Section 1

The next morning, Sauron wanted to have a good talk with Harry, but as soon as he walked into the hall, a huge roar suddenly came from the dining table in Gryffindor: "I stole the car, if they fired you, I won't be surprised at all. See how I deal with you then. You probably never thought about what your father and I were feeling when we found out that the car was gone..."

Soren could hear the shouts of Mrs. Weasley, a hundred times higher than usual, which made the plates and spoons on the table ring, and the echoes of the stone walls deafening. Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the roar letter. Soren frowned and walked straight to the Slytherin's dining table, sitting next to Ibicos.

"...... I received Dumbledore's letter last night, and your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to pull you up, but I didn't expect that if you did such a thing, you and Harry would almost lose their lives. If something happened to you, how could you tell me to Harry's brother? It's so annoying that your father will be under scrutiny at the unit, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately!"

Sauron did not go to see Harry and Ron's expressions, but frowned and ate his own breakfast. Isabella, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, looked at Harry, and said slowly: "It seems that the famous Harry Potter is indeed as brave as the legend."

Solun didn't look up, "Is this a praise for him or a satire for me?"

"It's both." Isabella said with a smile, and Sauron sighed and said nothing.

After breakfast, Sauron did not go to Harry. The roar letter was enough to allow him and Ron to reflect on their recklessness. Similarly, Harry might have been guilty and did not come to Soren. It was not until almost before class in the afternoon that Sauron met Harry again, and Isabella followed Soren because she was following Soren.

A very thin gray-haired boy was standing next to Harry with a Muggle camera, while Harry, Ron and Hermione were angrily confronting Malfoy and his two bodyguards. Sauron frowned and walked over, and Malfoy was smiling proudly and said loudly: "Weasley wants an autographed photo, Potter, this is more valuable than his house."

"Is that right? Who is sending the autograph?" Sauron said coldly. Sauron walked over expressionlessly, and Isabella followed him tightly. Sauron glanced at the people - Draco's face turned pale, and Harry and Ron seemed very nervous. As for Hermione, she glared at Sauron fiercely. Isabella saw everyone's reactions behind Sauron, but did not speak out tactfully.

Draco Malfoy looked at Soren carefully and opened his mouth to explain something. Soren glanced at him and said, "Draco, do you think it's interesting to stand in the corridor to attract attention? Or do you think this meaningless childish dispute is very consistent with your Slytherin's identity."

Draco lowered his head, while the sluggish Crab and Gole looked nervous and confused. Sauron turned his head to look at Harry again. Before he could speak, the annoying voice of Gidro Lohart came over, making Sauron frown.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Lohart strode over, his green robe floating exaggeratedly behind him. He saw Colin holding the camera, and walked over with his usual smile and hugged Clivie, "Oh, is it a photo taken? Mr. Clivie, two-person photo, it's a good deal. Harry and I will sign you." As he said that, he wanted to go to Raharry again, and then he saw Soren who turned around, and the smile on his face suddenly solidified.

Sauron frowned and looked at Lohart coldly, which made Lohart nervous, and Clivi, who was beside him, turned pale and looked a little scared after touching Sauron's gaze.

"Mr. Lockhart, I think you should go to class more than stand in the corridor to take pictures." Sauron said in an indescribable tone, then he turned to Drake Malfoy and said, "It's time for us to go to class, Draco." After that, he strided away on his own. Drake and two bodyguards followed behind Sauron, and Isabella glanced at Harry and the others, and followed quickly.

Lohart was stunned for a while, then smiled awkwardly, let go of Clivie, and then yelled at Harry and the others, "That, haha, class is coming soon, right? Then, Mr. Potter, and you two, let's go to the classroom." Then he walked towards the classroom-he wanted to hug Harry and walk with him, but perhaps thinking of Sauron, he turned to go side by side, with Ron and Hermione following them.

"Soren is too much. Look at his appearance, it's like... like... like a mafia godfather." Hermione said in a low voice but angry manner. She thought for a long time and did not come up with a suitable word to describe Sauren. Finally, she reluctantly thought of the way to describe "Mafia godfather".

"What kind of godfather of the black party?" Ron seemed very puzzled. Obviously he had never heard of this word?

Hermione glanced at Ron helplessly and explained: "It's the boss of the bad guys. Sauron looks like an evil black wizard leader, leading his group of Slytherin's men."

