Section 1

I once swore in the dark that I was no longer cowardly and no longer gave up. I believe that my fate is up to me and I cannot help but heaven!

In the evening of July, the sun was gradually disappearing, and people were walking in a hurry on the street, and everything seemed so ordinary. No. 17 Oak Road, an inconspicuous old house, mottled walls, dilapidated windows, and messy untrimmed vines, all of which meant that the house had not been inhabited for a long time. On the balcony on the second floor, a thin child was sitting on a rattan chair, reading carefully with a thick book in his hand, and a bottle of wine and a cup was placed on the small table on the right. The pedestrians on the street did not seem surprised that a child appeared on the balcony of such a dilapidated old house, in fact, it seemed that he had not seen it at all.

When the sun completely disappeared under the horizon, the boy put the book on the small table, poured some wine, and looked at the red horizon while drinking. The dark red sky reflected in his golden standing pupils, showing a strange color. In the sky in the distance, the shadow of a bird gradually grew bigger, and he could be sure that the bird was flying straight towards the house. It was a brown owl, which landed on the guardrail of the balcony, croaking, the boy took out a small piece of bacon out of thin air, fed it to it, and took a thick parchment envelope from its legs. The owl smacked his lips with satisfaction, fluttered his wings and flew away.

The envelope was written with green ink, but there was no stamp. On the other side of the envelope, there was a wax seal, a shield pattern, and a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake were surrounded by a letter of capital "H". He pulled out the letter and read it:

Hogwarts Magic School

Principal: Albus Dumbledore.

(President of the International Magic Federation, President of the Wizards Association, First-level Magician of the Sir Merlin)

Dear Mr. Sauron:

We happily inform you that you have been allowed to attend Hogwarts Magic School. The letter is accompanied by a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will wait for your owl to bring your reply by July 31st.

Vice President (female)

Minerva McGonagall

"Hogwarts, I hope it will be more interesting." The boy whispered to himself. After a moment, the boy shouted into the room, "Bono, go cook, and take it to my study later.

"Yes sir." A little elf in a green tea towel appeared in front of Sauron, his long ears trembled slightly, and his big eyes looked at the ground.

Sauron frowned and said calmly but slightly unhappyly, "Bono, don't be so nervous, I don't think I'm that harsh to you."

"Yes... Sorry, sir, I won't know what to do in the future..." said the elf, but at the same time he was trembling even harder, and he wanted to cry immediately.

Sauron pursed his lips, feeling helpless, and said nothing more. He waved his hand to signal the elf to cook. The elf bowed deeply and retreated.

Sauron stood there quietly, looking up at the sky. The sky became darker and the sun's light completely retreated. He closed his eyes and opened his arms as if embracing the sky. He could feel the power in his body cheering. He opened his eyes, and flames seemed to be pounding in his golden standing pupils. Then, the black flames ignited from Sauron, just like he was wearing a strange but gorgeous robe. Sauron's face showed a satisfied and enjoyable smile, not only because of the pleasure brought to him by the release of power, but also because he clearly felt that his power was stronger. For the future, he was more confident in controlling his destiny.

From somewhere, a series of low and gentle music came, ethereal and fascinating. The flames on Sauron's right shoulder suddenly jumped up, and a big black bird appeared from the flame. It had a long peacock-like tail feather, sharp beak and metallic claws. The black feathers all over its body flashed a low and cold light against the night. It sat quietly on Sauron's shoulder, rubbing his head intimately on his face, and its shiny black eyes stared at the distant sky along his gaze.

"You can feel it too, Forbertol." Sauron gently stroked the black phoenix on his shoulder with his hand, and still looked at the sky. The sky was completely dark, and the night had arrived quietly...

Section 2

Sauron wore a black robe and hid his face in the shadow of his hood. The house-elf Pono followed him carefully in a floating big box, his submissive look. Sauron ignored the elf, and in fact, it had been trembling in front of him since he had owned the elf six years ago. Passers-by on the street did not show special attention to the master and servant, because they were walking on Diagon Alley, a street in London where a large number of wizard supplies stores were concentrated. The street was lined with various shops, and men and women in various dresses kept coming and going in and out of various shops.

They came to a shiny bronze gate in front of a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops, and stood a figure in a scarlet gold uniform - it was a fairy.

