Section 1

In front of Sauron and Furong's tent, on the crackling fire, golden red flames obediently licked the bottom of the charred pot, making the water inside gurgle. The two leaned together, sat on a thick dead tree, holding a teacup in their hands, discussing the game just now.

"Krum shouldn't have caught the golden thief so early." The girl said with some regret, "He should have waited for the opportunity."

"Because he knew they couldn't win." Sauron smacked his lips and said, "He knew very well that the score difference would get bigger and bigger. All he could do was to fight for a decent failure."

"You are always so disappointed." The girl frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly. She rubbed Sauron's face with her hands. "You can't smile, your expression looks like my father."

"Okay okay, stop making trouble." Sauron smiled bitterly, grabbed the girl's hand, and kissed her gently, "Where did the gentle and beautiful lady in my memory go?"

The girl snorted, with a smug smile on her face, grabbed Sauron's arm and leaned her head against his shoulder.

There were rough singing in the night sky. The little devils flew over their heads from time to time, waving the lanterns in their hands, laughing, and there was noisy everywhere. The cheers of the Irish people celebrating victory came one after another. Until midnight, the singing and strange collisions from the other side of the camp still echoed in the night sky for a long time.

"It's time to rest, my dear," Sauron said, using magic to gather the bonfire into a small pile. "You're exhausted, learn to have a good sleep."

"But I don't feel sleepy," said the girl, looking very excited. "It's rare to have such an opportunity. How about we go there to attend the Irish celebrations."

"But aren't you supporting the Bulgarian team?" Soren raised his eyebrows lightly. "And, seeing a group of drunken people is really uninteresting."

The girl wanted to say something, but Sauron held her in his arms, kissed her gently on the forehead, and whispered: "Obe obedient, my dear, you need a night's sleep."

In an instant, a feeling of fatigue came, making the girl squint her eyes, and then she leaned softly into Soren's arms and fell asleep. Soren walked into the tent with the girl in her arms, placed her on the bed, and carefully covered her with a quilt. He looked down at the girl's soft face, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He bent down, kissed the girl's lips gently, and turned around and left the tent.

The noise in the camp showed no sign of weakening, and people were venting their energy and enthusiasm. Soren stood on a small open space in front of the tent, the fire at his feet was almost extinguished, the residue after the fire burned was shriveled and twisted, and it was light and dark among the embers, struggling in despair and unwillingness. He closed his eyes and listened, as if waiting for something to hear from the noise around him - like the night wind rushing by, the sound of wings passing by the air came from the darkness, and the next moment, the black phoenix transformed out of the night and fell silently on his shoulders.

"Finally found them." Sauron said to himself. He opened his eyes, and the night was reflected in his narrow pupils, with a dark golden cold light. Sauron took a deep breath, and a cold smile came from the corner of his mouth. He could smell the restlessness and anxiety hidden in the night - that was, the smell of blood.

Sauron held the black phoenix in front of him with both hands, pressing his forehead and the phoenix together. The black aura emanated from him, and the tide poured into the phoenix's body like a tide. After a moment, Sauron raised his head, and the golden color in his pupils became much dimmed.

"Go, my old friend, let's have some fun." Sauron said in a deep voice.

Fubertel rubbed Soren's face intimately with his head. It swayed its wings and flew up. Black flames surrounded it, making its long tail, which was originally like a tassel, look more gorgeous and weird. It flew into the night sky with a long sound, blending into the darkness.

"Batty Crouch." Sauron hissed, his voice filled with unhidden malice. "I hope you like the gift I gave you."

Section 2

Harry was lying on the bed, staring at the canvas ceiling in the tent, watching occasionally a little devil flying over it with a lantern, passing by a flash. He unconsciously recalled the wonderful state in his mind - to see everything, to know that it is not seeing, hearing, but sensing, and to touch the origin of the world with his own heart. As Sauron said, it is like the world seen by God, looking down at the world seen in the sky, although he is not sure whether there is really God in this world. At this moment, he understood why Sauron's eyes are always full of coldness and indifference - it is not about hatred or sadness, but from the reality he sees, the cold and unconcealed reality.

