Section 1

That day, Sauron sent Furong to the doorstep. After saying goodbye, he appeared and left. When he returned to the hotel, he recalled the brief time with Furong, and felt a little inexplicable comfort. Then, he couldn't help but shake his head and smiled mockingly.

The next morning, Sauron checked in and left Paris.

Colmar is a quiet and beautiful town with the fragrance of floral and wine on the streets, blending into a charming atmosphere unique to France.

On the street where tourists were endless, a thin middle-aged man, wearing a rough brown tweed suit, with a pale face. He stumbled and looked very weak, which attracted everyone around to look at him carefully. The man kept shouting, "Lopez... run... he is here... escape."

Soon, two policemen rushed over, they stopped the man and looked at him alertly.

"Sir, are you okay?" the policeman asked.

The man looked at him and still muttered, "Tell Lopez... he's here... run quickly... it's all my fault... run quickly."

"Sir, please calm down. Can you tell me what happened?" the policeman frowned and said loudly.

The man seemed to be frightened, he looked at the police, and then he ran backwards and shouted, "Lopez... run quickly... he is here... escape... don't worry about me." After running for a few steps, he fell to the ground and fainted.

The police rushed up and found that he was already faint, so they asked someone to take him to the hospital.

At night, there was no one in the man's ward, and he appeared out of thin air in the room. He looked around nervously, then walked to the man's bedside, shining with his magic wand, looking at his face.

"Oh, Merlin is on." said the man holding the wand in surprise. He pointed the wand at the man on the bed, "Resurrection quickly."

The person on the bed opened his eyes and seemed very impatient. He looked unconscious and began to mutter again, "He is here... Lopez... Running quickly... It's all my fault... I really can't resist it... He is here..." He cried, looking scared and nervous.

"How could you be here in Boggs? Damn, what happened, old friend? Who made you like this?" The man looked at Boggs and understood that Boggs had suffered a long time torture and was very unconscious now. "Okay, old friend, it's okay, I'll take you away." After saying that, the man grabbed Boggs and disappeared in the ward in an instant.

In a small hut outside the town, a man showed up in the living room with Boggs. A woman walked up quickly and looked at them worriedly.

"Dear, Lopez, is he okay?" the woman asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, my dear." Lopez looked at Boggs lying on the sofa with concern, "Poor guy, it's him. It seems that he has suffered a lot. What about the child, has he slept?"

"I let him go to bed early," the woman whispered, and he looked at Boggs again, "How could he become like this?"

"Don't know?" Lopez shook his head, and he frowned. "It seems that someone has tortured him for a long time, and it seems to be related to us."

"It has something to do with us?" The woman seemed very nervous after hearing this. "Dear, the person who tortured him would not be the Death Eaters, right? The people from the Ministry of Magic would not do this."

"I don't know, but we'd better prepare for it. We might be in trouble. If it doesn't work, we have to leave here." Lopez pulled his wife's hand, "It's all my fault. Alia, if it weren't for me, you and the children wouldn't be in danger."

The woman didn't say anything, she hugged the man and put her head on his chest, "It's okay, I love you, Lopez, we will never be separated."

"It's really touching." A hoarse voice said. The Lopez and his wife were startled. They turned around and found that Boggs, who was lying on the sofa, sat up at some point. He looked at the two of them, his cold eyes were scary.

Lopez suddenly pulled his wife behind him, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the man in front of him, "Who are you? You are not Boggs."

"Smart", Boggs stood up from the sofa, and then he began to twitch, appearing very painful, making a hell sound, a trace of black smoke emanated from his body and seven orifices, condensed into a ball in the air, and finally turned into a man in a black robe. At his feet, Boggs lay there, motionless, and blood flowed out of his eyes and nose, looking extremely terrifying.

"Who are you?" Lopez shouted, holding his wand tightly at the person in front of him. His wife was shaking slightly behind her.

"Don't be nervous, relax." The man spoke, his voice low and cold. He took off his hood and exposed a child's face, but this did not make Lopez feel relaxed at all. The child had terrible eyes, his golden pupils were as sharp as a knife, staring at him coldly, but he was like falling into an ice cave.

"You...you are the child of the Porter family...you are Sauron..." Lopez stammered.

"You are Pelos Linker. It seems that you have not cut off your connection with the magic world over the years. You can actually recognize me, hum," Sauron said coldly, "Then, I guess you know the purpose of me."

"I, I don't know what you are talking about." Lopez said nervously, "I just want to live a peaceful life with my wife and children, and I don't want to get involved in trouble anymore."

