Section 6

The atmosphere of the evening party was gradually being pushed to a climax, and everyone seemed excited. On the stage in the center of the venue, the band was playing music with a strong rock style and dynamic music. Many people started dancing on the spacious grass.

Sauron stood by the dining table near the periphery, holding a glass of honey wine in his hand, the amber wine scented with a faint laurel smell, which smelled quite tempting. Sauron took a sip, turned to look at the girl beside him, and asked, "Dear, are you sure you don't want to come?"

Furong shook her head gently, and she looked to the center of the venue. In the area next to the stage, the officials of the Ministry of Magic gathered together, with impeccable smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing while drinking. Minister of Magic Fudge was also there, Batikrouch and he was standing side by side, talking with several officials of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. Not far behind them, several field personnel in the Ministry of Magic dressed in standard costumes were on guard, and invisible to separate the politicians from other guests.

"What's wrong with Ibikos looking for you just now?" Furong asked, unable to hear the emotion in her tone, but from her slightly frown, she could see that she was slightly unhappy.

Sauron was stunned for a moment, and then realized that with the girl's intelligence and understanding of herself, although she did not know the specific content of the conversation she had just talked with Ibikos, from his expression during the conversation, she still guessed that the two of them were talking about were mostly strange and gloomy things. Thinking of her previous promise to the girl, Sauron couldn't help but feel a little apologized.

"Political dirty things." Sauron said lightly, "Although he hates it, he cannot avoid it."

He took another cup, poured half a cup of honey wine, and handed it to Furong. The girl turned her head and said nothing. She looked at Soren with a little meaning. Soren did not avoid her gaze, and looked at her calmly, with a hint of hope in her eyes.

After a long time, the girl snorted lightly, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction, but she took the cup from Soren's hand and took a sip. The gentle and soft wine slid across her lips, and the fragrance spreaded into strands of fragrance in her mouth. The girl couldn't help but smile with enjoyment on her face, but when she realized that Soren was looking at her, she gave him a demonstration blank look.

At this point, neither of them continued to be entangled in this matter, but instead focused on the party itself. After all, putting aside the motive for the Ministry of Magic to hold the party, this carnival party was still very good. To Sauron's surprise, the dome of the stadium could be opened. Looking up, you can see the ink blue sky. The stars shone with the silver moon in the rubber white, shining brightly in the sky. Soon after, as a pile of giant bonfires in the venue were ignited, the golden red flames several meters high were ignited, and the atmosphere of the party was also pushed to a climax.

"It's very beautiful." The girl looked at the fire and said, her long silver hair reflected a golden halo under the flames, and the strands of hair on her forehead swung slightly with the warm airflow.

"Well, very exquisite magic." Sauron said smacking his lips. He could feel the faint magic fluctuations in the bonfire. Although the flames were very strong, they were actually firmly controlled in a safe area, radiating light and heat steadily outward. A large number of bright Mars appeared from the top of the flame, and as the rising heat surged into the sky, it did not dissipate for a long time.

Perhaps human nature has a love for flames. At the same time, the crowd began to dance around the bonfire. The cheerful and enthusiastic dance steps accompanied by people's cheers. It seemed that even the raging flames became more and more dazzling.

Soren was still holding a glass cup, but the ones in it were replaced by honey wine to cider. Although he proposed to attend the party, he realized that Furong was much more excited than he did when he arrived here. Soren was holding his hand and participated in the crowd together. He danced casual but cheerful dance steps with everyone's rhythm. He used magic to make the cider steadily stop in the cup, and raised it to his mouth from time to time to take a sip.

"Can't you put down your wine glass first?" said the girl with some anger. "Or do you think I'm not as important as your cider."

"Uh." Soren was a little embarrassed. He looked at the girl for a while, smirked, threw the wine glass into the fire, and then hugged her in the girl's exclamation, and held her arms around her waist with both hands and hugged her horizontally into her arms.

