in Bono's opinion, the master is the greatest person." ”

"The greatest." Sauron smiled helplessly, picked up the wine on the table, took a big sip, tasteless, and let the wine slip between his teeth and into his stomach, bringing a hint of warmth.

"Forget it, I don't want to." Sauron said to himself, "Bono, I'm going out for a while, you stay at home." If someone comes to me, say I'm not a guest. ”

"Yes." The elf bowed deeply.

……

Section II

In France, the weather in July is noticeably much better than in the UK. A young man sits in a window seat in a café, quietly reading a newspaper. With pale blonde hair, a handsome face, and a well-proportioned figure paired with a well-proportioned black suit, it attracted the attention of many passing ladies.

After a while, another young man in a brown suit walked into the café, he glanced around, saw the young man, hurried over and sat down across from him.

"Hello, are you Mr. Soros?"

The young man put down the newspaper as if he had just seen the person opposite, with a polite smile on his face, "Yes, I'm Soros, who are you?" As he spoke, the young man took out his documents from the sea and handed them over.

The young man in the brown suit looked at his papers, returned them, and said, "Hello, Mr. Soros, I'm Pierre, I'm here to pick you up, and the car is outside." ”

"Well, thank you so much." Soros smiled and said, let's go.

The two came out of the café and got into a car. In the car, Pierre said, "Mr. Soros, you have a British accent. ”

"Yes, I'm British." Soros said with a smile. "It's a nice place in France, much better than in England."

"yes, France is a good place." Pierre said happily, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Soros, you are much younger than I thought, you know, I thought you were about the same age as our director." ”

"Hehe, it's just luck." Soros smiled.

The young man named Pierre seems to be very talkative, and Soros seems happy to talk to him. Soros seems to have a unique temperament that makes people feel happy to get along with him.

"Mr. Soros, I've seen the prisoner you're looking for. The guy was imprisoned for fraud, but the amount was not huge. No matter how I think he is, he won't be an important person. Pierre asked, puzzled.

"Well, this matter is a bit complicated, he knows some important information, and I can't talk about the specific situation in detail."

"Hehe, I understand." Pierre smiled, indicating that he didn't care.

After a while, they arrived at their destination, a prison on the outskirts of Paris. After the accident and related formalities, the two went to the interrogation room, Pierre stayed outside, Soros opened the door and walked in, and then closed the door again.

A middle-aged man sat there, dressed in prison uniform, looking thin, but in good spirits, with a cleanly shaved beard on his face. He looked at Soros suspiciously.

Soros sat down across the table across from him. He smiled and looked at the middle-aged man opposite without speaking.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" The middle-aged man said suspiciously, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Soros didn't speak, but took out a magic wand from his arms under the surprised eyes of the middle-aged man, and with a flick of it, he laid a magical enchantment around them. He smiled and said, "Well, no one is going to bother us now, Boggs." ”

The middle-aged man was very nervous, with a frightened face, "You, who are you?" ”

The young man looked at him and smiled coldly, "Don't worry, Boggs." I wasn't sent by the Ministry of Magic. You're so smart to hide in this place, no wonder they can't find you. It's no surprise that this place is like paradise compared to Azkaban. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to calm down a little, he took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Who are you and what do you want to do here?" ”

The young man smiled, "It doesn't matter who I am, as for my purpose. He stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and said coldly, "I just want to know who betrayed the Potter family back then." ”

The middle-aged man was startled, and he jumped up and wanted to take something out of his arms. The young man waved his wand at him, and the middle-aged man flew out as if he had been hit by a truck, smashed into a wall, and collapsed to the ground. The young man walked up to him, grabbed his left hand, and a wand flew out of the middle-aged man's arms and fell into his hand. He pointed his wand at the middle-aged man and said, "Recover quickly." ”

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and saw the young man standing in front of him, still holding his magic wand in his hand, so he smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that I still hadn't escaped, it has been eleven years, and I was finally found by you." He looked up at the young man, "Are you here to get me?" ”

Soros sat back in his chair, wand in his hand, "No, Burgess, I just want to know who betrayed the Potter family back then. He looked at the middle-aged man, "As for who I am, hmph, my name is Sauron-Sauron?" Porter. ”

Boggs' eyes widened, "How is it possible, the Potter family's child should only be eleven years old, how can you ...... You used a polyjuice decoction?! ”

Sauron didn't reply, acquiescing. "My parents used the Loyalty Charm to hide themselves, and if the secret didn't tell me, they wouldn't have been found. I wonder who the secret is, in other words, who told Voldemort the secret. ”

"It's Sirius Black, everyone knows that." Boggs said nervously. "You don't have to come to me."

