Section I

At the beginning of the morning, the sun appeared from the horizon, and the camp that had been silent all night gradually became noisy. Outside a tent on the edge of the camp, Sauron and Fleur gathered around a small campfire with a kettle for boiling water. Sauron crouched by the fire, carefully adding thin twigs to it, while the maiden sat aside, quietly reading, with a languid black phoenix lying on her shoulder.

"Honey, we have a fully equipped kitchen in our tent." Sauron stood up, looked at the girl, and said.

"yes, yes." The girl didn't look up, but Phobertor looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Uh, okay." He saw the sly smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, and smiled helplessly.

Sauron tossed and turned for a while to boil the water, because the campfire was too small and the pot was too big, and the main problem was that the girl was staring too closely to use magic. Sauron made two cups of tea, holding the cups and sitting with the girl, the rising water vapor in the cups mixed with the fragrance of tea leaves, giving people a different kind of warmth in this slightly cold morning.

"I'm going to see Madame Maxim today." The girl leaned on Sauron, took a sip of tea, and said abruptly.

"Madame Maxim?" Sauron raised an eyebrow, "Headmaster of Beauxbatons?" ”

The girl nodded, "Madame Maxim will bring my classmates over to watch the game today, they have been training intensively during the previous holidays. She paused, "I guess you know, they're preparing for the Triwizard Tournament soon." ”

"Triwizard Tournament, well, I've heard, the Ministry of Magic has put a lot of effort into that." Sauron said nonchalantly, he was stunned for a moment when he said this, and turned his head to look at the girl beside him, "You don't want to participate, do you?" ”

"Of course, I'll represent Beauxbatons." The girl said a little stiffly, "In Beauxbatons, I am the best." ”

Looking at the frowning girl, Sauron smiled wryly, apparently annoyed by his disdain when talking about the tournament. He grabbed the girl flatteringly and said apologetically, "Sorry dear, I didn't know you would participate." ”

"Now you know." The girl struggled angrily for a moment, then leaned back into Sauron's arms, "Will you participate?" ”

"Well, probably not." Sauron said that he waved his hand away from the somewhat obstructive Fordtor, and the Dark Phoenix screamed in displeasure and disappeared into the campfire.

Sauron ignored the dark phoenix very unjustly, feeling the body temperature of the girl in his arms, he said slowly: "You also know that the competition was founded more than seven hundred years ago, and it was originally just a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe, but then it gradually became too political, so that the competition process became more and more cruel. ”

"So the tournament was interrupted for a while?" The girl asked.

"Yes, there are casualties every time, and at the worst time, all three contestants died. A large number of extremely good young wizards died in the tournament. Later, the decision-makers realized that such sacrifices were too high for the benefit they received, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. Sauron said with some sighs. This time, the politicians made a compromise and put a lot of effort into reviving the tournament, and although the competition would be much safer, the ultimate goal would not be to make friends with young wizards from all over the world - they were trying to figure out the tournament, show the strength of their younger generations, and use relatively harmonious means to gain their own interests and defeat their opponents. ”

The fire in the fire was about to be extinguished, and Sauron drew his wand and pointed at the bushes not far away, and several lush bushes dried into dead branches in the blink of an eye, and then were split into thin strips by an invisible force and flew into the campfire. Sauron's movements were small, and he didn't chant a spell, so the girl leaning into his arms didn't notice his apparently inappropriate behavior.

"It sounds disgusting." Fleur frowned, and said in a low voice, "I thought that the tournament was a good place to prove my worth. ”

"Hehe, it's all inevitable." Sauron smiled, he glanced at the fire again, and found that the flame had become steady, so he continued, "Actually, for you, you don't have to worry about that, the tournament is indeed a good place to prove yourself - bravery, intelligence, strength, and perseverance, these are the excellent qualities that make the strong all take into account in the Triwizard Tournament. Just like you, my good girl, I believe you have all the above qualities, and in addition to that, a touching beauty and a kind and pure heart. ”

"But you still haven't said why you're participating." The girl said keenly, she pressed her hand on Sauron's hand and stroked it gently, "Don't tell me that you think the game is too boring. ”

"Well, maybe there's a reason for that." Sauron said assumingly, and when he felt the girl's hand tighten, he immediately added, "You know, demigods can't interfere lightly in politics. My identity is too sensitive, and if I participate in this obviously politically charged competition, I am afraid that it will cause too much unnecessary trouble. ”

In this way, the two snuggled together and chatted and drank tea, until the camp became crowded again, when they packed up their tea sets, extinguished the bonfire, and prepared to go to the center of the camp to meet Madame Maxim.

