Section I

It was a barren swamp, and the early morning sun filtered through the thick haze, dappling light and shadow on the damp ground, all the way through the mud, and at the edge of the higher marsh, a door and a low-looking and dilapidated stone house stood alone in the mist. As if a gust of wind was blowing suddenly, two vague figures appeared in the mist, silenting the nearby whispering grass insects.

"Honey, are you sure it's here?" A crisp female voice asked, with a unique French rhyme, "This doesn't look like a good place to camp." ”

"This should be it." A man's voice said, "It's not a good place, but it's hard to find a field that's big enough and remote enough, after all, the Ministry of Magic can't arrange Quidditch matches at Wembley Stadium." ”

It was Sauron and Fleur, and on Sauron's shoulders, the Dark Phoenix nested quietly, burying its head in the feathers of its wings, and it was clear that the damp environment was making it unhappy. Sauron rarely changed out of the black wizard robe today, but wore a very professional outdoor outfit, and carried a huge camping bag on his back, and the same was true for Fleur next to him, but the backpack was much smaller, in fact, if there was no dark phoenix on Sauron's shoulder, the two of them would be like an ordinary couple camping outdoors.

The two of them walked towards the door of the stone house, their thick soles squeaking slightly against the wet grass. Behind the stone hut was a gentle slope of hundreds of oddly shaped tents that stretched to a dark forest on the horizon, and a man stood in front of the door looking out at the tents. Hearing the footsteps of the two men, the man turned to look at them.

"Good morning!" The man said.

"Good morning." Sauron replied lightly, "Are you Mr. Roberts?" ”

"Ah, exactly." The man said, "Who are you?" ”

"Sauron Potter - a tent, booked on Friday."

"Oh, let me see." Roberts said, squinting at the registration form taped to the door, "Yes, there's a place for you." Do you have a place in the bushes near the top of the slope for one night? ”

"Yes." Sauron said.

"So, pay now, is it okay?" Roberts said. Sauron didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, took a wad of banknotes from his pocket, counted out a few and handed them to Roberts.

"Exactly fifteen." Roberts counted the money and said, "Have a good day." ”

Sauron and Fleur made their way to the camp with their bags on their backs, occasionally seeing strangely dressed wizards along the way, apparently trying to disguise their identities with Muggle costumes, but without success.

"I didn't expect you to be so familiar with Muggle life." Fleur looked at her clothes and said that they had been bought by Sauron with her at the Muggle Outdoor Store, and that Sauron seemed very familiar with them throughout the purchase.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in Quidditch either." Sauron laughed and said, "I didn't think ladies would like this kind of sport. ”

"Please, dear, this is the final of the Quidditch World Cup." Fleur made a surprised look and said, "And, ladies love Quidditch too, actually, I'm a good flyer." "It seems that my good girl is much better than me." Sauron gave a self-deprecating smile, "It's much easier for me to blow up a Quidditch pitch into a pit than it is to fly around the pitch on a broomstick. ”

Fleur was stunned for a moment, she grabbed Sauron and looked at him, her pale blue eyes glinting with a gentle and soft light.

"You need to let yourself relax a little more, Søren." Fleur said, "You're stressing too much, and that's not a good thing. ”

Sauron nodded, and kissed her lightly on the cheek, "I'll take notice." ”

The two of them walked through the camp and walked among the strangely shaped tents, it was still early in the morning, and many people had not yet gotten up, except for the wizards who had just arrived at the camp who were busy, and only a few wizards could be seen walking around the tents in their pajamas, sleepy-eyed.

Sauron's intended place was on the edge of the camp near the water source, and the ground was fairly flat, but with clumps of long grass and a few scattered shrubs, it seemed to be a bit of a way.