Sauron shook his head, "No, I want more accurate information. I couldn't get into Azkaban and see Black, so I had to talk to the Death Eaters and look around, and I learned that there were two people who might have been in contact with the informer, one was you and the other was Linkor, and neither of you had been captured in Azkaban. Now, who is the whistleblower? ”

"I don't know, I haven't been in contact with that person." Burgess insisted.

"Well, why bother?" Sauron shook his head and pointed his wand at Boggs, "Drill the heart and cut the bone"

"Ahh Sauron didn't stop, and after a minute, Boggs was no longer howling, convulsing in pain.

Sauron paused and continued, "Now, sue me, who is that man?" ”

Boggs sobbed, tears streaming down his face, and he looked at Sauron in horror, "Yes, it's Peter Pettigrew, it's him." I don't know the specifics, it was Linker who found him, I don't know anything else, please, let me go. ”

Sauron smiled and glanced at him, "Look, that's good." Everyone is doing well. Well, I want to know, where is Lincol now, I can't find him, I think, as a good friend of his, you should know. ”

Boggs looked scared and regretful, and he avoided Sauron's gaze and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know. ”

Sauron's left hand grabbed through the air, and Boggs seemed to be dragged in front of Sauron by an invisible hand. Sauron flipped him over with his foot and stepped on his chest, "Don't test my patience, Boges, you and Linkle are mutually recognizable Slytherins, you're best friends, and besides, you're his secret man." Now, sue me where he is. ”

Boggs smiled weakly, "Since you know that we are Slytherins who recognize each other, you should also know that Slytherin will never betray true friends. ”

"Really?" Sauron sneered, "Dig into the heart." ”

Boggs howled in pain, this time Sauron lasted longer, and Boggs looked like he was dying, so he stopped.

"Still won't say?" Sauron stared into his eyes.

This time Boggs didn't shy away, he looked at Sauron with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Sauron looked at him and frowned, the Dementor and the Truth Elixir were useless against the Brave Loyalty Spell, and it seemed that Boggs was the Iron Heart to carry it to the end. After a long moment, Sauron's brow furrowed, and he waved his wand, and a large brown suitcase appeared on the ground. Sauron tapped the box with his wand, the box opened automatically, Sauron took out a cage from the inside, which contained several mice, Sauron grabbed one, hung it in the air with his wand, and put the cage back in the box. Sauron closed the lid and opened it again, and to his astonishment, the bottom of the box looked like a deep pit. Sauron cast a stun spell on Boggs, then put him in a box, closed the lid, and tapped the box with his wand, and the box disappeared again.

Sauron used a perpetual transformation spell on the rat that was stomping around in the air, turning it into a Boggs look, but "Boggs" was lying on the ground and sniffing around, so Sauron was helpless and had to use the Imperius Charm to calm him down.

Sauron dismantled the magical barrier and pushed open the door to the interrogation room, where Pierre was sitting in the hallway chatting with two prison guards.

"The trial is over, Mr. Soros?" Pierre walked over and asked.

"Well, after the trial, the old thing won't say anything." Sauron sighed.

……

Section III

After being released from prison, Sauron rejected Pierre's invitation and returned to the hotel where he had stayed. For the next two days, Sauron tried his best, but to no avail. In the end, Sauron forcibly extracted Boggs' memories, which was a no-brainer, and the forcibly extracted memories were incomplete, and like the elixir of truth, they could not break the curse of Brave Loyalty, and most importantly, Boggs became a vegetative state - his soul was destroyed by Sauron's curse. Through Guò Boggs's memory, Sauron narrowed down the confines of Lyncor, a small town in eastern France.

After checking Boggs' memories, Sauron decided to take a walk in the streets, and the two days of interrogation made Sauron irritated.

It was already dark outside, and it was still raining lightly. Soren took an umbrella from the shelf by the hotel door and strolled through the streets of Paris with it. Paris at night is beautiful, the rain reflects the lights, bright and hazy. The hotel is on the banks of the Seine, and Sauron walks quietly and slowly along the banks of the Seine, the fragrance of flowers mixed with the sound of rain, accompanied by a cool night breeze, which gradually erases the irritability of Sauron from his heart for several days.

Paris is romantic, both past and present. Even on rainy nights, you can see lovers in pairs on the riverside, and the Seine flows quietly, and the mottled years bear witness to the love of lovers. The rain hit the river, soothing the reflection of the lights on both sides, just like the hazy feelings, lingering in my heart. Soren walked slowly, and at last he simply put away his umbrella, and let the rain fall on his face, and then slid over his face, cool, like night, softly, like tears—Paris was lonely, both past and present.

Sauron walked slowly, immersed in the melancholy and sadness of his heart—on the banks of the Seine, he was a lonely passerby, coming in a hurry and walking quietly. He didn't notice that an inexplicable wave of magic power emanated from him, making everyone around him feel a burst of melancholy and loneliness.

"Are you alright, sir?" A melodious female voice pulled Sauron out of his musings.