Two goblins bowed and led him into a tall marble hall. Soren did not take off his hat and said to an idle goblin in a low voice far from his age, "I'm going to get some money from Soren Potter's vault."

"Which room is it? There are two vaults registered here, one is..." The fairy looked through a notebook and said.

"The room exclusive to Sauron, this is the key." Sauron interrupted the fairy's words and took out a small golden key.

The goblin checked carefully and said to Sauron: "No problem, I'll find someone to take you to the underground vault and pull the ring!"

"Wait for me here, Bono." Sauron turned around and said to the elf. The elf bowed deeply, and Sauron walked out of the hall through a door led by the fairy's "pull ring".

Sauron and the fairy were sitting in a small cart, galloping in the complex underground corridor like a maze for a while. Finally, the cart stopped in front of a small door in the corridor. Pull the ring and opened the door lock, and the green smoke came out. The smoke dissipated. Sauron walked straight into the safety room.

There was a small pile of gold coins and some scattered silver bars and copper coins in the safe room, and two large shelves, one filled with old books and the other with many materials in bottles or boxes. Soren did not take the gold coins, but walked straight to the shelf where the materials were loaded and took down several bottles. He took down an old book on the bookshelf, and wrote "Tenth Level Dark Magic" in shiny red ink. Soren took out a folded cloth bag from his arms, put the book and bottle into the bag, folded the bag, put it in his arms, and walked out of the vault.

He rode a cart again and rushed back to the hall of Gringott. Bono was still standing there honestly. Seeing Sauron come back, it pulled the box to meet him.

"Bono, I want you to send home the textbooks and school uniforms I just bought, and then wait for me at home. I have some other things to do."

"Yes sir." The elf bowed to Sauron's back, and then disappeared with a big wooden box.

Sauron came to a broken and small shop. The golden sign on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander: A well-made wand has been made since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a wand was placed alone on the faded purple cushion.

Sauron walked into the store and looked at the thousands of narrow and long paper boxes that were almost shaped to the ceiling without making any sound.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Porter," said a soft voice, "Come and choose a wand?" an old man said, standing in front of Sauron.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander. I do need a wand, so I'm here to see if you accept my request." Sauron said in a low and peaceful tone. "If I remember correctly, this is my third time here."

"Woo, look, in fact, I still recommend that you give up that idea. I have told you that it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard, the wand you want..."

"Oh, dear Mr. Ollivand, I don't want to hear the same words for the third time." Sauron interrupted the old man, and he took off his hat and stared at Ollivand's eyes and said, the golden snake-like pupils reflected the old man's nervous face. "I know very well why you rejected me, Mr. Ollivand. I don't want to hear your excuse for refusing this time. In fact, I just want to know whether you agree to make that wand for me. If you agree, I will be very grateful for your help and will give you the benefits far beyond your expectations. If you refuse, well, I will not be angry, I will only regret you, because you missed the opportunity to create the legendary wand with your own hands. In fact, if you refuse, I have to go to Mr. Grigovic. I guess he, who has always valued his family, will not be as stubborn as you."

Sauron's tone of speech was calm, and he could not hear any anger or unhappiness, but Mr. Ollivander's face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and he looked very nervous. He stared at the boy in front of him. After a moment, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up a great determination, and said in a slightly trembling but clear voice: "I refuse!" Then he closed his eyes, turned his back to hold the table, and prevented himself from falling down.

"Oh, is that a pity." Sauron said in a voice that was indescribable, then pushed the door and walked out.

Ollivand stood there against the table, his body still trembling slightly, and his white eyes took a long time to regain focus. "It's hard to imagine that he is just an eleven-year-old child. He is more terrifying than he used to be. Merlin is on it. Could this be fate?" The old man whispered to himself. After a while, it seemed that he suddenly remembered something. He quickly walked into the inner room. A few minutes later, Mr. Ollivand walked to the street with an owl standing on his arm.

"Go, Medes, send this letter to Grigovic"

Section 3

After coming out of Ollivand's shop, Soren put his hood on his head. He walked along the crowded streets without any interest in the shops on both sides. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, and the road surface became more and more dilapidated. Soren walked around in the winding and dark alleys, and finally stopped in front of a large shop called "Bojin-Boke", and placed a row of shrinking heads in the window of a shop opposite the street.

