Section I

On Thursday morning, Sauron sat at the end of the Slytherin table near the faculty chair, which had belonged to Sauron since the night of the entrance dinner. Sauron ate his breakfast slowly, when Epikos walked up to him and sat down.

"Good morning, Mr. Sauron," said Ibikos respectfully, calling Sauron His Highness only in private. "You look good."

"Good morning, Ibpicos, you look good today." Sauron said as he looked at him, then he turned his head and continued to eat his breakfast.

"I've heard you've got into a fight with Dean Snape in Potions class, and I don't think that's wise." Ibikos said with a smile, pointing.

"It doesn't matter," Sauron raised an eyebrow and put down the dishes, "I think it's just that Professor Snape is a little too sensitive." ”

"Oh, I hope so." "By the way, the little Malfoy guy seems to be a little too excited today. ”

Marl talks about flying at the dinner table. He complained loudly that first-year students were not eligible to play on the House Quidditch team, and he told many long, boastful stories, which always ended with his thrilling escape from a Muggle helicopter.

Sauron pouted, "He's still not mature enough. ”

Sauron's words were clueless, but Ibikos smiled knowingly.

……

At the Gryffindor table, the students were eating breakfast and laughing with each other, and the atmosphere was much livelier than the Slytherin table.

"Good morning, Harry, oh, and our little brother." Fred and George came up behind Harry and Ron and said suddenly, Harry jumped—Ron was comforting Harry, who was a little nervous about the afternoon flying lesson.

"I said, Sauron is so cool." Fred said. "I've never heard of a first-year student daring to go against Snape." It was George who spoke. "You know, Snape is not an easy person to deal with, he deducted more than 100 points from both of us last year." Both said at the same time.

Hermione raised an eyebrow unnaturally and snorted softly.

"The Slytherins are not easy to deal with-", "But apparently your brother is doing well there-", "They seem to be afraid of Sauron-", "Especially that little idiot from the Malfoys." "Fred and George, you say it to me." But that's as it should be, know - twins are always the best! They said in a weird, exaggerated tone. Alright, we're going to dinner, have a nice day, and you, dear Ronnie - be careful of falling into the toilet, hahahaha. The twins left with that, and Ron shook his fist behind them.

"Is it true that Malfoy is afraid of my brother?" Harry asked Ron uncertainly.

"Probably, Malfoy never seemed to dare to be presumptuous in front of your brother." Ron said.

An owl flies in, and it brings Neville a small package from Neville's grandmother. Neville excitedly opened it and showed everyone a glass ball the size of a marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" He explained, "Grandma knows that I always have no memory—she will tell you if there is something you forgot to do." Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red—oh" He suddenly elongated his face as the memory ball suddenly glowed red, "You just forgot something"

Neville struggled to remember what he had forgotten, and just then, Draco Malfoy passed by the Gryffindor dining table and snatched the memory ball out of his hand.

Harry and Ron leapt to their feet. For some reason, they were somewhat hopeful of having a fight with Malfoy. However, Professor McGonagall was always more keenly aware of the mess than any other teacher, and she showed up in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?" Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor. Malfoy's face darkened, and he quickly tossed the memory ball back onto the table.

"We'll see." He slipped away in a hurry, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

At half-past three in the afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindor students hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door, ready for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass waved slightly under their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field. There is a forest on the other side of the lawn, and it is dark in the distance?? The trees swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, standing in a line, Sauron in the middle, and twenty broomsticks lined up on the ground.

The teacher, Mrs. Hodge, came. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Sauron glanced down at his broomstick, it was worn and old, and some branches were poking out in the air, but he didn't care.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," called Mrs. Hooch in front, "and say, 'Get up!.'"

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Sauron's broom didn't move, in stark contrast to Harry's, and Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once. But there are only a few such obedient brooms. Hermione. Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broomstick didn't move at all like Sauron's. Sauron was a little helpless, and although he could easily blow the field into a deep pit, he clearly had little talent for dealing with broomsticks.

