On the east side of the camp, passing through the not-so-dark but rather dark woods, an extremely huge stadium is located in the open space, with magnificent golden walls casting a large shadow on the ground, almost several blocks. This is the Quidditch World Cup final venue, with various facilities inside, which can accommodate up to 100,000 spectators. In order to build it, the British Ministry of Magic mobilized hundreds of wizards, which took a year and a considerable amount of funds.

At this moment, the dense crowd gathered outside the stadium, which made the Ministry of Magic staff who maintained order very upset - the Bulgarian team members and entourage were surrounded by crazy fans as soon as they arrived, and the fans shouted and vented their enthusiasm.

"Get back, please back back!" the staff shouted, pulling their necks, even though the sound was amplified by magic, it was still drowned in the noise of the crowd. "Let the athletes come in, Oh my God, please let me go."

The Bulgarian team came through a large teleportation array. The basic principles of the teleportation array are similar to the fireplace teleportation network technology, except that the transmission path is more stable and safer, and it is convenient to transport items. On an open space outside the gymnasium, blue magic fires burned on a stone platform with complex magic patterns. Some people walked out of the leaping flames, dragging large bags of small bags of luggage, and then entered the stadium under the guidance of staff. Whenever a Bulgarian athlete wearing red uniforms appeared, the crowd around would cheer.

Sauron and Furong stood on a big tree on the edge of the forest. The two held their hands together and stood firmly on the thin branches on the top of the tree, as if they had no weight.

"I thought only Germans had mastered this technology," Sauron said, staring at the teleportation array. "In recent years, the Technology Development Department has been doing research on this area, and it seems that they have succeeded."

"The UK hosted this World Cup to show its strength, so it naturally had to come up with some high-end technology." Furong said lightly, "The turmoil twenty years ago hurt Britain's vitality and its international status plummeted. After so many years of cultivation, it is normal for the British Ministry of Magic to regain its voice and make some moves."

Sauron raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in surprise, "You are very sensitive."

"My parents both serve in the French Ministry of Magic." said the girl. "Although I don't like it, I'm not new to politics."

"Where there is civilization, there is politics, whether it is a wizard or a muggle, there is no difference in this." Sauron whispered, looking at the dense crowd below, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Those who cannot jump out will eventually become chess pieces."

The girl frowned slightly, sighed and said nothing, but just used a little force to hold the hand that was holding Sauron.

The crowd below suddenly cheered warmly, and the noise attracted the attention of the two. A man in the Bulgarian team uniform had just walked out of the teleportation array - he looked very strong, his legs were a little outer, his angular face and thick black eyebrows looked a little gloomy, but also very masculine.

"Krum! Krum!" the crowd shouted enthusiastically, and many young girls screamed loudly.

Soren had some impression of this young man named Krum, but only because he was an excellent Quidditch athlete. Soren's eyes did not stay on Krum for too long, but fell on a figure that appeared later - the man was tall and thin, with short gray hair and a curly goatee, and a rather luxurious black leather robe shining slightly in the sun.

"Igor Kakarov." Sauron whispered, with inexplicable emotions in his slightly narrowed eyes, "It looks like you're doing a good job."

Most of Sauron's knowledge of this person comes from Snape. In Snape's words, Kakarov is a cunning old fox. The two worked with Voldemort. Compared to powerful elites like Snape, Kakarov, who is ordinary but good at scheming, is not popular even within Voldemort's power, especially after Voldemort fell, he bit out a large group of Voldemort's loyal subordinates. Although Kakarov escaped the punishment of being imprisoned in Azkaban, once Voldemort returns, I believe his fate will be even more miserable.

But at this moment, Kakarov looked quite glorious. He held his head high and had a slightly smug smile on his face. He strode to Krum and walked side by side towards the stadium. Krum seemed to feel Soren's gaze and turned his head to look over, but before he could see Soren, he walked into the stadium under the urging of Kakarov and the staff.