After hearing this, Ron curled his lips indifferently, "I don't think Soren is so evil. Although he looks cold, those Slytherins are indeed afraid of him. Did you just see Malfoy? When Soren comes, that guy Malfoy is so scared that he doesn't dare to breathe." Ron lowered his voice again, "I heard from Pasey that most Slytherins are very awe of Soren, even their senior."

"That's not a good thing. Look at the appearance of the Slytherin students. I don't care about their respect." Hermione was dissatisfied, and she looked at Lockhart in front of her. "Only Professor Lockhart is just and brave, and is admired by everyone, it is truly worthy of pride."

Ron snorted disdainfully, and just as he was about to speak, Hermione glared at him and swallowed the words back into her stomach.

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Section 2

Harry, Ron and Hermione took the worst dark magic defense class ever. Gidro Lohart brought a big cage of "Cornwall Elves" in his first class and released them. As a result, the elves destroyed them in the classroom. Gidro Lohart failed to stop the elves, but instead snatched the wands from them, and finally left them to Harry and the other two to deal with them.

Soren was a little surprised after hearing about this. He knew that Lockhart had no real skills, but he didn't expect that he would be so useless. In Slytherin's first black magic defense class, Soren didn't even bring a textbook, and in fact he didn't buy it at all. Lockhart learned from the lessons of the first class and did not bring any troublesome creatures in. He strode in, his face filled with a bright smile, and he happily introduced himself. However, when he saw Soren present, he obviously froze. The whole class was spent in his boring boast and story explanation, which disappointed many female students who were originally interested in Lockhart.

"He's just a fool. I really don't understand why he's going to teach us. I guess Dumbledore must be a mess." Malfoy said while walking in the corridor, while Crabbe and Gole followed and giggled.

"Is Lockhart a fool a fool who has no effect on us at all, and not to mention that fools are far easier to deal with than smart people, right?" Isabella said with a smile. "We know what the first-year students call him Green Peacock."

"Don't worry about that Lohart." Sauron, who was walking in front, said lightly, "If you have time, you can improve your strength."

"Will you guide us?" Isabella said excitedly, and then added: "Of course, if you want."

Sauron looked at her with a little surprise, "Of course, as long as you can bear it."

Draco was also very excited. He had no doubt about Sauron's strength, but he quickly fell down again and whispered: "Well, I recently joined the Quidditch team of the Academy, and it is likely to take a lot of time to train..."

"Don't worry, there will always be time." Sauron said indifferently.

On Saturday morning, Sauron arrived at the Quidditch Stadium. Today was Harry's first Quidditch training, and Sauron also wanted to breathe the fresh air outdoors. Isabella followed him, Sauron had no reason and let her follow him. After a while, Sauron saw Harry and the others walking into the venue in red Quidditch uniforms. The first-year boy who always held a camera he met last time also followed. Sauron heard that his name was Colin Clivie and admired Harry very much. When Harry saw Sauron, he waved at him excitedly, and Sauron also smiled and waved.

"You can't go?" Isabella asked curiously?

"Wood was too sensitive to Quidditch, and although Harry believed me very much, he always suspected that I would spy on Gryffindor's tactics." Soren was helpless.

After Wood explained the tactics to the players for a while, the Gryffindor players began to train, but not long after, Slytherin's people arrived. Wood and Weasley's twins fell to the ground, and the two sides started to argue. Soren noticed that Draco was wearing Slytherin's green uniform, standing in front, and arguing with Ron and Hermione who arrived behind.

Sauron frowned and said unhappily, "Draco is always so impulsive and childish. God knows why he didn't get him to Gryffindor."

Isabella smiled, "Don't you go over and take a look?" She glanced over there again, "It seems they're fighting."

Drake said something over there, Ron pointed at him with a wand angrily, and Flint protected him behind him. Ron used a spell to Draco, but a green light reflected from his wand and knocked Ron away himself. Sauron was startled at first, but when he saw Ron sitting up again, he felt relieved and walked over quickly.

"What happened?" Sauron asked unhappily.

"It's Malfoy, he insulted Hermione." Harry said angrily. Soren looked at the others. The Gryffindors were very angry, while the Slytherin people looked at the Gryffindors carefully, afraid that who among them would attack Draco again. At this time, Ron retching violently, and then spit out a few sticky slugs, which fell in front of him. The attention of the people present was shifting to Ron, and Ron spit out more slugs. Harry and Hermione quickly ran over and looked at Ron nervously.