Sauron stopped, and turned to look at the person who was speaking—a beautiful girl, dressed in a long black dress, with long waterfall-like silver hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of large blue eyes looking at Sauron, showing a hint of curiosity and slight concern.

Seeing that Sauron didn't speak, the girl whispered, "You just emitted a strong wave of magic, and while those Muggles don't understand what's going on, they can feel it." You know, that's not good. The girl looked a little nervous.

Sauron realized what he had just done, and he looked at the girl in front of him apologetically, "I'm sorry, my love just got a little out of control." Thank you. ”

The girl smiled, and she looked at the young man in front of her—his handsome appearance, his tall figure, and most importantly, his inexplicable temperament, noble, mature and with a touch of sadness, which filled her with curiosity about him. She hesitated for a moment, then did something that surprised her a little, "Sir, can I walk with you, you didn't seem to be very happy just now." After saying that, his face was slightly red.

Sauron looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise, she was very beautiful, it made people feel amazing, looking at her, it made Sauron feel happy and relaxed for no reason. Sauron was accustomed to the darkness, and he was accustomed to it, but he could not be wary of this girl.

"Well, thank you." Sauron said with a smile.

The girl didn't have an umbrella with her, and she put a waterproof charm on herself, but Sauron held it up anyway, and the two walked slowly along the riverbank.

"I really wanted to thank you just now, if it weren't for you, I might have caused trouble." Sauron said with a smile.

"It's nothing. It's you, you just seemed very sad. The girl whispered, her voice a little hoarse, but nice.

"Hehe, I was a little touched for a while." Sauron smiled wryly, "It's rude, but I think I should do it—my name is Sauron?" Porter. What about you, beautiful young lady? ”

"My name is Fleur, Fleur? Delacour. The girl said, "Potter, you and that Harry?" Is Potter a family? ”

"Oh." Sauron was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, what happened to him, how did he tell her his real name, "No, it has nothing to do with him." ”

"You have an English accent, Mr. Potter. Do you live in this? ”

"No, I'm here to do something." "What about you, Miss Delacour?" ”

"My family lives in Paris, it's summer vacation, and I'm going to school in Beauxbatons." The girl said, "Mr. Potter, what school did you graduate from?" The girl looked at Sauron and said.

"Me?" Sauron smiled, "I'm at Hogwarts, but I haven't graduated yet. ”

Fleur looked at him in surprise, then smiled and said, "You're kidding, Mr. Potter, it's not a good habit to cheat on a lady." ”

Sauron looked at her and smiled slightly, "Why do you say that?" ”

"The magic you just exuded is very strong, and it can't be hidden from me. Students certainly don't have the magic of this intensity. ”

Sauron looked at her in surprise, he could clearly feel the strength of the magic, and it seemed that she was a very talented little witch. "Hehe, then I'll be a lie. By the way, why are you running out so late? ”

The girl was a little angry after hearing this, "It's all Gabrielle, it's my sister, I quarreled with my mother, so I ran out alone to relax." ”

"Tantrums are not what a good girl should do, it's late, thank you for walking with me, I'm in a much better mood, now, I should send you home." Sauron saw that the girl was a little reluctant, so he added. "It's what a gentleman should do."

Fleur looked at him and smiled, "Okay, but I'm afraid we'll have to take a Muggle taxi." ”

"Where is your house, Miss Delacour?" As he spoke, Sauron conjured up a map of the city of Paris—a magical map for wizards—marking places covered by masking spells.

Fleur looked at the map, then pointed out the location of her home. She looked up at Sauron, curious what he was going to do. Sauron smiled and stretched out his right arm, "It might be a little uncomfortable, but I guess it's faster than taking a taxi." Put your hand on my arm, beautiful young lady. ”

Fleur smiled, "It's nothing, I feel as uncomfortable as a Muggle taxi." With that, he put his hand on Sauron's right arm, and the two men disappeared in place, leaving only the Seine flowing slowly, reflecting the bright lights of the riverbank.

ps: Don't blame the buddy for writing badly, and don't blame the buddy for writing less. I really don't have the talent to write about encounters, and it took me a long time to make up such a paragraph. I really tried my best, please forgive me...... If you think it's fake, if you think it's bloody, alas, continue to forgive me.

Regarding Fleur's personality, here is still to make her cheerful and kind, after all, she is just 14 years old, and there are still three years between her and the Goblet of Fire, so there must be a difference in personality. In one, if it's not love at first sight, it's a call at first sight. If you look at the right eye, you will definitely be able to talk better.

About Sauron, alas, it should be considered love at first sight. Sauron is the sword, and Fleur is the scabbard. Love, the future Great Demon King has fallen like this......

This is the beginning, true love still has a long way to go, everyone can rest assured, they will not love to death as soon as they meet.