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Section II

It took Harry and his party a great deal of effort to make their way through the oddly shaped tents and find the spot they had booked at the end of the camp near the forest. After much hard work, they set up two tents, which, like Sauron's, were enchanted and resembled a small apartment. The only problem was that the boys' top had a pungent cat smell in it, which made Harry uncomfortable.

Once they were settled, Mr. Weasley insisted on building a fire outside and making a Muggle-style breakfast, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione had no choice but to fetch water at the water intake on the other side of the camp with their kettles and saucepans.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist had gradually lifted, and they saw tents on all sides, and they could not see the end. They slowly walked through the tents, looking around with interest. Harry realized that there were so many witches and wizards in the world, and he had never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before.

As the game approached, supporters of Ireland and Bulgaria began to take a stand - the Irish fans' tents were covered with a thick layer of shamrocks, which looked like countless oddly shaped green hills emerging from the ground; And the Bulgarian fans put the same poster on the tent with a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is frowning except for the blink.

"Who's that?" Hermione asked in a whisper.

"Krum." Ron said, his eyes wide open at Hermione, as if surprised that she didn't know Krum, "Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker. ”

"He's so gloomy." Hermione said, blinking and frowning at the countless krums around her.

"Too gloomy?" Ron rolled his eyes up, "Who cares about his appearance?" He's amazing! And he is very young, only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, you'll see tonight. ”

They talked as they went, and after a while they reached the faucet in the corner of the camp, where a small line had formed, and the two wizards standing on their side were arguing about the odd clothes of one of them, which they were no longer surprised by, and many wizards could not understand what was normal in the eyes of Muggles, as if the old wizard beside them was wearing a long lady's printed pajamas.

"You see, a lot of wizards don't know anything about Muggle life." Hermione snorted as she looked at Ron, "Especially wizards who were born into pure-blood families. ”

Ron could only laugh awkwardly at this, after all, as Hermione said, even pure-blood wizarding families like the Weasleys who like Muggles don't know much about Muggles, and Mr. Weasley is a typical example.

"It looks like the wizard living in that tent must be a Muggle." Harry answered, pointing to a tent not far away, "It's a standard Muggle outdoor tent, and Aunt Vernon's has one about the same, but it's much bigger than that, it's too small for Dali's big guy." ”

Hermione and Ron were amused by Harry's words, and then it was their turn to fetch water, and they put pots and jugs under the faucets, and Harry subconsciously looked up and looked at the tent again. The sun was gradually rising, and the sun was shining from behind the tent, illuminating the outline of the tent in a well-defined way.

"That's it." Harry was stunned for a moment, he could see clearly that on the top of the tent, strange crow-like birds had been quietly perched there. It has a black body like a crow, and a black mist rises in the sunlight. As if sensing Harry's gaze, the strange bird turned its head and met him.

Harry's eyes tightened—there was only a strange yellow eye on the bird's head, and the erect pupils had a cold, evil aura. Harry stared at the bird, and for some reason, an inexplicable sense of disgust welled up in his heart, and the noise around him disappeared, as if the whole world had left him; The strange bird in his eyes vanished, replaced by a black flame, and a distorted and painful human face appeared and disappeared in the flames.

Harry stared at the flame for a long time, but only for a moment, and when Hermione saw Harry stunned and called him, Harry suddenly withdrew from that strange state.

"What are you looking at, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Harry said perfunctorily, but still looking in the direction of the tent.

Now there was nothing there, as if the strange crow-like bird had never appeared, as if the qiē just a hallucination was just his hallucination......