Soren pushed the door open and walked in. There were all kinds of weird and weird items in the store, which made it easy to guess that they were all related to black magic. Soren did not pay attention to the hideous masks on the wall, the withered human hands in the glass cabinet, or the human bones on the counter, but walked to a large shelf full of books and browsed carefully.

A man with a hunched back appeared behind the counter, stroking his greasy hair back with his hands. He looked at Soren, but did not make any noise.

Sauron glanced over the books on the shelf and found that there was no interest in him, so he turned around and walked towards the counter. The hunchbacked man walked out from behind the counter with an ugly smile on his face.

"Mr. Sauron, it's pleasant to see Ning again." He said in a tone that was as smooth as his hair, "It's a great honor. Welcome, what can I do for you? I must show you, I just entered today, the price is very reasonable..."

"I'm not interested in those little things about you, Mr. Bojin, I think you know what I'm coming you want" Sauron said in a cold tone.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm ready, everything is as perfect as you hope, I'll get it for you now." Bojin said nervously, his tone was no longer smooth. He turned and walked into the room inside quickly, and soon came out of the room again, holding a large crystal bottle in his hand. There were many golden magic runes flashing on the surface of the bottle, and the bottle was full of silver liquid, shining with charming silver light in the dim room.

"This is what you want, voila, you are satisfied. I promise, this is the best, freshest—the blood of a unicorn." Bojin bent his waist, with a flattering smile on his face.

Sauron took the bottle, stared at it for a while, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "Good work, Mr. Bojin, I'm very satisfied. To be honest, this bottle of blood is the most satisfying bottle I have in the year. Then, as we agreed, this is the remaining part of the reward." As he said, Sauron took out the folded cloth bag from his arms, took out a large bulging pocket from it, and threw it on the ground. It should be filled with gold coins. Then he took out a small bottle from the cloth bag and placed it on the counter. Half of the bottle was purple liquid, and the other half was lilac steam. If you look closely, the steam would occasionally change into a hideous face. "This is an extra reward, to thank you for your uninterrupted quality service in the past five years."

"Oh my goodness, you're so kind, Mr. Sauron. You're so generous, I really..."

"In fact, I still need Mr. Bojin to do a small favor, that is, if someone asks you about me, I hope you keep your mouth shut, otherwise I will be disappointed. After all, I don't like those little troubles." Sauron took off his hat and stared at Bojin with a smile, but it was obvious that Mr. Bojin on the opposite side was still scared.

"Oh, yes...yes, I must be tight-lipped. Look, haha, I have always been in legal business, and you have not bought anything prohibited from me... haha, it has been like this, yes, it has been like this," Bojin said incoherently.

"I hope so, goodbye, Mr. Bojin." After Sauron said, he turned into a black flame and disappeared suddenly. Bojin, who was left with cold sweat, looked blankly at the place where the flame disappeared. After a moment, Bojin, who had woken up, put away the bag of gold coins on the ground, carefully picked up the bottle on the table, and walked into the room behind.

In the old house at No. 17 Oak Road, a black flame appeared in the study room on the back street without any warning, and suddenly disappeared. Sauron took the bottle of unicorn's blood and walked to a row of bookcases. Sauron took out a magic wand and whispered a spell to a black phoenix carving on the bookshelf. The bookshelf automatically retreated to both sides, revealing a hidden door hidden behind. Sauron pushed open the door and walked down a staircase to a basement. There was no lighting facility in the basement, and it was pitch black. The only source of light was a plant with a gloomy orchid light planted in the container. It was a strange plant, like an unsuccessful bonsai. The slender trunk was about 16 inches long, with several thin branches sparsely growing on it, as if transparent leaves emitted mysterious blue light.

Sauron placed the bottle containing unicorn blood on the table with the plant, and quickly walked to a shelf on the side of the house and took down several other bottles. It was obvious that the darkness in the basement had no effect on Sauron. Sauron returned to the table, opened the bottle containing blood, lit the bottle with a magic wand, and silver blood floated out of the bottle and suspended it in the air. Sauron mixed the liquid from the other bottles into the ball of blood in the air.

, chanting a complex spell in his mouth, the blood became brighter and brighter, and finally it seemed as if a silver flame was ignited, illuminating the entire basement. At this time, Sauron stopped chanting the spell, aimed his wand at his left hand and gently waved it. A wound appeared in the palm of his hand, and the blood automatically flew out of the wound and poured into the shining liquid in the air. In an instant, the dazzling silver light disappeared, replaced by a small ball of liquid emitting faint blue light.