Then what about him, would it be like this? Harry didn't know, although he felt a voice in his heart, saying the fact that he didn't want to admit over and over again. Harry couldn't help feeling a choking feeling mixed with boredom, so he closed his eyes, lay on the bed and thought randomly, hoping to fall into a dream without realizing it.

I don't know how long it took, and whether I was asleep - Harry suddenly opened his eyes - he heard Mr. Weasley shouting loudly.

"Arise! Ron-Harry-Hurry, get up, there is an emergency!"

Harry sat up suddenly and hit his head against the canvas.

"What-what?" he asked.

Vaguely, he felt something was wrong. The sound in the camp changed. The singing stopped. He heard screams and the sound of people running in a panic. He slid down from the double bed and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley said, "It's too late, Harry - grab a coat and go out, hurry up!" Mr. Weasley himself put his jeans directly on his pajamas.

A group of people rushed out of the tent in panic. With the light of several fires still burning, Harry saw people running towards the woods, as if they were escaping from something moving towards them in the camp. The thing flashed strangely and made a sound like a gun. The loud laughter, the crazy laughter, and the drunken shouting all moved towards them. Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around.

Harry couldn't help frowning, and for a moment he felt a familiar disgust, subconsciously, he concentrated and once again into that magical state-the world became clear and quiet again, not far from them, a group of wizards squeezed tightly into a ball, each pointing the wand in his hand upwards, pushing forward together, slowly moving on the field. Their heads were hooded and their faces were covered. Above their heads, four struggling figures were floating in the air, one of them was the camp administrator, Mr. Roberts, while the others were supposed to be his wife and two children. They were twisted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were the puppets manipulators, and the few above them were marionettes, controlled by the invisible ropes that emerged from the wand into the air.

But what surprised Harry the most was something else - those strange birds Harry had seen before, like crows, with an evil and weird yellow one-eyed eye flying around the wizards, occasionally falling on them, and strands of black mist surrounded these people, rolling and transforming into twisted faces.

Black monster birds continued to transform from the black mist and flew to all directions. At the same time, more wizards joined the forward team, making sharp and crazy laughter, pointing to the floating bodies on them. As the parade continued to grow, these wizards seemed to be no longer satisfied with just playing with the few people in the air. Many people raised their wands and fired spells around, igniting everything they saw on the roadside.

Hermione and Ginny hurried to them, putting their coats outside their pajamas, and Mr. Weasley followed them. Just then, Bill, Charlie and Percy also came out of the boys' tent. They were well-dressed, their sleeves rolled up high, and their wands were held in their hands.

"We want to help maintain order in the ministry!" Mr. Weasley's voice overshadowed the noise, and rolled up his sleeves, "You guys - hurry up and go into the woods, walk together, don't disperse. I'll go to you when things are resolved!"

Bill, Charlie and Percy were already running towards the oncoming parade, and Mr. Weasley hurriedly chased after him. The staff in the department rushed from all directions to the site of the accident. The group of people under the Roberts family got closer and closer.

"Go quickly." Fred said, grabbing Ginny's hand and dragging her into the woods. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed behind them. When they entered the woods, they turned their heads and looked behind them. The team below the Roberts family was larger than before. They met the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. The two sides were in a stalemate. The parade was no longer moving forward, but the people of the Ministry of Magic had no choice. They dared not take action, for fear of hurting the Roberts family in the air.

Something seemed to fly through the air in the darkness, with a cold breath. The next moment, Harry saw a scene that made him terrified. Above the parade, black mist began to gather, turning into a huge and twisted face, making a silent howl. The despair and pain made Harry frown. Then, as if he was stimulated, the wizards in the parade became restless. They took out their wands, and some began to fire spells at the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, which immediately caused violent chaos; while others did something even more terrible - they pointed their wands at the Roberts family in the air, and dark red spells were fired, carrying powerful magic waves. The next moment, the four people hanging in the air were ignited.