Sauron smiled, "My question is very simple. Back then, Peter, the Petdragon betrayed my parents. I want to know whether he took the initiative to find you or did you force him to say it."

Pelos looked at Sauron with a complicated expression, "I said, will you let us go?"

"I just want to know the truth about that year and don't want to do extra things."

Lopez hesitated, "We got the news that Petr was your parents' secret agent, I caught him, and then he said everything he knew."

Sauron frowned when he heard this, "Are you saying true?"

"It's true, I don't need to lie to you." Lopez looked at Sauron, "He is a life-threatening person. The Dark King seduced him, so he said everything. What's more, he's dead, he's blown into pieces by Sirius."

Sauron pondered for a moment, then he looked up, "Thank you, now, say goodbye."

Lopez was shocked. He pushed his wife away and shouted at Sauron with his wand, "Get rid of your weapon!" A red light shot at Sauron, and at the same time he shouted at his wife, "Go quickly, take the child away, I'll block him!"

Sauron sneered and waved his hand to break the spell. He raised his wand with his right hand and chanted: "Avadasaumin." A green light shot at Lopez. Lopez recited a spell, and a shield made of silver smoke appeared in front of him. The death spell passed through the shield and hit him. Lopez fell down on his back and had no chance of life.

Sauron aimed his wand at the wall again and said, "It was crushed to pieces." The spell blew the wall to pieces. Sauron walked over from the hole. Lopez's wife looked at Sauron in horror. She raised her wand. Sauron waved her hand and she was knocked out and the wand fell to the side. She got up tremblingly and watched Sauron hold her wand at her, "Please let my child go..."

Sauron was stunned, but a green light shot out from the tip of his wand, taking away the woman's life. The woman lay on the ground, with fear and sorrow on her face. On the small bed behind her, a child crawled on the bed, staring at Sauron with big terror. Sauron looked at his eyes calmly, put down his wand, and he walked to the bedside in a daze, slowly stretching out his hand.

"Hiss." A burning pain that reached the soul made Soren wake up. He looked at the fingers that had just touched the child's face. The bright red burn was so eye-catching. Soren's face showed a complicated expression. After a long time, he stretched out his hand, strangled the child's neck, and tightly strangled it, allowing the pain from his hands to burn his soul.

The child stopped breathing, and Sauron stood there calmly, lowering his head, unable to see his expression.

"Hmph...hehehe...hahahaha..." Sauron sneered in a low voice, his laughter gradually grew louder, and finally burst out laughing loudly, with a hint of pain and unwilling hatred in his cold laughter.

Harry, who was far away in the UK, suddenly woke up, and an inexplicable sadness surged into his heart, which made Harry feel very uneasy. He instinctively thought that something might have happened to Sauron.

Sauron stood outside the cottage, looking at the burns on his palms and smiled bitterly. He raised his wand toward the cottage, and instantly, the black flames of the blazing black swallowed the wooden house, turning it into nothingness with the four dead. Then, Sauron himself turned into a ball of black fire and disappeared from the spot.

A destiny of evil...

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Section 2

In the evening, Soren stood quietly by the guardrail on the bridge, and the water of the Seine River flowed slowly under his feet. The sun had set below the horizon, and the rippling river water reflected the lilac sunset in the horizon, covering the riverside in a soft purple. Fobertol lies on Soren's shoulder and quietly stares at the sunset in the horizon. The pedestrians on the bridge turned a blind eye to them and were still coming and going.

"Is that a Phoenix?"

Sauron turned around in surprise. It was Fleur Delakure, the girl he was walking with that night. She looked at him curiously, or Fobertol on his shoulders.

"Yes, his name is Forbertol, a dark phoenix." Sauron smiled.

"It's so beautiful, so beautiful that it's fascinating." Furong walked up to him, "Can I touch it?"

Sauron was a little surprised, "Aren't you afraid of Fubertol? It's a dark phoenix."

Furong shook her head and reached out to touch Fubertol's feathers. Fubertol was so gentle that she did not resist, and looked at Fubertol with its bright eyes. "It's hard to believe that I will have the opportunity to touch a phoenix, and it's a black phoenix." She turned to Sauron, "It's hard to believe that it will surrender to a child. You don't look older than me. What's your name?"

Sauron looked at her beautiful blue eyes and hesitated for a moment, "My name is Sauron-Soren Porter."

Furong opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Sauron, "Sorry, you mean your name is Sauron Porter?"

