Mr. Weasley shook his head silently, his face very complicated.

"The people from the Legal Enforcement Division and other security departments were present at the first time," he said. "After you left to evacuate the masses, we fought with the Death Eaters, some of them ran away when things were not good, while the rest continued to get entangled with us. In fact, we quickly gained an advantage until…"

"Until what?" Bill, Charlie and Percy asked in unison.

"A very powerful black wizard has come." Mr. Weasley hesitated for a long time and said slowly: "It's very powerful. He suppressed all the wizards in the Ministry of Magic alone."

The few people present took a breath, looking incredible.

"You mean, he defeated all the Ministry of Magic wizards present by himself?" Percy asked in surprise.

Mr. Weasley showed an ugly smile and nodded. He simply said what happened later, but deliberately skipped the danger. When he said that someone had cast a spell to clear the siege for them and defeated the powerful black wizard, his tone was filled with awe.

"That's an amazing spell." Mr. Weasley sighed, his eyes narrowed slightly, "The white light, which can dispel all darkness and evil, did not expect that I would see it again."

"You've seen that spell, dad, what kind of spell is that?" Fred asked.

"Saint." Mr. Weasley said word by word, looking at a corner of the table, he was slightly ecstatic, as if this had evoked some of his memories, "and the only person I know who can cast this spell is Dumbledore."

"You mean, is Professor Dumbledore who just helped you?" Ginny asked in a low voice.

"We didn't see clearly who was casting the spells. The sight of them was full of blazing white light. We could only see a rough look." Mr. Weasley shook his head and said, pausing for a moment, and then said, "But no matter who it is, at least he is on our side."

No one here said anything, digesting the information he had just heard, while Hermione frowned slightly and looked at Harry thoughtfully - he was leaning against the sofa, rubbing his eyebrows with his hands, his face full of fatigue.

"By the way, how are those Muggles?" Bill asked, "Are they okay?"

Mr. Weasley stopped, his expression became dark, and he shook his head and said, "We were unable to save them."

The few people were stunned. It seemed that it took a while to understand Mr. Weasley's words. The two girls covered their mouths and showed a terrified expression on their faces, "You mean, they..."

Mr. Weasley sighed and nodded.

"Are they crazy?" Bill said angrily, "we should catch them and throw them into Azkaban!"

"I'm afraid we won't have a chance to catch them." Mr. Weasley shook his head, his expression on his face was complicated, as if he had recalled the strange and terrifying scene. His voice suddenly became low, and he said word by word: "They are all dead, dead in the hands of the mysterious black wizard."

Silence enveloped everyone, and everyone except Harry showed horror and uneasiness on their faces. Ron wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Mr. Weasley.

"Okay, that's all the conversation," said Mr. Weasley seriously. "The rest is not something you should care about. Now everyone is going to rest. Let's hurry up and sleep for a few hours and leave here early tomorrow morning. For the next period of time, I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic will be busy."

Harry crawled back to his double-layered technique, his head buzzing. Now he was exhausted, but he felt extremely awake - awake and worried.

For a while, he had been troubled by that nightmare, and today, the appearance of the mysterious wizard with the same appearance as his mother has put a cloud on his already upset heart - she called herself Lilith, what kind of relationship she had with her mother and herself, and what her appearance meant, Harry had no idea about this.

He couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable anger, first Voldemort, then Sauron, and now another Lilith, he vaguely realized that there was some undetectable connection between them, like a big net of conspiracy woven to surround him, but he could not break free. Once again, he longed for power from the bottom of his heart, and it came more intensely than ever before.

Harry closed his eyes and saw the Roberts family burning in the air. They struggled and howled but to no avail, and could only die in pain in despair. They were innocent, did nothing wrong, but became victims of the disaster.

This is his first time witnessing death and killing with his own eyes—cruel and real.

Section 2

In the old house on Oak Road, the noon sun shines through the window, reflecting the rugged lines on the dark brown floor. Hibiscus sat by the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, and a trace of complex emotions appeared in its icy blue eyes.

This morning, when she woke up, she was surprised to find herself in the old Oak Road house. She learned from Sorenna that there had been a riot last night and dozens of people were killed, including the Muggle campkeeper's family.

Furong couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt when she learned about these things - fear, sadness, or something else. She recalled Soren's expression when she described the matter - calmness, indifference, as he was usual. Furong couldn't see what Sauron was deliberately avoiding or hiding, but her intuition told herself that the role Sauron played in this matter was not just a cold bystander, and then, Ibikos' visit deepened her guess.

At the same time, in the study on the back street of the old house, Soren and Ibikos were talking about something. On the small table beside them, a smoky mist floated out of the teapot, carrying the unique fragrance of black tea.