Mrs. Hodge then showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips.

"All right, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to my whistle -- three-two-"

However, Neville was too nervous to be left on the ground, so he kicked hard and flew up without waiting for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hooch shouted, but Neville went straight up like a cork squirting out of a bottle—twelve feet—twenty feet. Sauron saw his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was speeding away below, and saw him panting with his mouth wide open as he slid off the side of his broomstick. Sauron watched Neville fall to the ground, and he pulled out his wand and waved it lightly as Neville was about to touch the ground. Neville seemed to have fallen onto a large invisible cushion, unharmed, but his face was pale and dazed, clearly frightened.

Mrs. Hooch bent down at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"It doesn't look like it's hurt, you're lucky kid. All right, kid - it's all right, you get up. ”

She turned to Sauron and said, "Good job, Mr. Potter, Slytherin plus 5," said the rest of the class. I'll send this kid to Madam Pomfrey to check it out, and none of you are allowed to move!" Put the broomstick back in its place, or you'll be kicked out of the Hogwarts gates before you can say 'Quidditch'. Let's go, dear. ”

With tears on his face, Nacheng left with Mrs. Huoqi. Mrs. Hodge put her arm around him.

No sooner had they gone than Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Do you see his face, that big silly man, and the other Slytherin students echo him.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvatipetil snapped.

"Ho, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said she was an ugly-looking Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tear packs, Petyer."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." ”

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy glanced at Sauron cautiously, and found that Sauron was staring blankly, ignoring the students present.

Malfoy sneered.

"Where do I want to put it, and let Longbottom pick it up—put it on a tree—how about it?"

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broomstick and taken off. His previous words were not bragging—he did fly well—he hovered parallel to the treetops of an oak tree, and cried out loudly; "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry looked at Sauron, hoping that he would stop Malfoy, but Sauron didn't respond, and there seemed to be an inexplicable smile on his lips, which made him feel uncomfortable, so Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move—you're going to get us all in trouble." ”

Harry ignored her. The blood rattled his eardrums. He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, and he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, and his robes fluttering behind him.

He jerked the broom around and pointed it at Malfoy in the air. Malfoy looked taken aback.

"Bring it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broomstick." ”

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was nervous.

Harry leaned forward and grabbed the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodged; Harry jerked back and grabbed the broomstick steadily. A few people below are clapping.

"There's no Crab and Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy." Harry shouted.

Malfoy seems to have had the same idea.

"Here, see if you can catch it!" With a yell, he threw the orb high into the air before quickly landing towards the ground.

Sauron had been staring at Harry since he had flown into the sky to prevent him from having an accident, but Harry had flown well.

The orb rose into the sky and began to fall. Harry leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downwards - and in the blink of an eye, he sped down and chased after the orb, only to see him reach out and catch it a foot above the ground. He straightened the broomstick in time, and then he fell lightly to the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his palm.

"Harry Potter."

Professor McGonagall was running towards them. Harry got up from the ground, shivering.

"I've been at Hogwarts for all my years - never - "

Professor McGonagall was speechless in astonishment, her glasses glinting with anger, "-how dare you- you're going to break your neck-"

"It's not his fault, Professor—"

"Shut up, Miss Petill—"

"But Malfoy—"

"Say no more, Mr. Weasley. Alright, Potter, follow me. ”

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry mechanically following.

"Why don't you speak!" Ron huffed at Sauron, "He's your brother, he's going to be fired." ”

Malfoy also looked at Sauron with a complicated expression, looking nervous.

Sauron gave Ron a cold look, then turned to Malfoy and said, "Ask Mrs. Hodge for me to take leave, I have something to leave first." He left the field and walked towards the castle.

……

At dinner time, Epikos sat down next to Sauron, and the other Slytherin students kept their distance from the two, and the expression on Sauron's face was gloomy.