"Beauty, do you want to dance?" Sauron said with a smile. He looked at the beautiful face of the girl Yichen Yixi from top to bottom, without caring about the eyes of the people around him.

Furong was held in Sauron's arms, as if she was a little panicked, but she quickly adjusted. Although she was so close to Sauron in public for the first time, in the warm atmosphere around her, the shyness and concern in her heart instantly disappeared. She looked at Sauron without any concession and said in a slightly provocative tone: "Okay."

"As you wish." Sauron said softly, holding the girl firmly in his arms, staring into her eyes, slowly leaning down, and kissing her lips hard.

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Section 2

"Mr. Minister, thank you very much for the party. The guys had a great time." A Bulgarian official with a neat brown beard said happily, his face turned red from whiskey or excitement. He raised the cup in his hand and signaled, "Well, I believe we will have a perfect event tomorrow, let's cheer for our game."

The words were spoken in Bulgarian. Fudge himself did not understand this foreign language that sounded rapturous. Fortunately, Barty Crouch was present. The director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, who was regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the Slytherins, had amazing language talents, which can be seen from his easy and accurate translation of the words of the officials leading the team of Relegation Leah into English at the same time.

"I believe we will have an unprecedented exciting game." Fudge said with a smile, the confidence in his tone and the color on his face made him look proud.

He looked around slightly, and the government officials around him were smiling and focused on him, while the athletes from Bulgaria and Ireland were relaxing on the ground not far away, having fun in groups of three or three. Everything looked good. Fudge could almost see that after tomorrow, this grand sports event would become a glorious mark in his political career.

Fudge raised his cup and responded to the Bulgarian team leader's words and said loudly: "We can foresee that tomorrow's game will be hot and perfect. I believe that our young men will not let us down; I believe that the success of this sports event will set a new example for the cause of international magic cooperation." Fudge said, raising his cup, "Now, for the World Cup, for our outstanding young men, and for the new achievements of international magic cooperation - Cheers!"

"Cheers!" said the crowd loudly, and the fragrant wine glittered in the crystal glass.

There seems to be endless topics among politicians. After the toast just now, the atmosphere between this small group of officials of all sizes became more intense, and the language barrier between the two sides seemed to no longer exist. Foggy was having a happy conversation with another Bulgarian official, while Bati Crouch, who had been a translator from the beginning, walked to the side quietly.

"Rufus." He walked to a man in a long black leather windbreaker and handed him a glass of wine, "How is it, old friend, is everything normal tonight?"

The man in a black windbreaker turned his head and showed a vicissitudes but extremely determined face. His long brown hair and his sharp black eyes made him look like a lion. His name is Rufus Sclinger, the director of the Auror office under the Law Enforcement Department. He is consistent with his appearance. He has a firm and courageous personality and has always been known for his tough attitude in the Ministry of Magic. Seeing that it was Crouch, Sclinger was stunned for a moment, and then took the wine.

"It seems okay at the moment." He took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes and glanced around, and then looked at Crouch, "I mobilized the second, third and seventh action teams, and a total of nearly one hundred Aurors were scattered inside and outside the venue. This was the limit of what I could call for, but..." Sclinger paused for a moment, looking a little annoyed, "As you can see, this is a grand event, the venue is too large and there are too many people, and we can't take care of everything."

Crouch nodded slightly, as if he was understanding Sclinger's troubles. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Since that's the case, why not call the Secret Service?"

Sclinger was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't understood Crouch's words for a while. He stared at Crouch's eyes, was silent for a while, his face became serious, he lowered his voice and said slowly: "Barty, I don't think this is a good place to talk about this topic."

Bati Crouch didn't say anything. He just stared at Sclinger, with no sign of concession in his eyes. The two of them had a stalemate for a while, but Sclinger made a compromise. He shook his head helplessly and set up a clear sound barrier around him.

"I don't have the authority to mobilize the special service. In fact, in peacetime, no individual has the authority to mobilize." Sklinger said, looking at Foggy, who was standing among the crowd and drinking, and then said: "Even the minister, it's not possible. Only by passing the resolution of the committee can the special service be dispatched."

