Unexpected

Section 1

Harry and his group walked towards the Weasley's tent with buckets. Along the way, they walked between various tents and various warriors. If it were usual, Harry would have looked at everything around him with interest, but at this time he looked a little absent-minded and frowned and walked in front of Ron and Hermione.

"Be careful, Harry." Hermione shouted suddenly.

"Huh?" Harry was stunned. Before he realized what was going on, he felt something kicking under his feet, and his whole body lost its balance and threw himself forward fiercely.

"Oh!" Ron exclaimed, but the next moment, his surprised expression frozen on his and Hermione's faces. Before Harry fell to the ground, he disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he stood firmly in front of the two of them. Even the water in the bucket in his hand did not spill out. Everything happened in an instant, as if Harry had never been tripped.

Harry looked at his feet and let out a sigh of relief. He had just kicked a tent nail, and his toes were still a little painful. When he raised his head, he found that Ron and Hermione's surprised expressions did not feel a little funny.

"It's so cool," Ron said, looking at his expression as if he knew Harry on the first day, "How did you do it, man."

"Uh, just practice more." For a moment, Harry didn't know what to say, so he had to make excuses. After experiencing the tempering in the forest and his own perceptions and practices during this period, many magic uses became as free as he wanted, just like using his own limbs. Before he knew it, he had made a lot of progress.

"This is not an ordinary skill. It's very similar to phantom development, but it's a little different. I guess only those who are very skilled in phantom development can do it." Hermione pointed out sharply, and she looked at Harry with some complex eyes and said slowly: "At least, I don't know that there are other people in Hogwarts' students who can do it."

Harry shook his head gently. He knew very well that at least one of Hogwarts's students could do it, that is Sauron. He had vaguely realized that this ability to control magic like instinct was what Sauron said to touch the origin of magic - there was no need to recite complex spells word by word, nor did he need to wave the wand in a stern way, and even the effect of the magic itself was no longer fixed.

Thinking of Sauron, Harry's heart sank slightly. Since he left the forest, he had not received any news about Sauron. Dumbledore just told him that Sauron was fine, and the other things were always secretive. The nightmare that had been entangled with him recently, and the strange bird he had just seen, which seemed to be like hallucinations, Harry had an intuition, that seemed to have some connection between all these strange things.

Looking at Harry's gloomy face, Ron asked with some concern: "Hey, Harry, I think something is wrong with you recently, and you often look absent-minded." Then, he looked at Harry with some strangeness and asked in a low voice: "Brother, aren't you interested in a girl?"

"Oh, my God." Hermione hummed helplessly, and Harry also showed a helpless expression.

However, after being disturbed by Ron's words, Harry's boredom was dispelled a lot. Unlike the first magic world, Harry felt that some things were not suitable for Ron and Hermione to know, at least not suitable for them to know now. Harry shrugged his shoulders and said in an indifferent tone: "I think we should go back to the tent as soon as possible. I'm afraid Mr. Weasley is already anxious. In fact, my poor stomach also needs a breakfast to comfort me."

Ron and Hermione didn't think much about it. Perhaps they realized that Harry didn't want to say much about it, so the three of them kept silent in a tacit understanding and walked quickly towards the tent with pots. On the way, they met many acquaintances, former Greffindor Quidditch former captain Oliver Wood, who had graduated from Hogwarts, Ravenclaw Academy goalkeeper Zhang Qiu, and Hufflepuff Ernie McMi - the poor guy had been petrified by Soren and almost died, so as soon as he saw Harry, he quickly hid back into the tent.

When the three returned to the tent of Weasley's house, it had been a while, but Mr. Weasley still failed to raise the fire. He tried to light the fire with a match, but he couldn't find the trick. Finally, the group of people struggled for a while before they made the fire prosperous and cooked breakfast.

From time to time, people from the Ministry of Magic came to say hello to Mr. Weasley. After a while, Pasey and Bill arrived with phantoms. Everyone sat around the fire for breakfast. There were kettles on the fire, making a gurgling sound. The warm sunlight shone on the body, making an indescribable sense of comfort.

