Unexpected

Section I

Harry and his party carried buckets and walked towards the Weasleys' tent, passing through the various tents and the various warriors in various costumes, as usual, Harry would look around with interest, but at this time he looked a little absent-minded, frowning and walking ahead of Ron and Hermione.

"Be careful, Harry." Hermione shouted suddenly.

"Huh?" Harry was stunned, and before he knew what was happening, he felt a kick under his feet, and his whole body lost his balance and fell forward hard.

"Oh!" Ron exclaimed, but the next moment, the look of surprise froze on his and Hermione's faces. Before Harry fell to the ground, he disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he stood firmly in front of the two of them, not even spilling the water from the bucket in his hand, and every qiē happened in an instant, as if Harry had never tripped over.

Harry looked at his feet and let out a soft breath, he had just kicked on a tent nail, and now his toes were still slightly sore, and when he looked up, he saw Ron and Hermione's surprised expressions, and he didn't feel a little funny.

"That's pretty cool." Ron said, looking at his face as if he had known Harry on the first day, "How did you do that, man?" ”

"Well, just practice more." For a moment, Harry didn't know what to say, so he had to prevaricate. After experiencing the hardships in the forest, and his own perception and practice during the subsequent period, many magic uses became free for him, as if he were using his limbs, and before he knew it, he had improved a lot.

"It's not a normal skill, it's a lot like apparition, but it's a little different, I guess only someone who is very good at using apparition can do it." Hermione pointed out keenly, looking at Harry with a somewhat complicated look and said slowly, "At least, I don't know of anyone else in Hogwarts who can do it. ”

Harry shook his head slightly, knowing full well that at least one of the Hogwarts students would be able to do it, and that was Sauron. He had come to realize that this instinctive ability to manipulate magic was what Sauron meant to touch the origin of magic—there was no need to recite elaborate incantations word for word, there was no need to wave his wand at every glance, and even the effects of magic itself were no longer fixed.

Thinking of Sauron, Harry's heart sank slightly, since he left the forest, he has not received any news from Sauron, and Dumbledore only told him that Sauron is fine, as for other things have been kept secret. The nightmare that had been haunting him lately, and the strange bird he had just seen that seemed to be hallucinating, Harry had a hunch that there was some connection between all these strange things.

Looking at Harry's somewhat gloomy face, Ron asked with some concern, "Hey, Harry, I think something has been wrong with you lately, and you often look like you're not giving up." Then, looking at Harry a little strangely, he asked in a low voice, "Brother, don't you have a crush on any girl?" ”

"Oh, my God." Hermione snorted helplessly, and Harry looked helpless.

However, being disturbed by Ron's words, Harry's boredom was dispelled a lot. Unlike when he first came to the wizarding world, Harry felt more and more that there were things that were not appropriate for Ron and Hermione to know, at least not for them now. Harry shrugged his shoulders and said in a nonchalant tone, "I think we should go back to the tent as soon as possible, I'm afraid Mr. Weasley is already in a hurry, and in fact, my poor stomach needs a breakfast to comfort me." ”

Ron and Hermione didn't think much of it, perhaps realizing that Harry didn't want to say much about it, so the three of them remained silent and walked briskly towards the tent with the pot in hand. Along the way, they meet many acquaintances, such as Oliver Wood, the former captain of the Quidditch team of Gryffindor who has graduated from Hogwarts, the Seeker of the Ravenclaw House team, and Ernie McMie of Hufflepuff - the poor guy was once petrified by Sauron and nearly died, so as soon as he saw Harry, he quickly hid back in his tent.

By the time the three of them returned to the Weasleys' tent, it had been a long time, but Mr. Weasley had not succeeded in lighting the fire, and he tried to light the fire with a match with great interest, but could not find a trick. In the end, the group tossed for a while before making the fire and cooking breakfast.

From time to time, someone from the Ministry of Magic came to greet Mr. Weasley, and after a while, Patsy and Bill arrived with apparitions. Everyone sat around the fire to eat breakfast, with a kettle on the fire, making a gurgling sound, and the warm sun shining on their bodies, making people feel an indescribable sense of comfort.