"Krum is Kakarov's favorite student," Fleur told Soren. "He is still in school at Demstrong. Putting aside his Bulgarian national team's goalkeeper, he is also the president of the boys' student union."

"Excellent spiritual sense." Sauron said calmly, looking at Krum's departure back, showing a hint of undetectable smile, and murmured to himself: "And, he has a smell of hatred."

"What did you say?" Furong couldn't hear what Sauron said clearly.

"No, nothing." Soren said perfunctorily, but Furong didn't care. In fact, her attention was always focused on the teleportation array, as if she was waiting for something.

Sauron was a little curious and calmed down to watch the teleportation array with the girl. The Bulgarian players basically entered the venue. Now most of the people passing through the teleportation array were staff members, but there seemed to be no sign of dispersion in the crowd around him.

The flames on the teleportation array jumped again. The next moment, graceful figures walked out of the flames one after another. In an instant, the crowd around them fell into a brief silence, and only the suppressed breathing could be heard. After a while, someone shouted excitedly, as if a signal was signaled, and the whole crowd boiled again.

"Feiwa, it's Feiwa!" someone shouted in the crowd, and they were basically men. If women were passionate when they saw Krum just now, then most men can be called crazy now - they shouted and danced, like roosters fighting.

Sauron couldn't help but shake his head slightly. In fact, even with his nature, he could not help but shake slightly, let alone these ordinary people. The reason was that these creatures who came out of the flames were so beautiful—a graceful figure, delicate and charming face, long silver hair and fair skin radiated a psychedelic luster in the sun. Every movement and every smile seemed to be magical, making people want to indulge in it and go crazy about it.

"Share all living beings." Sauron couldn't help but whisper, "a cute and terrible creature."

Sauron turned his head to look at Furong beside him. The girl was staring at the vegetarians in a daze. There was an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes. When she noticed Sauron's gaze, the girl said softly: "I have one-quarter of the vegetarian bloodline, passed down from my grandmother."

Sauron didn't make a sound, but just held the girl's hand and listened quietly to her talk.

"I have a good relationship with my grandparents. When I was a child, I always lived with them. They were very kind to me. My grandmother often roasted vanilla-flavored sweet cakes for me, and then told me stories while watching me eat." Furong said softly, as if immersed in past memories. "Grandmother likes plants, it seems that this is the nature of all vegetarians. In their yard, flowers are always blooming. I will hide in the flowers and wait for her and grandfather to find me. In this way, the days passed day by day, very simple and happy. At that time, I was just a silly little girl. In my opinion, my grandmother and grandfather would stay with me like this until forever..."

The girl stopped, showed a bitter smile, and a crystal clear look in her eyes. "Feiwa's life span is very long, but when she falls in love with someone, she will grow old with him and eventually leave the world together." She pulled out a slender magic wand from her arms. The light brown rod was clinging to the light silver magic pattern, and it winded up like a beautiful vine. "This was made by my grandfather. The core of the rod is a hair of my grandmother. Originally, they wanted to give it to me with their own hands on my eleventh birthday, but unfortunately they didn't wait for that day..."

The girl didn't say anything and couldn't help but start to choke softly. Soren sighed softly, took her into her arms, and let her tears wet her shoulders. Soren knew very well that just as he would only show fatigue and weakness in front of her, this proud and strong girl in front of others would also let go of her reserve and vent her inner weakness and sadness.

"Soren, why do you think people die?" said the girl softly, with a weak crying voice in her voice. "Although I know this question is stupid, I still can't help but think about how good it would be if people didn't die and if we didn't lose our loved ones."

Sauron was stunned, but he didn't know how to answer, and couldn't help but smile helplessly. Even himself could not understand this seemingly simple but actually profound proposition. Death may be the source of all kinds of entanglements in this world, and it is also the greatest helplessness and sorrow of sentient beings. Sauron couldn't help but think of Voldemort, who was persistent in pursuing immortality and immortality, who was regarded as crazy and evil by the world, was also bravely fighting against this fateful sorrow.
Chapter completed!