"I've heard that Harry has become a trusted Seeker for Gryffindor, and I'm guessing he'll be the youngest Hogwarts Seeker in a century." "He's good, isn't he." ”

"Yes, he's inherited my father's gift," Sauron said, but there was no hint of joy in his tone. "I also inherited my father's recklessness."

"So he belongs to the brave Gryffindor." Ibikos said, and he changed the subject; "Don't you blame Malfoy, he didn't look good enough this afternoon."

"Forget it this time, I hope he can do better in the future." Sauron didn't look at Epikos and said in a flat tone.

……

Section II

Harry felt as if his heart had disappeared from his chest.

Now he, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were facing a monstrous dog that filled all the space from ceiling to floor. It had three heads, three pairs of vicious eyes that were dripping and turning, three noses, twitching and trembling in their direction, and three drooling mouths, which hung from the yellowed dog's teeth like slimy rope.

Harry and Ron agreed to Drach Malfoy's invitation to a duel, sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room at midnight, and then met Hermione and Neville on their way to the agreed location, the prize showroom. But when they arrive at the prize showroom, they quickly realize that Malfoy had tricked them because he hadn't come at all. Then, in order to avoid Administrator Filch, they fled into the forbidden hallway in a panic......

Now, the big three-headed dog stood motionless, all six eyes fixed on them. Harry knew that the only reason they weren't dead was because they had taken it by surprise when they suddenly appeared. But it was quickly coming back to its senses, and it was all too clear what that deafening roar meant.

Harry fumbled to twist the doorknob - between Filch and death, he would rather choose Filch.

They stepped back - Harry slammed the door shut. When they returned to the hallway, they ran as fast as they could, not noticing that the big dog seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. When they were far away, a man appeared out of thin air by the door, and it was Sauron.

Sauron stood there and didn't leave, he frowned, and said into the empty hallway, "When are you going to see it, dear Professor Dumbledore." ”

Then, just like Sauron, Dumbledore also emerged out of thin air. He looked at Sauron with a smile on his face.

"It's amazing, I have to say that your talent for magic is unprecedented. It's hard to believe you can have that kind of strength at this age, Mr. Potter. Dumbledore said appreciatively.

"But I'm nowhere near you, am I?" Sauron looked at Dumbledore and said, "I don't think Voldemort at his peak was no match for you. ”

"You are too modest, Mr. Potter, to know that neither I, Grindelwald, nor Voldemort have ever touched the essence of magic at your age, and I guess you have already lit the Origin Fire." Dumbledore said calmly.

Sauron narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything.

"Mr. Potter, I can sense that you have a strong and cold heart, more ruthless than Voldemort, because his ruthlessness is directed only at others, and you are just as cruel to yourself. Because of this, you have grown faster than him. However, I hope that you can keep your heart and not lose yourself in the pursuit of power, like poor Voldemort. Dumbledore's tone was calm and stern.

After listening to this, Sauron took a deep breath, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Thank you, Professor. ”

Dumbledore listened, his face showed a hint of relief, and then he turned to say in a relaxed tone: "Forgive me for being too talkative as an old man, although I know you care about Harry, he is different from you, after all, he is still just a child, and some things are barely possible." ”

Dumbledore didn't say much, but Sauron understood what he meant. Sauron's expression was complicated, and after a long time, he said helplessly, "I'll try my best, I think when Harry grows up, the situation will be better." ”

……

Section III

For the next week, Sauron's performance was still good, Sauron received a lot of extra points for Slytherin in classes other than Potions and History of Magic, and in Potions class, Snape's relationship with Sauron did not improve, but it did not deteriorate either; As for the History of Magic class, Professor Binns probably didn't remember any of the students.

Another thing that Sauron felt a little helpless and funny was Harry's attitude towards him, every time he met Sauron in the hallway, Harry and Ron beside him always glared at him, and then turned away, as if he had done something nastyly bad. Sauron didn't give any explanation for this, as Dumbledore said, Harry was just a child.