Sauron carefully controlled the liquid to enter the container planting magical plants. In an instant, the plants emitted a dazzling basket of light and dimmed in an instant. Then, the leaves of the plants began to wither, followed by the branches. Finally, the whole plant had only the main trunk, emitting an ink blue light.

Seeing this scene happening, Sauron showed a satisfied smile on his face. Five years of hard work finally succeeded.

Section 4

The air at dawn was cool and fresh, and the morning light was dim. Soren was walking on a winding mountain path. Below was wrapped in thick fog was a hazy town. After coming to the town, he followed the guidance of others and knocked on the door of a certain room.

A beautiful lady in a dressing gown opened the door with obvious sleepiness and asked, "Who are you (German)"

"Sorry, I don't understand what you said," Sauron said.

"I'm sorry, who are you? Is there anything wrong?" the woman asked in English while yawning.

"I would like to ask, is Grigovic in? I have some questions about the wand and want to talk to him." Sauron said with a smile.

"You look for my father. He didn't live here for a long time. Go to his studio to find him. At the end of this road, the low house is his studio." The lady was slightly angry because she was disturbed by sleep, but she still pointed out Grigovic's studio.

"So thank you, I'm really sorry for disturbing your sleep." Soren bowed.

"Then do you have anything else?" the lady asked.

"No more, thank you again." Sauron turned around and said.

The mountain road in the early morning was not easy to walk. The morning mist made the pebbles very slippery and easily made people fall. Soren walked for about twenty minutes before he arrived in front of the house the woman mentioned.

Sauron knocked on the door three times, and after a while, the door opened. An old man who looked like Santa Claus stood at the door with two dark circles on his face. Neither of them spoke, and looked at each other.

"Hello, are you Mr. Grigovic?" Sauron broke the silence.

"Yes, I am, is there anything wrong? It's early in the morning." The old man muttered.

"I'm here to get your help, sir, I need a wand that suits me," Sauron said with a smile.

"Come in the house, the door is not a good place to talk," said Grigovic. "The house is a little messy, don't care too much."

The house was indeed very messy, with scattered wood chips and scales everywhere, and wooden blocks and some parchment paper were also placed randomly.

"You should be from England, why don't you go to that old guy Ollivander? You know, although I don't like his style, he is indeed an excellent wand craftsman." Grigovic said while sitting on a chair. "You know, he is indeed a good wand on ordinary wands, um." Grigovic said as he sniffed.

"In fact, before I came here again, I did seek help from Mr. Ollivander, but unfortunately, Mr. Ollivander refused me for some strange reason, so I can only ask you for help. After all, as far as I know, only you two are capable of helping me." Sauron said, taking off his hood.

"You, you are Soren..." Grigovic asked in a surprised and slightly nervous tone.

"Ah, obviously, I am Sauron. Look, my dear Mr. Ollivander has contacted you. Oh, please don't be nervous, I have no malice, Mr. Grigovic, in fact, I don't even carry a wand with me." Sauron said with a smile.

"What kind of wand do you want? Why did Ollivand refuse you? If you just want a wand that suits you, Ollivand won't be so nervous." Grigovic said, seemingly calming down, but what Sauron did next made him almost jump up.

Soren took out a long narrow box from his arms, opened the lid, and there was a long black blue wooden stick in it. Grigovic's eyes widened as the box was opened, and then he pursed his lips tightly and held his breath, which made Soren worry if he had a heart attack. After a while, the old man exhaled suddenly, and his eyes turned to stare at Soren tightly, as if he wanted to see him through his eyes.

"How could you think of this idea? The Curse Fire will burn you without even the residue. No normal person will want it. Even the mysterious people back then did not have this idea." The old man said loudly, looking at Soren's eyes as if he was looking at a madman. "You are sure that this is what you want. No wonder Ollivand refused to do it for you. Think about it, and provide a wizard with a wand that burns people to ashes, which no wand craftsman can do."

"But it is very powerful, isn't it? As long as it can conquer it, and I have no choice. In fact, I am willing to give it a try." Sauron said calmly, "If you don't have power, you can't control your destiny. Without a magic wand, how can the wizard have power? I stick to my choice."
To be continued...