Ludo Bagmann just arrived, once a member of the British Quidditch team, and now the leader of the Sports Division of the Ministry of Magic. The Weasley twins chatted with him happily and placed bets on the outcome of the game. However, Harry, Ron and Hermione were not interested in this. After breakfast, the other two seemed a little tired. Harry sat by the tent with teacups, watching the crackling fire. Since he returned from the forest, he found that he liked to do this more and more.

Suddenly, a wizard suddenly appeared at their bonfire. A man in his fifties, with a straight waist, stiff movement, wearing a spotless crisp suit and tie. Harry recognized him - Barty Crouch, director of the International Magic Cooperation Division, but that's all.

"Ah, Barty, you're here just as you said." Mr. Weasley said enthusiastically, "Sit down and have a cup of tea."

As if he felt Harry's gaze, Crouch looked at the tent. When he saw Harry, his expression suddenly changed, but he soon returned to his usual serious expression, but his eyes still showed a hint of gloom.

"Oh, no, Weasley." Crouch refused, and he pulled Ludo Bagman and said a few words, and then the two of them appeared together and left.

"Barty Crouch." Harry whispered to himself. He didn't remember any contact with Crouch before, but just now, he clearly felt a certain hostility and alertness from Crouch. He stared at the place where Crouch left, and his pupils slowly became narrow and a silver color appeared...

Section 2

Sauron sat on the sofa, holding an exquisite tea cup in his hand, and the warm black tea emitted an attractive fragrance. Beside him, Furong was sitting intimately with her godmother, Mrs. Maximf, the principal of Busbaton, and chatting happily. At this time, Sauron seemed to have been selected by the girl, but Maxim would chat with Sauron from time to time.

"You mean, you convinced my parents!" Fleur looked at Mrs. Maxim and said excitedly: "Did they agree to me in the competition?"

"Yes, they agreed." Maxim said gently, "After all, the opportunity is rare. This is the first time that the Triumph Championship has been re-sumed in centuries."

The girl listened to Mrs. Maxim's words, and her eyes were filled with excitement.

"But the game is very dangerous." Soren poured cold water out of time. "You also know the reason why the Triumph Championship has been interrupted for so many years..."

Mrs. Maxim nodded, "Of course, danger is inevitable. No matter how careful the organization is, it cannot be foolproof." Mrs. Maxim paused and showed a serious expression. "Danger is part of the Triumph Championship. Since the birth of this competition, it has not been a game for children."

"The arduous test, witnessed by the flame of the Holy Spirit." Mrs. Maxim looked at Sauron and said, "That is eternal glory, no one can question it."

Sauron's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked hoarsely: "You mean, that cup will be restarted in this tournament."

Mrs. Maxim nodded, "Carved from Ganier's branches, ignited by Merlin himself." She paused and said slowly, "The Holy Grail of Fire, a witness to the end of the Millennium War."

Sauron was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Mrs. Maxim with a sharp look. "I never thought they would use it."

"It's not surprising," Maxim said, with a somewhat undetectable helplessness in his tone. "I think so far, you don't include Connelly Fudge himself in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic."

There was another depressing silence, and the girl's eyes wandered between Sauron and her godmother, and asked in confusion: "Okay, it sounds like a great thing, but who can tell me what special significance this has?"

"This means that once you are selected to compete, you cannot retreat." Maxim looked at the girl and said seriously: "The Goblet of Fire will form a powerful magic contract that no one can violate unless death."

The girl's face changed. Even though she had some understanding of the rules of the Triumph Championship before, she still shocked her today - a magic contract that never ended, which meant that once it started, she could not look back.

Furong felt her hand being held, and a familiar warmth came from the back of her hand, which made her feel at ease. She turned her head and saw Soren's gentle gaze, and then subconsciously leaned towards him, but soon she realized that her godmother was watching, and she couldn't help feeling a little hot on her face.

"No, there is another way to terminate the contract." Sauron said calmly, as if stating a trivial matter, "just destroy the Goblet of Fire."

Maxim was stunned, as if Sauron's words took her a long time to understand. She stared at Sauron and said word by word: "Only madmen can do that."