In the morning, Sauron was having breakfast, and Epikos sat next to him as usual, talking to him in a low voice.

"Looks like Professor McGonagall really values Harry." Ibikos said.

"What do you mean?" Sauron raised an eyebrow and asked, a little puzzled.

"No, Professor McGonagall got Harry a broomstick, you know, you can't bring your own broom in the first year." Ibikos said as he motioned for Sauron to look back.

There was a large package on the table in front of Harry, and Harry was reading a letter in his hand, looking excited, and then he and Ron hurried out of the hall.

"Unfortunately, I wanted to surprise him." Sauron said curtly.

"Surprise?" Ibpicos didn't understand, but he quickly learned what Sauron meant.

Six owls flew into the hall and flew towards the Slytherin table, dropping a large, slender package. Sauron stretched out his arm to the package, and it slowly fell into Sauron's hand.

"It was going to be given to him for the game, but now it seems that he can't use it, but unfortunately, it cost me five hundred Galleons." Sauron said. He took out the folded cloth bag, unfolded it, put the package in its entirety, and folded it up and carried it into his arms.

"I have to say, you're really nice to him, and to be honest, you're more of his elder than his twin brother." Ibikos said sincerely.

"Huh." Sauron smiled wryly.

That night, Sauron arrived at the Quidditch pitch alone, by which time it was already dark. On the pitch, Harry was flying up and down on his new broomstick, and a tall, stocky schoolboy - Sauron remembered his name was Wood, was standing on the ground, constantly throwing golf balls in all directions - and Harry was flying up and down, catching all the balls without missing a beat. When it was completely dark, they finished their training. Sauron heard Wood and Harry talking excitedly.

"Harry." Sauron walked up to them, "I want to talk to you. Then Sauron turned to Wood, "Introduce yourself, my name is Sauron-Sauron?" Potter, Harry's older brother, is a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Oh, hello, my name is Oliver? Wood, it's a pleasure to meet you. Wood said, then turning to Harry, "Then I won't bother you, goodbye." With that, he strode away.

Harry looked at Sauron with an unnatural expression.

Sauron looked at Harry's face, which was exactly like himself, sighed, and said; "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry had a surprised look on his face, he hadn't expected Sauron to apologize to him.

"Harry, if I had the same scar on my head and the same glasses as you, would you say that other people would confuse us as they confuse Fred and George."

Harry was even more confused, apparently not understanding what Sauron meant.

"Look at me, Harry." Sauron said as he faced Harry.

Harry looked at Sauron obediently, and then he understood what Sauron meant - there was no doubt that Sauron looked exactly like him, but it gave him a completely different feeling than when he looked in the mirror, Sauron was like a cold, sharp blade, giving people a sense of real oppression.

Sauron noticed that Harry's face was a little unpleasant, and he smiled kindly. He walked over and patted Harry on the shoulder, saying, "Harry, our experiences are not the same, so there are many things I do that you can't understand, and even feel offended, I should have thought of it, but I ignored your feelings. So I apologize to you, but I also want you to understand that I care about you, so don't be reckless and put yourself in danger. Our parents sacrificed their lives to protect us, so, promise me, protect yourself and don't let them down. ”

Harry nodded vigorously after listening to Sauron's words, tears already filling his eyes, but he still tried to keep them from escaping. Sauron stepped forward, patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, then put his arm around his shoulder, and the brothers walked together towards the castle. (It's numb again, sorry.) ）

Section IV

On Halloween's Eve, the smell of roasted pumpkins fills the hallways of Hogwarts, and to the excitement of the first-year students, Professor Flitwick announces in his magic class that he thinks they can start making objects fly. The professor divides the class into pairs and practices floating a feather. Sauron and Malfoy in a group, Crabbe and Goyle in a group... Malfoy was still a little scared of Sauron, but it was much better than when school started, and since talking to Harry that day, Sauron had become a lot more accommodating and less oppressive in the past two months.

