Section 1

When the first ray of morning light emerged from the horizon, as if a silent call sounded deep in his heart, Harry felt a little throbbing. He opened his eyes and found that before he knew it, the night had quietly left and a new day began.

Last night, Harry thought about recalling the various insights during the casting process, and then perceived the world around him through meditation as Suo Lun said. He tried to calm down and eliminate all irrelevant distractions. Slowly, his consciousness entered a certain ethereal state, and the spiritual consciousness spread out, integrating his spirit and nature. Unconsciously, he spent the night like this until the moment when the day and night alternated, the transformation of darkness and light was sensitively captured by him, pulling him out of the meditation.

Harry felt that he seemed to have thought about a lot of things, but he was very vague, as if he had a long dream. Harry frowned and tried to capture the wisps of feelings from his mind, but had no idea.

"Just get used to it slowly." Soren's voice came, "I was almost the same as you when I first meditated, but to be honest, you can succeed in the first meditation, which I didn't expect."

Sauron sat opposite Harry, half-squinted at him, and could vaguely see the golden standing pupils; strands of black flames burned on the surface of his robe, and in the dark forest, it looked very mysterious.

Harry stood up, stretched his body, and sat motionless on the woodland all night. Harry was surprised to find that he did not feel sore and stiff. On the contrary, he felt that he was in very good condition, as if he had just slept in a beautiful night on the holiday where he didn't need to wake up early. Moreover, as Sauron said, another night passed and Harry still didn't feel hungry.

"What should I do today?" Harry asked.

Sauron stood up, took a deep breath, stretched his arms as if embracing the sky, and the black flames around him jumped again, burning a blazing waves enveloping the entire magic array.

"Continue yesterday's training," Sauron said. "When you can cast spells calmly here, we'll do something else."

"I can cast spells, I did it yesterday," Harry argued, speaking firmly.

Sauron raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "If I were you, you wouldn't be so confident."

Harry looked at Sauron and took a deep breath. He raised his wand and said calmly: "Get rid of your weapon!"

A dazzling red light burst out from Harry's staff and shot towards Soren on the opposite side. Soren showed a hint of surprise. He snorted coldly, and the spell suddenly dissipated in front of him.

Sauron narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry for a while. Then he raised his right hand and wisps of black flames gathered between his fingers. After a moment, the ink blue wand was held in his hand, emitting a mysterious and depressing aura.

"So that's the case, let's get to the point." Soren said quietly, with a cold smile on his lips, "Next, fight me with all my might, my brother."

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Section 2

On the eleventh floor of the Ministry of Magic, in the office of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, Ibikos sat behind his desk, frowned at the documents in front of the processor. As he once told Sauron, such work in offices is usually boring and boring, but Ibikos still patiently handles all the work in an orderly manner.

"Bang bang bang." The office door was knocked, and Ibikos raised his head, "Please come in, the door is not locked."

The door was pushed open, and a tall and thin wizard walked in. He was wearing glasses with thin metal frames and a head of fiery red hair. He saw Ibicos, stunned for a moment, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "Where is Mr. Crower, Mr. Crouch wants me to hand him some documents."

"Well, there is no need to be so troublesome, Passi," said Ibikos calmly. "Mr. Crower has something to do and will probably not come back in the evening. Just hand me the documents."

"I don't think you understand what I mean." Pasey frowned and showed an offended expression. "This is an important document. Mr. Crouch told me to hand me over to the Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, Mr. Crouch, not you."

"So, allow me to explain." Ibikos stood up and stared at Pasey with his eyes narrowed. "Mr. Crower also told me that when he was not here, I would be in charge of the affairs of the office."

The two of them were in a stalemate. After a while, Patsy snorted coldly, threw the documents on the desk at the door, and turned around and left the office.

"No." Ibicos also sneered. He waved his wand and closed the office door, and then took the documents on the table at the door. There were two documents, covered with thick parchment paper, one for the legal coordination issues regarding the holding of the Quidditch World Cup. Ibicos scanned it and placed it on the stack of documents that Zi was processing; he picked up another document, which was covered with a dark red seal representing the right of the director-level review, and wrote a line of words in a heavy printing form - "Opinions on the implementation of legal provisions related to the Triple Thousand Championship (with a memorandum of dispute mediation and additional clauses to be reviewed)"

Ibikos thought about it, put the report alone in the drawer aside, and then continued to handle his work.