"Alright, now we should set up camp." Sauron put down his backpack and looked at the ground with a slight frown, "I knew I should have asked Bono to come and tidy up in advance." ”

"Hmm, you said you wanted to take me to experience the camping life of ordinary people." Fleur quipped, "What, do you want to help?" ”

Sauron showed a rare hint of embarrassment, he had brought a sapper shovel with him, but it was clear that it would take a long time to clear such a large area. He looked at Fleur and smiled helplessly, "Looks like I'm going to break my promise." ”

Sauron stretched out his hand and clenched his fingers in a void, causing a not-so-small wave of magic that provoked several nearby wizards to look at him. In front of him, the originally lush vegetation withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and then turned into wisps of dust. Fleur raised an eyebrow and looked around a little nervously, only to be slightly relieved to see that no one had shown any special concern about Sauron's behavior. It was clear that Sauron had just used what appeared to be a curse, and although almost all wizards in real life had used it to a greater or lesser extent, and the Ministry of Magic was very ambiguous in this way, it was still a bit excessive to use it in such a public setting.

"Don't worry, Fleur." Sauron saw her concern and comforted her, "The Ministry of Magic isn't that boring, just because I used my magic to clean up the camp and put me in Azkaban. ”

The girl smiled, realizing that she was a little too nervous, and she put her backpack on the ground and sat down to watch Sauron set up the tent. It must be said that Sauron was indeed familiar with these tasks, and it didn't take long for Sauron to set up a small two-person tent, the blue synthetic fabric surface and the same shape as the Muggle tent, making it look a little out of place in the surrounding tents. However, when Fleur bends down to get inside, she realizes that the tent has also been enchanted - it is very large, with two bedrooms and a bathroom, and most exaggeratedly, a large kitchen with all kinds of kitchen utensils.

"Well, that's good." Sauron stepped in, and said with some pride that the tent had been repurposed from a normal camping tent, and that although it hadn't used much advanced magic, the small and tedious arrangement had kept him busy all night.

"Well, that's good." The girl nodded and said, "I see there's a kitchen here." ”

"yes, it's spacious, and you have all the tools." Sauron said, but seeing the hint of banter in the girl's eyes, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken, dear," she chuckled, "you don't seem to be going to do anything but cook noodles." ”

"Uh......" Sauron was speechless, he felt that the embarrassment he had encountered in the past ten years was not as much as it is today, so he had to look at the girl and smile bitterly, "Maybe I can try grilled sausages." ”

"Thankfully, though." The smile on Fleur's face deepened, her arms gently wrapped around Sauron's neck, and her pale blue eyes looked at him, "As a lady, I am very good at cooking. ”

Sauron looked at the girl's beautiful face and gently kissed her on the lips, "Thank you, dear. ”

The two quietly embraced each other, feeling each other's existence, quiet and happy. Power is a sharp blade, but it is also a shackle, which imprisons and tortures oneself while hurting others. For more than a decade, penance, killing, and intrigue were a part of Sauron's life, and every minute and every second, he was alone with unimaginable pain—and this was the price of gaining power. Because of this, this kind of small warmth, which can no longer be ordinary in the eyes of others, is precious to Sauron.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the tent, pulling the two out of this quiet atmosphere. Fleur nudged Sauron lightly, pulled out of his arms, and asked, "What's going on outside?" ”

"I don't know." Sauron shrugged, turned and walked towards the door, muttering with some dissatisfaction, "Hell, it's not quiet in the morning." ”

Sauron opened the door to the tent and went out, looked in the direction from which the noise had come, and disappeared where it was, only to reappear abruptly after a moment.

"It's the Bulgarian team, they just arrived at the venue." Sauron slipped into the tent and said to Fleur, "That crowd of fans is about to lose their minds, a bunch of white ......"

Sauron had always been dismissive of such entertainment, and incidentally had some habitual disdain for his fanatical fans, but when he saw the menacing smile on the face of the girl opposite, Sauron swallowed the unfinished word back into his stomach in time.

"Honey." Fleur said softly, the smile on her face getting brighter, "I'm a fan of the Bulgarian team. ”

PS: In this chapter, Sauron sells cuteness without discipline......

Rest assured, the tone of this article will not change, this chapter is a little lighthearted, on the one hand, I want to make Sauron's character fuller, on the other hand, I also want to make the article relaxed, to prevent everyone's aesthetic fatigue, after all, even horror movies will occasionally be funny.

Recently, the safety of the unit has been rectified.,Usually don't let you use the computer.,So the update is really powerless.,Forgive me.,The doctor will try to code words on Sunday.,See if you can get out of a chapter tonight.。 Thank you again for your support.