Crouch shook his head slightly, as if he was not surprised to Sclinger's reaction. He narrowed his eyes, and the look made Sclinger feel uncomfortable.

"Lufus, look at the surroundings, everyone has a great time," Crouch said calmly, lifting his finger and pointing to the crowd around him, "But how many people do you think there are here who have the courage to stand up and face the darkness and evil, and defend our hard-won peace today."

Sclinger stared at Crouch and said in a stiff tone: "What do you want to say, Barty, I don't like to go around the corner."

"I mean," Crouch said in a dark tone: "We are facing a crisis, and most people are still immersed in the fantasy of peace and ease, even most of them in the Ministry of Magic. I hope you can help me and change it all."

"This can't convince me." Scleringer whispered, his eyebrows frowned, making his face look a little gloomy. "You have been so stubborn for so many years. How can I convince you to give up those radical and unrealistic thoughts."

"Radical?" Crouch sneered, "Rufus, is it that I am too radical, or that you are weak. Our enemies are catching strength step by step, conspiring to destroy us, but we are blind to it." He pondered,

"Hehe, Barty." Sklinger shook his head vigorously, angry and helpless, "No conspiracy, no enemies, and no one wants to overthrow the Ministry of Magic all day long. If you insist, at least you want me to see where our enemies are!"

"Dark Wizard!" Crouch shouted in a deep voice, his voice low and confident, with a certain fanatical feeling in his eyes, but soon he calmed himself down, he took a deep breath and continued, "You and I know that they have never given up."

Sclinger choked up and turned to look at Crouch in silence. His tight expression made people unable to tell what he was thinking.

"You have been avoiding me recently, and I know this very well, Rufus." Crouch's tone was not anxious or slow. "When the Dark King was in power, we fought side by side and made so many sacrifices to win."

"The Dark Lord is gone." Sclinger said gritting his teeth, "He's finished, and that night, he fell into the hands of two children."

"Yes, he fell into the hands of two children, which made the Ministry of Magic so insignificant." Crouch said gloomyly, "and today, one child has become Dumbledore's darling and the hope of people; and the other..."

Crowch paused and said word by word: "He is slowly revealing his hideous minions, ready to tear us to pieces."

"This is ridiculous. Has we talked so much, the final conclusion is that we need to deal with two children who have not graduated from school!" Sclinger said angrily.

"We are dealing with the demigod!" Crouch said firmly without any concessions, "Dumbledore has won one of them into his spokesperson, and consolidated his high status with the help of his so-called savior; while the other has become the new master of the black wizards by relying on his evil and terrifying power. If this continues, one day the Ministry of Magic will become insignificant and become a tool for them to realize their ambitions."

"Wake up, Rufus, the fate of this world should not be controlled by a few demigods. Power should be in the hands of the government, and only the government is qualified to lead the people." Crouch said eagerly, "We need the special service force. Only by mastering them can we have the ability to compete with the demigods."

Sclinger didn't reply for a long time, and seemed to be stunned by Crouch's words. He looked at Crouch with a steady attitude, and the latter waited patiently for his response. After a while, Sclinger slowly came to his senses. He looked at Crouch with a complicated look, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts.

"Batty, my old friend, I respect you. But I still want to tell you..." Sclinger spoke, his voice dry and low. "The Secret Service is not a tool of someone or a certain force. I believe you know why it exists."

Sclinger raised his glass, drank the wine inside, and then let out a strong sigh. He looked at the cup with his eyes down and whispered: "Thank you for your wine, Barty, now I'm going to patrol, goodbye."

Sclinger turned and walked out, Crouch looked at his back with gloomy eyes. Just before Sclinger was about to enter the crowd around him, Bati Crouch said slowly: "You will regret it."

Crouch's voice was not loud, and in fact there was almost no sound, but every word and sentence sounded clearly in Sclinger's ear. He stopped, but after a moment he made a decision and walked straight into the crowd without turning back.
Chapter completed!