Isabella looked at Ron and whispered: "A very interesting spell."

Sauron slanted her and strode over. Harry looked at Sauron and asked anxiously: "Soron, is Ron okay?"

Sauron didn't say anything, took out his wand and pointed at Ron, using an enhanced spell, and Ron immediately vomited even more violently. Hermione looked at Sauron angrily and shouted, "What are you doing, you've made him feel even more uncomfortable."

Sauron glanced at Hermione, then looked at Harry, and explained slowly: "This spell cannot be removed. You can only wait until the effect disappears slowly. Let him vomit faster and feel less uncomfortable for a while, otherwise he might have to vomit until dark. I think you'd better find him a more comfortable place until he finishes vomiting."

Harry nodded, Hermione glared at Soren, and then helped Ron up with Harry. Harry asked Soren: "We'll take him to Hagrid, are you going with us?"

Sauron shook his head, "Forget it, I have something to do, you guys go. Remember not to play too late."

Harry nodded, and the three of them walked towards Hagrid's cabin. Soren glanced at Draco again, he hugged behind Flint, and looked at Soren carefully.

"Isabella and I are going to do some exercises, are you here?" Sauron asked Draco.

Draco knew what Sauron meant, but he looked at the broom in his hand, then at the captain Flint, and shook his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, I still have to do Quidditch training."

Sauron raised his eyebrows, "Then I wish you a happy training, let's go, Isabella." After that, Sauron turned around and left, and Isabella followed excitedly.

Sauron took Isabella all the way to the eighth floor of the castle and stopped in front of the portrait of "The Trolls Beat the Stupid Barnabas".

"Now, close your eyes and concentrate on thinking that you need a house to practice spells," Sauron said to Isabella.

Isabella did as she did. Soon, a door appeared on the wall in front of the two of them. Soren opened the door and walked in. Isabella followed her in. Then Soren waved her hand and closed the door. There were various equipment, books, mats, and wooden targets needed to contact the spell. Isabella looked at the room curiously and asked Soren: "How did you find this room?"

"Ibikos told me," said Soren. "Now, I want to know, how good are you? Try attacking me with the magic you are most familiar with."

Isabella looked at Soren, then smiled and said, "Be careful, His Highness Soren--draw your weapon!"

A bright red light shot towards Soren, who waved his hand casually and broke it apart.

"Just this is the skill? Harry is doing better than you." Sauron said slowly.

Isabella did not show a failed expression, "That may not be." Behind Sauron, a wooden target flew towards Sauron.

Soren didn't even look back, but just snorted coldly, and the target instantly turned into powder.

"You'd better be serious. I'm not playing with you." Sauron said coldly, and he raised his wand and pointed it at Isabella and waved it, and a red light shot out.

Isabella was startled and shouted quickly, "Armor Protected!" Soren's spell hit the iron armor spell beside her, bounced open, and smashed the bookshelf beside her to pieces. Isabella fell to the ground, coughing painfully while covering her chest, her face looking very pale.

Sauron waved his hand, and Isabella floated up and landed on the mat next to him. Sauron walked over and handed her a piece of chocolate. Isabella glanced at Sauron aggrievedly, turned her head and didn't answer.

"Do you think I'm too cold?" Sauron said calmly, looking at Isabella and said coldly: "Childish! You really disappoint me, Isabella. It's not because of your weakness, but because of your weakness."

"But, but you almost killed me just now." Isabella whispered, with a crying voice in her tone, "If I couldn't use that armor spell, I would be like that bookshelf."

Sauron disdained, "But you blocked it, right? The world is so cold, and he will not make boring and childish jokes with you. If he does not have enough power, he can only become a pathetic ants and a victim of fate. Only the strong can step on the corpse and stand on the throne." Sauron's voice was cold, "What's more, if I really want to kill you..."

Sauron pointed at the target on the other side of the wall with his magic wand. In an instant, it was like a gust of wind blew, and the targets were instantly turned into dust and drifted away with the wind. Isabella looked at Sauron in surprise, and Sauron stretched out his hand and said, "Do you have the courage to embark on the road to fight against fate?"

Isabella looked at Soren's eyes, and after a long time, her eyes were filled with determination. She held Soren's hand and stood up. She took a step back and bowed deeply-

"Isabella Nemesis, may you always follow His Highness's footsteps!"
Chapter completed!