"Oh, my god!" Hermione shouted in horror. Not only her, but others around her who saw this scene were also screaming.

The Roberts family struggled violently in the air, and the flames bit the four figures, which were particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Through that state, even though it was so far away, Harry could still clearly see every detail of this cruel scene - he could see their bodies destroyed in the flames, he could hear their heart-wrenching wailing, he could even feel their pain, and the suffocating despair when facing death.

Harry felt his chest filled with something—it felt like he was no stranger to him, when he first faced Voldemort, when he could only watch the worm tail escape, when he watched Sirius surrounded by dementors but could not do anything.

He couldn't help but think of the nightmare that had been entangled with him - the black dragon, the surging flames, and the friends who were wailing in the flames. All of them gradually coincided with what he saw in front of him. An inexplicable force surged out from the depths of Harry's soul and poured into his whole body. The next moment, he disappeared in place instantly.

In front of the team, fierce and chaotic battles were going on. Flying spells shattered everything around them, and the overflowing magic waves turned the originally dense grass into ashes. Compared with the wizards in the team, the wizards on the Ministry of Magic seemed much more organized. After all, most of the professional combat wizards standing on the front line of the battle were professional combat wizards from the law enforcement department. From time to time, people in the team were hit and collapsed to the ground. According to the current trend, the Ministry of Magic could quickly suppress them completely.

"Are these people crazy? What are they doing?" Mr. Weasley shouted, waving his wand and casting a guardian spell to protect his people from the flanks. "Do they just want to fight with us like this?"

"Who knows, maybe they're really crazy," said Amos Diggory, waving his wand and shooting a bright red spell at the opposite side: "Damn it!"

The spell shot straight towards the target, but it was useless - a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of the team, and the whole person was hidden deep in a black robe. When Mr. Diggory and all other spells shot to him, they were all destroyed by the black mist surrounding him. For a moment, the scene calmed down instantly, leaving only the four figures still floating in the air, dry and twisted, like dead branches among embers, making a snaking sound.

As if a low sneer was made, the man raised his head, and in his hood, a pair of dark golden eyes stared coldly at the crowd in front of him.

"Is this the only skill?" the man said disdainfully, but his gloomy voice was filled with some ethereality. "It's been fourteen years, and you don't seem to have made any progress."

"Who are you! What do you want to do?" Barty Crouch stood opposite the man and stared at him angrily, the short and moustache trembled with extreme anger. "Look at what you did, you lunatics."

"Oh, isn't this obvious?" A cold and emotional voice came from under the hood. "We're just having fun."

"You dark wizards who are killed these days!" Crouch said furiously, with fire almost spurting out of his eyes. "I swear, none of you can escape. You must pay for what you do today!"

"Tsk tsk, you couldn't deal with it fourteen years ago, but you still couldn't deal with it now." The man said, with a strong malice in his tone, "Oh, by the way. Where is your lovely son, Voldemort is very grateful for his loyalty."

Crouch was silent for a moment. He stared at the person in front of him, his eyes stormed. The next moment, he suddenly raised his wand and shouted: "The flames burst!"

A powerful magic power surged on Crouch and was released under the guidance of the magic wand. The next moment, a surging golden flame gushed out from the mysterious man's feet, swallowing his figure. The flame was so fierce that even though it was so far away, many wizards in the Ministry of Magic felt unbearable heat.

But the next moment, it was like a bone-broken cold wind blew, and the golden flames swelled violently, and then disappeared in the strong wind. The mysterious man was suspended in the air, unscathed, but his image changed drastically - a pair of long black wings stretched behind him, and the surrounding black mist made them look between reality and reality. In his right hand, a long and hideous black sickle was holding, and the cold blade shone with a cold light in the night.

