Section 1

At the edge of the cliff, Sauron sat quietly. The sea surface was calm and peaceful, reflecting the moonlight pouring down from the sky, shimmering. A faint sea breeze swept across the sea and blew on his face, with a hint of coldness.

"You have something to worry about." Qingrou said, and the girl sat next to Sauron, "Do you want to talk to me?"

Sauron smiled slightly, stretched his arms around the girl, letting her lean on her shoulder, and her long silver hair shone with a dreamlike luster under the moonlight.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Sauron said calmly, "I'm sorry for you."

The girl shook her head, "Some things, it's better to say them than to carry them alone. At least, I want you to know that I'm willing to face everything with you."

Sauron was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, "Thank you."

On the quiet night, the sound of waves washing the beach came from afar. The two of them snuggled up to each other and felt each other's body temperature.

"Actually, you should trust Harry." Furong said softly, "You are brothers, and he can do what you can do."

"But he is not ready yet." Sauron sighed.

"You are wrong, my dear." Furong said softly, "Maybe you never realized that you only care about your brother, but never really trust him, at least, so far, you never trust him."

Sauron opened his mouth and smiled bitterly. Furong was right. When he thought about it carefully, he realized that he had indeed never faced Harry's courage and ability.

"Yes, you're right." Sauron said, "I'm too persistent and powerful. I'm fearless because of my own strength, but I ignore the courage and beliefs that come from my heart, or rather, I don't want to believe it." He looked at the girl and said with some self-deprecating self-deprecatingly, "Am I very arrogant, very sad."

"Don't say stupid things." Furong held his hand, "Although there were many things in the past that I didn't know, I can understand your heart. From the first time we met, we can be - arrogant and cold, but we can always leave a trace of softness for love." She looked into his eyes and said gently, "Maybe to outsiders, you look dark and cold, but I know that it's just because you have carried too much for love."

Sauron and Furong looked at each other speechlessly, and then he hugged the girl into his arms and kissed her lips affectionately.

The silver moon shines like veil, and the two hugged each other tightly, and against the backdrop of the starry sky and the sea, they were like being in a dream-like scroll...

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Section 2

At No. 17 Oak Road, in front of the dilapidated old house, a young man in a black suit suddenly appeared, but the passers-by didn't notice it. He sorted out his clothes, then walked calmly to the door of the old house and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and Sauron stood at the door, looking at the well-dressed and formal Ibikos, smiling and said, "I'll get into the role so soon. If I don't know you, I'd think you're the Ministry of Magic officials who have been sitting in the office for many years."

"That's exactly what I expected, Your Highness." Ibikos said easily, "at least this will make my look more trustworthy."

The two walked into the living room, and the elf Bono put away Ibicos' coat, and soon arranged tea and milk in front of them.

"Go down, I'll call you if you need it." Sauron waved his hand, Bono bowed and disappeared.

"How are you doing in the Ministry of Magic?" Soren leaned against the sofa, holding a teacup. "Is everything going well?"

"It's okay, the work of the Magic Law Enforcement Department is boring and boring," Ibikos carefully adjusted the tea and then took a sip of pleasure. "Fortunately, the family has done a lot of work for me in the department in advance, which has reduced most of the resistance."

Sauron raised his eyebrows, "It seems that there are still people who are hostile to you."

"Hostility is not enough," said Ibikos. "It's just a little dissatisfaction, at least so far, and this dissatisfaction is common."

"Oh." A smile appeared on the corner of Soren's mouth, "I'm very curious."

"Some stubborn old guys have stereotypes about Slytherin," Ibikos shrugged and said indifferently, "But I don't think that's the main reason. In fact, the reason they are hostile to me is just to protect their own political interests."

"Let me guess." Sauron said calmly, "a man from the Magic Discipline Committee, or Auror?"

"There are both, but there is another person with the most intense attitude-" Ibikos took a sip of tea, "and he is from the International Magic Cooperation Division."