Ludo Bagman, a former member of the English Quidditch team and now head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Physical Education, had just arrived, and the Weasleys had a good chat with him and made bets on the outcome of the match. Harry, along with Ron and Hermione, wasn't interested in it, though, and after breakfast, the other two looked a little tired, while Harry sat on the edge of the tent with his teacup in his hand, looking at the crackling fire - something he had found more and more fond of now since returning from the forest.

Suddenly, a wizard suddenly appeared around their campfire, a man in his fifties, with a straight waist and stiff movements, wearing a spotless crisp suit and tie. Harry knew him - Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, but that was about it.

"Ah, Barty, you're here as soon as you say that." Mr. Weasley said enthusiastically, "Sit down and have a cup of tea." ”

As if sensing Harry's gaze, Crouch looked over to the tent, and when he saw Harry, his expression changed suddenly, but he quickly regained his usual stern expression, but his eyes were still slightly gloomy.

"Oh, no, Weasley." Crouch excused himself, pulling Ludo Bagman to say a few words, and the two apparitions left together.

"Barty Crouch." Harry muttered to himself, he didn't remember any contact with Crouch before, but just now, he clearly felt some kind of hostility and defensiveness from Crouch. He stared at the place where Crouch had left, his pupils slowly narrowing in his slightly narrowed eyes, and a hint of silver loomed......

Section II

Sauron sat on the couch with a delicate teacup in his hand, the warm black tea giving off an alluring aroma, and beside him, Fleur was sitting affectionately with her godmother, Madame Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, chatting happily. At this time, Sauron seems to have been selectively forgotten by the maiden, but it is Madame Maxim who will chat with Sauron from time to time.

"You mean, you convinced my parents!" Fleur looked at Madame Maxim and said excitedly, "Did they agree to let me participate in the competition?" ”

"Yes, they agreed." "After all, this is the first time in centuries that the Triwizard Tournament has been reopened," said Maxim mildly. ”

The girl listened to Madame Maxim's words, and her eyes shone with excitement.

"But the game is dangerous." Sauron splashed cold water a little out of place, "You know the reason why the Triwizard Tournament has been interrupted for so many years......"

Madame Maxim nodded, "Of course, danger is unavoidable, and no matter how well organized it is, it cannot be foolproof. Madame Maxim paused for a moment, revealing a stern expression, "Danger is part of the Triwizard Tournament, and since the birth of this tournament, it has not been a game for children. ”

"A bitter test, under the witness of the flame of the Holy Spirit." Madame Maxim looked at Sauron and said, "That is eternal glory, and no one can question it." ”

Sauron's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked a little hoarsely, "You mean, the cup will be restarted in this tournament." ”

Madame Maxim nodded, "Carved from Garnier's branches, lit by Merlin himself." She paused for a moment and said slowly, "The Holy Grail of Fire, the testimony of the end of the millennial war." ”

Sauron was silent, not knowing what to think, and after a long time, he raised his head and looked at Madame Maxim with sharp eyes, "I never thought that they would use it. ”

"It's not surprising." Maxim said, with a subtle frustration in his tone, "I don't think you have included Cornelius Fudge himself in your eyeliner at the British Ministry of Magic so far. ”

There was another suppressed silence, and the girl's eyes wandered between Sauron and her godmother, and she asked with some confusion: "Well, it sounds like a great thing, but who can tell me that this has any special significance?" ”

"That means that once you've been selected to compete, you can't back down." Maxim looked at the maiden and said sternly: "The Goblet of Fire will form a powerful magical contract that no one can break except death. ”

The girl's face couldn't help but change, even though she knew some of the rules of the Triwizard Tournament before, she was still shocked by what she heard today—a magical contract that never ends, which means that once it starts, there is no turning back.

Fleur felt her hand being held, and the familiar warmth came from the back of her hand, which made her feel reassured. She turned her head and saw Sauron's gentle gaze, and subconsciously leaned towards him, but soon she realized that her godmother was watching, and she couldn't help but feel a little hot on her face.