I have to admit that Draco, as a member of the pure-blood wizard family, does have extraordinary talents, at least in the whole class, except for Sauron, only Draco can successfully make feathers fly into the sky for the first time. As for the rest, either the feather lay motionless on the table, or it was set on fire. However, they were undoubtedly much luckier than Crabbe, perhaps paying too much attention to Professor Flitwick's example of the wizard of Balufeo, who managed to conjure a black bison after chanting a spell, and then the bison chased Crabbe's partner, Goyle, and ran wild in the classroom, causing a huge commotion......

"These two fools," Malfoy cursed in a low voice, "if this gets the word out, Slytherin will be in disgrace." ”

At night, a thousand bats flutter over the walls and ceiling, and another thousand hover above the table like a low cloud, causing the candles in the pumpkin's belly to flicker. The delicacies suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the opening banquet.

Shortly after the dinner began, Professor Quirrell burst into the dining room, his large scarf slanted over his head and a look of horror on his face. Everyone stared at him, only to see him walk up to Professor Dumbledore's chair, lean back on the table, gasp and say, "The troll - in the underground classroom - thought you should know." With that, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out. There was chaos in the restaurant. Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching fireworks explosions on his wand's head before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "bring the students of your academy to the dormitory at once!"

Epikos and Sauron looked at each other, then he stood up and organized the students back to their dorms. Sauron did not leave with them, but walked into a no-man's corner and disappeared.

……

"Hey, big fool! Come here! Ron shouted as he threw a faucet at the troll. Hermione cowered in the corner, her immobile fear from all she could, and no matter how hard Harry pulled her, she clung to the wall. The troll heard the noise, turned around, and dragged the huge wooden stick towards Ron, who tried to run, but found that he had no way out.

"Ron!" Harry shouted, and he threw a hose at the troll's back, but it ignored it, still closing in on Ron.

"Damn it!" Harry truly understood Sauron's mood at the moment, and he couldn't do anything about it when he saw his friend in danger. Then, a spell came to Harry's mind - it was something Sauron had taught him the other day.

Harry raised his wand and shouted at the troll; "Except for your weapons!"

A red glow shot out from the tip of the wand and hit the troll's back, knocking it to the ground, but that was about it. The troll seemed enraged, and he turned and strode towards Harry, raising his stick as he raised his stick.

Harry was tempted to cast another spell, but it was too late, and the trolls were very close to him. Just as Harry was desperate, Sauron suddenly emerged from thin air and stood between Harry and the trolls. He raised his wand and flicked it at the troll:

"Shadow Blade!"

What seemed to be a shadow streaked across the space where the troll was at great speed, the troll paused, and then, under the surprised gaze of Harry, the troll was split in half, and the hot guts and blood flowed to the ground, causing Harry, Ron, and Hermione to turn around and vomit.

Ron carefully avoided the troll's corpse and made his way to Harry and Hermione. The three seemed stunned, and none of them spoke.

Harry looked up cautiously at Sauron, and saw that his expression was dark and intimidating.

Sauron was furious, "Harry, I need an explanation as to why the three of you are here. Sauron said coldly, "If I hadn't found out that you hadn't returned to Gryffindor's tower, if I hadn't arrived in time, you'd have died, and I'd have slaughtered that troll and clung to your cold corpse and wept!" Sauron's voice grew louder and louder, and he couldn't help but growl. Have you forgotten what I told you, what you promised, why can't you use your brain when things happen! By the end, Sauron's eyes welled up with tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother," Harry said, tears streaming down his face, "but Hermione is in danger, and I can't leave her alone." Harry's voice was small, but firm.

Hearing what Harry wanted to explain, Sauron's anger almost exploded again, but after Harry finished speaking, Sauron's face softened. He said in a tone that was half helpless and half angry, "Then why don't you go to the professors?" ”

"Uh......"

ps: There are a little more meaty scenes in this chapter, forgive me