"Oh?" Sauron was interested, "Batty Crouch?"

"That's right." Ibikos smacked his lips, "strong, stubborn and ambitious, and you know that he has always been hostile to us."

"So, do I need some means?" Sauron narrowed his eyes and looked at Ibicos.

"Oh, you don't need to take action, Your Highness." Ibicos said awkwardly, "It's not that serious yet, but if the conflict between us continues to escalate, you may need your help." Ibicos hesitated for a moment, "our department has to deal with the Aurors a lot, and Crouch and the Aurors have always had a close relationship."

Sauron nodded slightly, and Ibikos thought for a while, "By the way, I have one more thing to come today. The things you asked me to prepare have been done."

Saw Ibikos away, Soren returned to the study, sat in the chair, and squeezed his eyebrows with his hands. A pair of slightly cool hands stroked his cheeks from behind him and gently rubbed his temples. A faint smile appeared on Soren's face, and he held her hand and kissed her gently.

"I'm so glad you are with me." Sauron said gently.

"Are you leaving?" Furong asked softly.

"Yes." Sauron closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Furong hesitated for a moment, "I'll go with you."

Sauron was stunned for a moment, thinking for a moment, "Okay." He stood up, turned around and hugged the girl in his arms, "As long as you want."

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Section 3

The Livervo Luthersley family, Harry was bored. Compared to the mysterious magical world, the Muggle world had no color. In Harry's hut, he lay on the narrow and shabby bed, and was absent-mindedly flirting with a magic book - he told the Dursley family that Sirius was his godfather, and Black's identity as a murderer scared them, so Harry is now much more comfortable than before.

After chatting for a few pages, Harry threw the book aside, and he felt a little inexplicably irritated. What happened on the night Sirius escaped, to this day, is still full of doubts that bother him - who was the person who arranged the barrier, who knocked Snape out, and what happened after he released the patron saint spell and lost consciousness - when he asked Hermione afterwards, she seemed a little scared, she said that he summoned a powerful patron saint, and then fainted, but Harry knew very well that what she was saying was not the fact, at least not the whole fact.

Harry had a faint feeling that the whole thing was intrigue, and the one who controlled everything in the dark was probably Sauron. Thinking of this, Harry felt even more confused. Peter the little dwarf escaped, and in that terrible prophecy, he would return to Voldemort to help him rise again. Harry couldn't help but squint his eyes. What could he do? Voldemort killed his parents and were enemies of immortality and a certain inexplicable emotion emerged from the bottom of his heart.

, It is a desire, a desire for power and revenge. In the past three years, Harry has experienced a lot, and has long developed a sense of enlightenment in the world - this world is cruel, whether you believe it or not - even in order to realize the highest and brightest ideal, the power of darkness is indispensable. Harry couldn't help but think of Sauron, and what Sauron said when he was learning the patron curse: "It is for the sake of protection that we have learned to kill."

A phone ringtone came downstairs, pulling Harry out of his chaotic thoughts. Harry turned over and continued to read the book. Harry never cared about calling into Dursley's house. No Muggle would call him, and the wizards all used owls to deliver letters.

"Bang bang bang." Harry's door was rudely knocked, accompanied by Uncle Vernon's annoyed complaints. Although reluctant, Harry walked out of bed and opened the door.

"Your brother calls, and it means you will be picked up early tomorrow morning." Vernon said impatiently, his purple face looked a little black due to excitement. "Hurry up and pack up your rags and leave here immediately when the time comes." After that, Vernon closed the door vigorously and went downstairs, and a vague complaining sound came.

"Do you leave?" Harry felt a little excited and didn't care about Vernon's bad temper. He took out his wand from the drawer and held it tightly. He felt a power rising deep in his heart, that was his power.

In the dark, Harry had a feeling. He looked at the wand in his hand and was slightly ecstatic. At this moment, Sauron was staring at the night.
Chapter completed!