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, all kinds of staff came and went, a tall stone statue standing in the center of the hall, which was Connelly Forge himself, the Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Barticle Rough, director of the International Magic Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, stood in front of the window, looking down at the scene in the hall, with complex emotions in his eyes - originally, he should have been sitting in this office, looking down at his own statue.

The office door was pushed open, and Crouch turned around and saw Connelly Fudge coming in through the door, wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat, dusty.

"Oh, sorry Crouch, you've been waiting for a long time," Fudge said while taking off his clothes, and he hung his coat and hat on the shelf. "I've been very busy lately. I just came back from France, and Merlin is here. The French are really procrastinating to do business."

"Well, that's true," Crouch said, "and everything came together."

"Haha." Fudge sat in the sofa at his desk, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Crouch, and also poured himself, "Barty, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

Crouch's expression became serious, "I mentioned to you, Fudge, now the Ministry of Magic is facing the threat of some conspirators." He looked at Fudge, frowning, "The Slytherin's families are expanding their influence in politics, and we should realize that this is a dangerous sign that we should take the necessary measures."

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then slowly lowered the teacup. His eyes shook away from Mr. Crouch's eyes and said with a little unnaturally: "Look, Crouch, I think you are a little too nervous. We all know that the situation is very good now. As for, well, Slytherins, they have always supported our work, such as Mr. Malfoy, who had just donated a large sum to St. Mungo a few days ago."

"Well, I'm frank, you're too optimistic." Bati Crouch shook his head. "They give you support for a purpose. You have to know that they have always been like this. They pretend to support the Ministry of Magic, take the opportunity to expand their influence, and then slowly seize power in their hands, just like they did when the Dark Lord rose."

"Batty, Barty." Fudge was helpless. He took a sip of tea and looked at Crouch. "Everyone can see your loyalty to the Ministry of Magic. But old friend, I have to say that you always have a stubborn prejudice against the Slytherins." Fudge paused, "Maybe, the Slytherin families did some unlucky things back then, but many people couldn't help themselves, right? But everything was over, the Dark King fell, and they settled down. Isn't this great? There is no need to keep aside the things that happened back then."

"Hmph, get settled." Bati Crouch sneered, "Virus snakes always bite people, Fudge." He took out a piece of material and handed it to Fudge. "The Dark King has fallen, but they have begun to find a new backer for themselves."

Forge raised an eyebrow, he glanced at Crouch who was sneering, and then opened the documents in his hand.

"What is this?" Fudge frowned, looking at the material in his hand. The first page was the photo. The person in the photo was Sauron. "What do you mean? Is it simply inexplicable to say that this child is the backer of the so-called Slytherins."

"Don't deceive yourself, Fudge." Batikrouch stared at the Minister of Magic and said word by word, "Don't say you know nothing about him."

Fudge's face turned ugly, he hesitated for a moment, "He is still a minor and still attending school in Hogwarts..."

"He is a powerful and dangerous black wizard!" Crouch interrupted Fudge without hesitation. "We all know that several murders and disappearances in the past few years have been related to him, and now he is very close to the Slytherin's family forces. There is no doubt that in a few years he will be the new Voldemort."

"Oh, Merlin is on." Fudge's face turned paler, his voice trembled, "This is ridiculous. After investigation, the committee has determined that the cases were made by the Death Eaters who had not been arrested. Moreover, Dumbledore agreed with this and offered to guarantee Sauron at the inquiry meeting."

"Dumbledore, do you think Dumbledore is credible?" Barty retorted, "He is a demigod, and his ideas are not something you and I can understand. Facing the reality, he never really takes the Ministry of Magic seriously, and in fact, we have no ability to demand responsibility for him."

Fudge's breathing became violent. He was a little excited. He slowly picked up the teacup to prevent the tea from shaking. Fudge took a sip of the tea and tried to calm himself down. After a long time, he said slowly, as if trying to convince Crouch, or who was convinced by himself. "Okay, I think you think you have thought too seriously. Maybe there is too much work recently that makes us a little nervous, old friend." He looked down at the material in his hand, closed it with some fear, and handed it back to Crouch, "Let's stop here today, I still have some things to be busy with."

Mr. Crouch took a deep breath, and he squinted his eyes and looked at Fudge for a short while, "So, disturb me, goodbye to Mr. Minister." After that, he turned around and left Fudge's office and closed the door.

After Fudge walked to his desk and sat loosely into the chair. He turned to look out the window. His statue in the hall was standing in the middle of the bustling crowd, tall and majestic, as if he was accepting the admiration of the crowd, which made him feel much better.
Chapter completed!