Suddenly, the wizards who had made trouble before collapsed to the ground and struggled in pain. Their masks were torn off. They could see that their faces became ferocious and terrifying. The dark red blood kept oozing out of their seven orifices with wisps of black mist, and then turned into black strange birds, hovering around everyone.

Soon, the people on the ground were gone, and the strange black birds around them were as numerous as a thick cloud, surrounding them, surrounded by people who were alert or frightened. Not far away, the charred corpses of the Roberts family fell to the ground, falling into pieces, and their charred and empty eye sockets were silently watching all this.

"Huh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha..." The man raised his head and laughed. For a moment, everyone present felt a sense of coldness. The next moment, the man suddenly put his sickle across, grabbed the long handle with both hands, and raised it high above his head.

The magic power that was as far as the sea was released from the man. In an instant, the earth roared and the wind roared. The strange bird suddenly turned into black mist, rushing from all directions like a tide, forming a huge and gloomy whirlwind, wrapping everyone in it.

"Die." The man's cold voice came from all directions without any emotion, "Your souls will belong to me."

No one refuted, everyone held their wands tightly and supported them with the guardian spell. The black storm had terrible power. In places without magic protection, everything began to decay and decay, and in a flash it turned into dust. The black storm roared, without any sign of weakening, and coldness and despair had seized everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from a very distant place, but it was extremely clear: "Holy Lord!"

A dazzling white light illuminated the entire sky, and at the same time, the warmth and strength returned to everyone again. The light was so dazzling that everyone could only barely see clearly - it was a huge white reindeer, with blazing white flames burning all over his body, and the high antlers above his head were like a crown, cutting through the dark night.

The black storm disintegrated the moment it touched the white deer, turning into ferocious faces and fleeing, but it quickly burned out in vain in the white flames. The white reindeer did not stop and rushed straight towards the mysterious man after defeating the black storm.

Facing the white deer, the man in black showed his vigilance for the first time. He raised his sickle high, and the black mist gathered again. It was no longer illusory, but formed a layer of extreme darkness on the blade, as if it was leading directly to the endless abyss.

The next moment, the sickle suddenly swung down and collided with the bright antlers of the white deer. In an instant, the world seemed to be divided into two parts - the ultimate light and the ultimate darkness, which opposed each other, but set the other side more purely.

Everything was in a strange silence, as if a century had passed, but in fact it only happened in a blink of an eye. The surging magic waves dissipated. In a blazing white light, the wizards of the Ministry of Magic jointly cast a guardian spell to resist the strong winds driven by the explosion of magic power.

Standing in the white light that the Ministry of Magic wizards could not see through, Harry stared at his opponent. When the surging magic power dispelled the darkness in front of the man, he saw the face hidden deep under the hood, but what he saw in front of him completely stunned him - it was a familiar face, a face he had seen countless times in his dreams, and a face that had made him wander alone in front of the Eris mirror, leaving tears.

Long red hair, beautiful and familiar face - the face under the hood, it is Harry's mother, Lily Evans.

However, in those still beautiful almond-shaped eyes, there was no familiar tenderness as Harry had - there was only a pair of golden standing pupils, cold and sharp, like a blade, slashing across the void and looking at Harry.

"Who are you?" Harry murmured to himself, as if he had forgotten everything.

I don't know how long it took, but when the magic fluctuations gradually subsided, the people of the Ministry of Magic only saw a deserted sand land - within a few hundred feet, nothing was left, and only the yellow sand that had been worn out by the years remained. Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke for a moment. Everything that happened tonight was unacceptable. Although it had only been less than two quarters of an hour, it felt like a century.

Behind the forest in the distance, Harry quietly looked at the place where the man in black disappeared, but his mood was complicated and unable to calm down. Before the man in black disappeared, a voice that should have been familiar but so strange sounded in his mind-

"My name is Lilith."

PS: I thought for a long time before the doctor finally finalized this chapter. It may be offensive, but I still have to stick to it!
Chapter completed!