"The department is in chaos, and reporters from various media almost flattened the door of the Ministry of Magic, and the leaders of the departments are in a state of turmoil." Ibikos said with a wry smile, holding a stack of materials in his hand. "To be honest, you have caused a nuisance to the Ministry of Magic this time."

"Oh, is that?" Sauron didn't care and asked instead: "How is the investigation progressing?"

"In the past twelve hours, we compared ticket sales records, camp registration records and transmission key network usage records, and contacted all the wizards in the UK who came to watch the World Cup. No wizards were found dead in the practice last night." Ibikos shrugged and looked at Soren, "This is abnormal, unless the people who make trouble are foreigners, or they are not audiences of the World Cup, but go there after the World Cup."

"Well." Sauron raised his eyebrows and said playfully: "It seems that you are still very efficient."

"Merlin is on it, it almost killed us. All the people from the security department stayed up all night. Think about it, there are nearly four thousand people in the UK that need confirmation." Ibikos sighed, and the blackness under his eyes looked obvious. "Your magic swept away everything around us, leaving us with no scum. Without the body, we can't confirm our identity, let alone track down anything else."

"Get a cup of tea, it tastes great." Soren ignored Ibikos' complaints. He picked up the teapot and filled his and Ibikos' cups, and took a sip with pleasure. "Don't put on that bitter face. Come and meet a few people with me, which may be helpful to you."

Sauron stood up, and he walked to the bookshelf and recited a spell to a phoenix-like carving. The bookshelf slowly moved to both sides, revealing a deep tunnel.

"Come to me." Sauron said, and walked into the tunnel by himself. Ibikos was stunned for a while before suddenly reacting and followed him quickly.

Behind Ibikos, the bookshelf closed again and covered the exit. The tunnel was pitch black, and Ibikos had to light up his wand. Sauron walked slowly in front of him, as if the darkness had no trouble with him. The tunnel was deep, and the two of them walked down for about a few minutes before reaching the basement at the end.

As the two stepped into the basement, the torches on the wall automatically burned. This place was not small. The wall was engraved with mysterious and complex magic patterns, and a low light shining in the dark. At this time, Ibikos noticed that there were several figures in the corner on the other side, wrapped in something, hanging in the air.

Ibikos followed Sauron to the people and saw them clearly. The three men and one woman looked not old. They were very weak and hung their heads dying, but what scared Ibikos was the thing wrapped around them - the dark red vines hanging upside down from the roof of the room, tangling the three people tightly. As the three of them breathed faintly, the vines slowly squirmed like snakes.

"You have left a living," Ibikos said in surprise.

"It's not surprising," Sauron said, staring at the few people hanging in the air. "I can hold back at you during the battle, and naturally I can bring people out in chaos."

Ibikos nodded - in fact, before the riot broke out last night, Ibikos received Soren's message, so he was not as unprepared as others did; and in the subsequent battle, when Soren released the spell, Ibikos soon realized that the power of the spell was not as strong as that of others. With Soren's ability, since he could distract himself when manipulating the spell, it was not impossible to transfer a few people while everyone was busy resisting the spell.

"Have you interrogated them?" Ibikos asked, carefully approaching the bad guys, looking at them, while guarding against the weird vines, "They look terrible."

"Don't worry, they can't die." Sauron said lightly, and he snapped his fingers, and the random vines slowly stretched out, hanging the four people onto the ground.

"As for interrogation, I haven't taken time yet." Sauron said, then pulled out his wand and said softly: "Recover quickly."

"American?" Sauron raised his eyebrows, "It seems that their habit of liking out their hands can never be changed."

Ibikos didn't care about Sauron's words and continued to ask, "There are Death Eaters among you, so are you also followers of the mysterious people?"

"Uh, no, we are not." Another man spoke, and saw Soren's gaze turning to him, and said carefully: "We advocate the concepts advocated by the mysterious people back then. We... treat the mysterious people... as our spiritual mentors..."

Ibikos was stunned for a moment, "So, you pretend to be Death Eaters and make trouble in the World Cup, just to promote your ideas in front of the public and express your memorial to your spiritual mentor?" He shook his head and showed a helpless smile, "It's so cute."

"Okay, Ibikos," said Soren. "This is not a place to interrogate prisoners. We can't stay here all day. I'll modify their memories to let them forget my experiences and send them somewhere else, and you need to think of a good plan that allows you to find and arrest them reasonably."

Sauron walked around the four people and looked at the trembling people, "But, I think you may not be able to use so many people."

Hearing Sauron's words, the four of them shook even harder, and the vines on their bodies seemed to sense their fear and squirmed with excitement.