"I think you also know the significance of this Triple Triumph to the Wizard World," said Maxim. "In less than a hundred years, the Wizard World has experienced two catastrophes. Now the top leaders of political circles in various countries hope to re-establish the government's prestige with the restoration of the Triumph. The government hopes to make the people believe that turmoil and chaos have passed, and they have the ability to maintain the stability of the Wizard World."

Sauron smacked his lips and pulled out a contemptuous smile, "So they agreed to use the Holy Grail of Fire to show their determination to ensure the smooth progress of this Triumph?"

"Maybe they have this consideration." Maxim ignored it, staring at Soren and said: "If someone destroys the Goblet of Fire, it is equivalent to provoking the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and he will become the public enemy of the wizard world."

"Is this a piece of advice?" Sauron said, he patted Furong's hand, and the girl was looking at him worriedly at this moment. He said to Mrs. Maxim calmly: "I have no intention of interfering in this matter. If everything is normal, I will naturally not interfere in the competition, but if an accident occurs, I will never sit by and watch Furong encounter danger..."

"Um." Maxim smiled helplessly. She looked at Sauron for a long time and shook her head and said, "To be honest, I really don't know if you and Furong are together..." She paused for a moment, turned to the girl sitting aside, and stroked her long hair lovingly, "But since my good girl chose you, I will bless you."

After saying that, Mrs. Maxim stood up and clapped her hands lightly, "Okay, in this rare holiday, you should experience the happiness of the two world more."

She waved her wand gently and a parchment envelope appeared in her hand.

"There are instructions for the start of this semester. Your textbooks and necessary equipment have been prepared for you, but I think you should take a look and clarify the details." Mrs. Maxim handed the envelope to the girl, "I wish you a happy life."

"Thank you." The girl stood up, hugged Mrs. Maxim for a moment, and said reluctantly: "So, goodbye."

Sauron nodded slightly, performed a wizard's ceremony, and said respectfully: "No matter what, I'm happy to meet you today. Of course, I would like to thank you for your blessings to us."

Mrs. Maxim just nodded slightly and said, "Take good care of Furong, otherwise I will not spare you."

Sauron and the girl left, and the room became quiet again. Mrs. Maxim waved her wand lightly, and the tea set placed on the upper left disappeared. She sat in the wide chair behind the desk, closing her eyes and wondering what she was thinking.

It seemed like a breeze blew, gently waving the orchid branches shining with a lilac light on the wall. Mrs. Maxim opened her eyes and a beautiful figure was sitting lazily on the sofa opposite the work. On her beautiful face like a fairy, her icy blue eyes were staring at her with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't agree with them being together." said a light voice, with some special charm.

"I thought you would hide in your garden and never appear again." Mrs. Maxim said coldly, looking at the person in front of her, with a hint of resentment in her tone, "The great goddess of fantasy, Elian, is there any reason to do it?"

"You are still angry with me." Elian said with a smile, not caring about the bad intentions in Maxim's tone. "The reason I came is, on the one hand, for your goddaughter, and on the other hand, for her bad-tempered black dragon."

"Hmph, just like you ever wanted to do to Vian?" Mrs. Maxim said coldly, "Don't make a fucking idea. Her life belongs to her, not to you!" After a pause, she glanced at Elian and said, "What's more, even if I can't stop you, you can't deal with the black dragon."

Elian smiled and shook his head gently. His ice-blue pupils seemed as clear as ice crystals. "You always don't understand that this is the arrangement of fate. Everything in the world is connected by the spinning of this fate. No one can escape or disobey."

She said to herself, her voice getting lighter and lighter, and finally she seemed to murmur, and her body gradually faded, turning into sliver of ice-blue flames, drifting without a trace.

Watching Elian disappear, Madam Maxim's fingers holding the wand tightened and slowly relaxed. She sighed softly, sat back into the chair, and looked to a photo frame on the desk. The photo shows a girl with long silver hair and blue eyes, her beautiful smile and hibiscus, and was astonishingly similar to Elian who had just disappeared.

"Viane, I will take good care of your granddaughter." Mrs. Maxim whispered, her eyes showing a hard, hard as rocks. "I will!"
Chapter completed!