Sauron smiled and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Oh, sorry. You are the same name as one of my...friends." Furong was a little embarrassed, "By the way, what is your relationship with the boy Harry Potter who survived the disaster?"

"I am his brother, we are twins, of course, most people don't know my existence. What about you, what about you?"

"Furong? Dragur. My mother gave me the name, I went to school in Boothbaton." Furong smiled, she hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Is your brother very powerful, too, just like you?"

Sauron raised his eyebrows, "Why do you ask that? Besides, I'm not awesome."

Furong smiled sly, "Although I am still a student, I know that Phoenix only recognizes powerful people. As for your brother, he is the one who defeated Voldemort."

After hearing this, Sauron was stunned. He turned around, looked at the horizon, and slowly said, "If I tell you that it has nothing to do with strength, do you believe it?" His tone showed sadness and helplessness.

Furong looked at Soren, her inexplicable temperament made her feel familiar. She whispered, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked." After that, she also leaned against the guardrail by the bridge and looked at the river in the distance. After a while, she said, "By the way, thank you for sending me that night."

"You're welcome, it's just a simple task." After saying that, Sauron was stunned, "How did you know?"

"I guess." Furong showed a winning smile, "The name is the same, and more importantly, you give me a familiar feeling. I think you are the real person you are. That night you should have taken the compound decoction."

Sauron looked at her, "Yes, I took the compound decoction. I didn't expect that Mr. Perfect is actually a child."

Furong looked at him and said slowly, "I don't think you are like a child. If I hadn't known that you were only twelve years old, I would have thought that the one I had that night was the real look you were. Do you know, children would not show the look like you when they were looking at the scenery. To be honest, you, I feel very mature, even a little vicissitudes, like an old man." After saying that, she smiled mischievously.

Sauron smiled bitterly, "Oh, I'm just not in a good mood. Something happened, and although I understand, I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Would you like to talk to me?" Furong whispered, "I mean, it's better to say something."

Sauron shook his head, "Forget it, it's useless to say it. Some things should be borne by one." He said with a bitter voice, "And I'm afraid you won't like to hear it either."

Furong stared at Soren with bright blue eyes. After a while, she whispered, "Actually, I know a little about you. I asked my father, who works in the French Ministry of Magic. I asked him if he had heard of the name Soren Potter. At first he refused to tell me, but later after my questioning, he told me something about you. Do you know how he evaluates you?"

Sauron turned around and looked at Furong, with green eyes facing her blue eyes, "How did he judge me?"

"He said you are in danger." Furong smiled and said, "But I think you are very attractive?"

"Is this a twelve-year-old boy attractive? Is this a unique French rhetoric technique?" Soren was helpless, and then he said in a somewhat low tone, "Besides, I am indeed very dangerous."

"I don't think you are in danger." Furong said naughtyly.

Sauron sighed, which made Furong smile, "What's wrong with you?" she asked carefully.

Sauron didn't look at her, "I can let you see the real me, but that might scare you, and then you'll feel like I'm in danger."

"I'm curious." Furong said in a relaxed tone, but her voice seemed a little trembling.

Sauron turned around and faced Furong. He looked at her eyes. The cold golden pupils appeared in front of her. Seeing the horror in her eyes, Sauron felt a burst of pain and disappointment for no reason. Sauron was about to turn around, but to his surprise, Furong held his shoulders and looked at him stubbornly, although Sauron could feel her hand trembling slightly. Sauron smiled comfortably and directly disappeared the golden snake pupils. He could see that there was a faint light of tears in Furong's bright blue eyes. "Sorry, I might have scared you."

Furong wiped her eyes in panic. After a while, she whispered: "Your eyes were terrible just now, and I saw endless coldness-" She hesitated for a moment, "There is still loneliness."

After hearing this, Sauron looked at her in surprise. After a long time, he whispered, "Thank you."

The two of them stood face to face, and no one spoke. The strange silence lasted for a long time. Finally, Sauron broke the silence, "I'll take you home. It's very late."

Furong looked at him, her mouth slightly raised, no, I have to wait for someone else.

For some reason, Sauron felt uncomfortable, and he smiled awkwardly. "Oh, that..."

Furong looked at him, and the smile on her face became more obvious, "I am waiting for the handsome gentleman who accompanied me for a walk by the river."

Solo looked at her in disbelief, but he was very happy. He also smiled and said, "Actually, I am waiting for the beautiful lady who accompanied me for a walk."
Chapter completed!