"No, there's another way to terminate the contract." Sauron said calmly, as if stating a trivial matter, "Just destroy the Goblet of Fire." ”

Maxim was stunned, it seemed that it took a long time for Sauron's words to make her understand, she stared at Sauron, word for word, "Only a madman would do that." ”

"I think you also know what this Triwizard Tournament means to the wizarding world." "In less than a hundred years, the wizarding world has experienced two catastrophes, and now the top political leaders of various countries want to use the restoration of the Triwizard Tournament to re-establish the prestige of the government. The government wants to convince the populace that the turmoil and chaos are behind them and that they have the ability to maintain stability in the wizarding world. ”

Sauron smacked his lips and pulled out a contemptuous smile, "So they agreed to use the Flame Chalice to show their determination to keep the Triwizard Tournament going smoothly?" ”

"Maybe they have that in mind." Maxim was noncommittal, she stared at Sauron and said, "If someone destroys the Goblet of Fire, then it will be tantamount to provoking the Ministries of Magic of various countries, and he will become a public enemy of the wizarding world." ”

"Is that advice?" Sauron said, patting Fleur's hand as the girl looked at him worriedly. He calmly said to Madame Maxim: "I have no intention of interfering in this matter, if it is normal, I will naturally not interfere in the tournament, but in the event of an accident, I will never sit idly by and watch Fleur encounter danger......"

"Hmm." Madame Maxim smiled helplessly, she looked at Sauron and was silent for a long time, shook her head and said, "Honestly, I really don't know if you and Fleur are together......" She paused, turned to look at the girl sitting next to her, and stroked her long hair with her hand, "However, since my good girl has chosen you, then I will bless you." ”

With that, Madame Maxim stood up and clapped her hands briskly, "Well, on this rare vacation, you should be allowed to experience more happiness in the world of two." ”

She waved her wand lightly, and a parchment envelope appeared in her hand.

"Inside is the beginning of this semester, your textbooks and necessary equipment your parents have prepared for you, but I think you should still take a look at it and clarify the details." Madame Maxim handed the envelope to the maiden, "Have a nice day. ”

"Thank you." The girl got up, hugged Madame Maxim, and said reluctantly, "Goodbye, then." ”

Sauron bowed slightly, made a wizarding salute, and said respectfully, "Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you today, and of course, thank you for your blessings to us." ”

Madame Maxim just nodded slightly and said, "Take care of Fleur, or I won't be able to spare you." ”

Sauron and the maiden departed, and the room was quiet again, and Madame Maxim waved her wand, and the tea set that had just been placed on the left disappeared, and she sat in the wide chair behind her desk, her eyes closed, not knowing what she was thinking.

As if a breeze was blowing, gently stirring the branches of orchids that shone with a lilac glow on the wall, Madame Maxim opened her eyes, and a beautiful figure was sitting a little lazily on the sofa opposite her work, with a beautiful fairy-like face, and ice blue eyes looking at her with a hint of a smile.

"I didn't think you would approve of the two of them being together." Said in a light voice, with a special charm.

"I thought you'd hide in your garden and never be seen again." Madame Maxim said coldly, she looked at the person in front of her, with a hint of resentment in her tone, "The great goddess of illusion, Elian, what are you doing here." ”

"You're still mad at me." Elian still smiled, unconcerned about the unkindness in Maxim's tone, "I'm here for your goddaughter and for her grumpy black dragon. ”

"Huh, like you once wanted to do to Vivian?" Madame Maxim said coldly, "Don't fight Fleur's idea, her life belongs to herself, not to you!" After a pause, she stared at Elian and said, "What's more, even if I can't stop you, you can't deal with that black dragon." ”

Elian smiled and shook his head slightly, his ice-blue pupils were as clear as ice crystals, "You always don't understand, this is the arrangement of fate, every qiē in the world is connected by the spinning of this fate, no one can escape, and no one can disobey." ”

She spoke to herself, her voice getting softer and softer, and finally she seemed to be whispering, and her form gradually faded, turning into a trace of ice blue flames, floating away without a trace.

Watching Elian disappear, Madame Maxim's fingers holding her wand tightened and slowly relaxed. She sighed softly and sat back in her chair, her gaze moving to a picture frame on her desk of a young girl with long silver hair and blue eyes, a beautiful smiling face like Fleur, and a striking resemblance to Eliam, who had just vanished.

"Vivian, I'll take care of your granddaughter." Madame Maxim whispered, her eyes as hard as a rock with determination, "I will!" ”