Section I

As the sun sets and the woods darken, Fleur sits in a wooden chair outside the camp tent with a book in her hand, reading quietly. Forbertol lay on the girl's shoulder, squinting motionless, lazy like a cat.

"Miss, it's time for dinner." The elf Bono walked up to the girl and said respectfully, "Do you have any commands?" ”

"Feel free, Bono." Fleur put down the book in her hand and smiled at the elf.

"Yes, miss." Bono bowed and went back to his tent.

The girl looked at the book in her hand, a little distracted, she sighed softly, stood up, and walked towards the lake. Faubertor opened her eyes at some point, and when Fleur was almost at the edge of the lake, it pecked her ears lightly.

"Huh?" Fleur was stunned for a moment, stopped, and turned to a helpless smile. She looked down at her feet, hidden under the verdant grass, and there were inky blue magic lines, and it would have been almost impossible to spot the magic circle drawn on the ground if it weren't for the occasional mysterious light flowing through it.

Fleur looked up at the lake, where the magic circle where Sauron was was enveloped in black flames, and the raging black flames obscured her vision, but she could feel his presence.

"Will it be dangerous?" The girl leaned into Sauron's arms and asked softly.

Sauron nodded, his expression apologetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to worry, but there are some things I have to do. ”

"Don't be stupid." The girl kissed Sauron's lips lightly and stared into his eyes, "I love you. ”

Sauron hugged her tightly in his arms, and his face rarely showed a strong tenderness, "I love you too, I promise you, I will always be with you." ”

Fleur thought back to the words of last night and Sauron, quietly looking at the raging black flame, the lake was silent, and the faint evening breeze blew, with faint ripples, just like a trace of moisture in the girl's eyes, reflecting the golden light in the evening light of the setting sun.

As if sensing the emotion in the girl's heart, Forbertol gently rubbed his head against her cheek. Fleur came back to her senses, smiled faintly, gently stroked the phoenix on her shoulder, she looked in the direction of Sauron, and whispered softly-

"I love you, and no matter what happens, I will be with you."

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Section II

Just as Fleur couldn't see inside the magic circle, Harry couldn't see outside the magic circle under the shroud of the raging black flames, the black line of fire was rising, and even the sky looked a little blurry and distorted. In the magic circle, Harry's sense of time was a little confused, and he didn't realize that it was evening.

Now, Harry was breathing heavily, his wand clutched tightly in his hand, and throughout the day, Harry had been practicing spells, and although he had failed once, the pain of over-casting had become more and more severe. He felt like a straightened rope, taut to the limit, ready to break at any moment. His brain tingled like a pinprick, the muscles of his body seemed to be torn apart, and every time he breathed, he felt a burning pain in his chest, but Harry gritted his teeth and persevered. Sauron wiped out the last vestiges of weakness from Harry's mind with the threat of death, and Harry understood that Sauron had gambled with his own life to ruthlessly force both brothers into a path where they could only move forward and not go back.

"Except for your weapons!" Harry shouted as a bright red light shot out from the tip of the staff, but it quickly disappeared into the air.

Harry took a deep breath, and from morning to now, as he practiced again and again, unconsciously, some kind of ethereal realization appeared, an experience that could not be described in words, like an instinct, an instinct that resonated with the power of magic. It was a sensation that Harry had never experienced before when he had studied magic, and Harry was keenly aware that this ineffable experience might be what Sauron called his perception of the origin of magic. As he continued to cast spells and consciously capture this rare realization, this realization became clearer. This process is like a baby learning to walk, accumulating experience through repeated failures and attempts, and finally turning it into instinct.

Harry looked at the wand in his hand with some surprise, he had just successfully cast the spell, and before he knew it, he had made a breakthrough. He looked up at Sauron, his eyes inquiring.

Sauron nodded, "As you can imagine, you've touched the door to the origin of magic, so it's good for you to feel that feeling." ”

"What should I do next?" Harry asked, "I think it's afternoon." ”

"It's already night." Sauron said, the black flames around him weakened, burning faintly along the magic patterns of the ground, the sun had already set, and the stars could already be seen in the dark blue sky.

Harry looked around in some surprise, and before he knew it, the day had passed. When he looked at Sauron again, he was found sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating with his eyes closed.

"Well, aren't we going to have dinner?" Harry hesitated, "Didn't we stay here all night?" ”

"All night?" Sauron didn't even open his eyes, "Didn't I say that we stayed here until you succeeded or I was destroyed. As for food—" Sauron paused, "are you hungry?" ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, he just habitually thought that he needed to eat, but after listening to Sauron's words, he was surprised to find that after a whole day of training, he didn't feel hungry.

"Now, all you have to do is calm down." Sauron said quietly, "For the rest, go see for yourself, I can't help you." ”

Harry was a little helpless, and sat cross-legged on the ground like Sauron, although he had heard Hermione mention meditation, but he had never practiced it himself, and when he did sit down, he found it very uncomfortable, and after a while his legs went numb, so he had to change to a slightly more comfortable position, although it looked a little awkward.

"No need for food." Harry pondered, he sensed the wonder of this, and the pain in his body seemed to be fading rapidly, "Is it the effect of this magic circle, or is it some kind of magic that Sauron used." ”

"If you don't need food." Harry glanced at Sauron across from him, and guessed maliciously, "Don't you even need to go to the bathroom?" Soon, though, Harry suppressed his thoughts, he looked at the black flames around him, remembered Sauron's words during the day, and began to calm down and recall the perception of the origin of magic, and he knew that neither Sauron, nor himself, had time to squander.

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Section III

Sauron sank his consciousness into the depths of his soul, and the surrounding Origin Fire seemed to be an extension of his will, and with the help of the amplification of the magic array, Sauron sensed the rules of this world, that is, the source of magical power.

During his battle with Lord Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets, Sauron realizes that Voldemort is further on his quest for the origin of magic than he had ever imagined, not only in terms of strength, but also in the evolution of the nature of life. Wizards who have touched the source of magic and ignited the fire of the source are powerful, and all of these wizards throughout history have achieved amazing things, whether they are evil or evil, they are revered as saints, but relatively speaking, another name is more appropriate - demigods.

From the essence of life, demigods are almost no longer human, compared to the life based on **, demigods are gradually transforming into empty energy and rules, and in the end, their will will override the material world and become a new rule, and this is the ultimate goal pursued by all demigods - God.

But this path to godhood is full of dangers, once it fails, the lucky ones will be wiped out, and the most terrible consequence is to be assimilated by the rules and become a puppet of the rules forever.

Sauron had kept his heart, resisted the temptation of strength to instinct, and passed the first test; Now, he wants to take this opportunity to face a new test - through death and complete the transformation of **.

Voldemort was destroyed, and with the help of the power of a demigod, he wandered between life and death, and although he lost his strength, he completed the test of passing through death, and when he was resurrected, he may be even stronger. Sauron knew that he had to fight once, even if it was to be wiped out, otherwise, he would have no chance of winning against Voldemort again.

Sauron knew very well that from the night his parents killed Voldemort, he had embarked on this path of no return, and could only move forward until he succeeded, cowardice and cowardice, in exchange for only death.

"I will protect what I love, for them - I will not fail!"