"Let me think about it..." Sauron said to himself, looking at the few people, and then his eyes were on the two men who had just spoken, "It's you two."

"No, please." The girl named Jennifer cried, she looked at Sauron begging, her fear made her face pale, and she could clearly see the tears that had crossed her cheeks, "Don't kill me, let me go, I don't know anything..."

"Oh, poor girl." Sauron said regretfully. He raised his right hand slightly, and the vine obediently rolled her up, facing Sauron with horrified face. Sauron reached out and gently stroked her face. It felt very cold, not because of fear or tears.

"You are very beautiful." Sauron said softly, "If I were the ones I used to be, I would have loved such a beautiful face."

He leaned over and kissed the girl's lips. The girl's eyes were panicked at first, but soon became blurred, as if she had lost her mind, responding fiercely to Sauron.

Ibikos stood aside and watched, but he remained silent despite his incomprehension. Soon, he understood what Sauron was doing - a trace of light blue mist emanated from the girl and gathered toward her head, and finally was sucked into Sauron's body along the lips that were kissing each other.

The kiss didn't last long. When Soren let go of Jennifer, Ibikos saw her head tilted softly, her beautiful face was wide open, but there was no trace of light inside - a fatal kiss that sucked her soul from her body. Ibikos couldn't help but feel a chill that made him creepy. He had only seen such a fatal kiss in one place, in Azkaban.

Soren took a deep breath, not knowing whether he was savoring the kiss just now or savoring the young soul, but all of this seemed particularly terrifying to the eyes of several others. Soren turned his head and looked at Ibikos, which made him tremble slightly.

"You go up first, I have to do some cleaning work," Sauron said, and I will come later.

Ibikos nodded and walked quickly to the door, but couldn't help but feel relieved. Sauron stood there, watching Ibikos walk into the passage, and behind him, a girl in red quietly appeared from the darkness.

"I don't think it's necessary." The girl said, her gentle and gentle voice sounded in this dark secret room, with a hint of sarcastic breath. "The five people knew much more than these four last night."

"Sherley, Shirley. You are loyal than him, but not as smart as him." Sauron said malignantly, rubbing his wand on his own, "Besides, since it is given to the Ministry of Magic as a witness, you have to ask someone to choose."

"You are always right." The girl nodded slightly and turned to look at the four people, "What should we do with these people?"

"You also heard it, modify the memories of these two people within twelve hours, and then send them to the agreed place. As for these two useless-" Sauron looked at the girl's body and the man whose mouth was sealed, "It's the same as those five last night."

A happy smile appeared on the girl's face, as if she had a child who had loved toys. She turned around and looked at her victim. Her blood-colored skirt dragged to the ground and turned into strands of vines, connecting with other vines. Shirley raised her right hand and grabbed it slightly, and the vines wrapped in prey grew wildly, tightly stalking the poor victims, penetrated their skin, and swallowed them through their flesh and blood.

However, these seemed to have nothing to do with Sauron. He left the secret room on his own. Behind him, the creeping sound of bones and flesh shattered mixed with faint and unrecognizable screams echoed in the dark.

Section 3

After saying goodbye to Ibikos at the door, Sauron turned around and saw Furong standing at the door of the living room, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong, my dear." Sauron walked forward and blocked the girl's waist, but she gently pushed it away.

"We have to talk, my dear." Furong whispered, looking at Sauron's eyes, the emerald green eyes clear and gentle.

Sauron was stunned for a moment, and nodded, and walked back to the back of the room with the girl's hand. The two pushed open the door at the end of the corridor. The afternoon sun shone through the dense branches of the old trees by the wall, casting mottled light and shadow in the garden. The two sat on the bench under the tree, but no one spoke for a moment. The unknown birds were chirping among the branches and leaves, adding a touch of vitality to this summer afternoon.

"What happened last night was about you, right?" Furong said softly, staring at the swaying light spots on the ground, and she was slightly ecstatic. "You knew this from the beginning. Ibikos came to you before the game started."

Sauron took a breath, but said nothing, and there was no emotion on his face calmly.

There was another unspeakable silence. After a while, the girl stood up and turned her back to Sauron, "I'm going back to France to prepare for the start of school. Thank you for accompanying me through this holiday." She paused for a moment, as if she took a deep breath, "I will participate in the Triple Championship, see you then."

After saying that, the girl walked straight to the door.

"No one was injured in Busbaton," Sauron said suddenly, still not getting up. "Your godmother and your classmates are safe."

The girl stopped and turned slightly, "Thank you."

Furong left the garden, leaving Sauron sitting alone on the bench, watching the direction she left quietly and tracing.
Chapter completed!