Section 1

Following the marble staircase, Sauron walked alone to the third floor. The students all had lunch in the auditorium lobby. There was no one in the corridor, and there was only a statue of a stone monster standing alone in the middle of the corridor.

Sauron walked over and pressed his hand on the statue. A low sound of stones rubbing against each other came. A hidden stair entrance was revealed on the wall behind the statue. Sauron walked straight up the stairs and knocked on the thick wooden door at the end of the stairs.

"Please come in." A low voice came from behind the door, and then the door automatically opened, revealing a beautiful circular office. Dumbledore was sitting in a chair behind a wide wooden table. Phoenix Fox landed on the backrest of the chair, and his long golden tail hung to Dumbledore's shoulders. He stared at him vigilantly as soon as Sauron entered the room.

Dumbledore reached out to make a call, and a chair fell lightly from the wall to the desk, while a tea cup appeared on the table, and the black tea inside was steaming.

Sauron took the chair, took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Dumbledore, then picked up the tea and drank it slowly.

Dumbledore looked at the letter silently, until the teacup in Sauron saw the bottom, he raised his head, and behind the half-moon glasses, the deep and deep ice-blue eyes stared at Sauron calmly.

"So, are they going to put pressure on the British Ministry of Magic in the Joint Ministers?" Dumbledore said slowly, putting the letter on the table, his slender fingers hitting the table through the thin letter paper, making a soft sound, "Is this the Ministry of Magic meant, or yours?"

"It's both." Sauron held the teacup in his hand and said while fiddling with it. "The Americans planned this incident, and the Germans and Italians also had a share. As for the people who died in the World Cup, they were just a group of cannon fodder driven by people. Now international public opinion is very unfavorable to us. Half of the members of the board of directors are accusing the British Ministry of Magic, claiming that the Ministry of Magic's persecution of domestic democrats ultimately led to the terrorist attacks in the World Cup."

"So the people from the Ministry of Magic have come to you and hope you can get your help?"

"To be precise, the Ministry of Magic hopes to get help from both of us. Forge has sent you a dozen owls in the past few days, but none of them received a response, so he asked me to come to you in person." Soren put down his cup and leaned on the chair. "The meeting involved huge benefits, which made Forge's group of people anxious like ants on a hot pan. They promised that as long as we were willing to help, the rewards they received would definitely be heart-warming."

"Oh, it sounds good. So what do they want us to do?" Dumbledore looked at Sauron, calmly without any emotion, "Assassinating hostile politicians, or massacre innocent civilians?"

Sauron narrowed his eyes, and a sense of anger appeared in his dark golden pupils, but soon, his expression calmed down and he turned to a cold smile.

"We are not that noble, sir. The demigods can have such a transcendent position today, relying on unparalleled power, not morally noble." Sauron and Dumbledore looked at each other. "We are all very clear that the politicians in the Wizards' Council have become obsessed with the fact that they want to seize more power from us, and this joint meeting of ministers is their temptation - if they find that they can defeat Britain under the eyes of both of us, then they will directly hit us next time."

Speaking of this, Sauron's face turned gloomy, and he said word by word: "They are challenging us and want to drive us off the altar."

"We should never stand on the altar." Dumbledore said seriously, "It is your duty to maintain order in this world, not to trample on it. The power of the demigod is not the reason why we overpower all living beings."

"Stop deceiving yourself, Dumbledore, you can't convince yourself of your words. Oppression and exploitation will never disappear from this world. This is the instinct that flows in human blood and an inescapable fate." Sauron sneered. He stood up, pressed his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly forward, looking like a poisonous snake about to attack. "Faced with reality, we are all animals, and the prevalence of the weak is the eternal rule of this cruel world. As for the so-called love and justice, it cannot make us live longer."

"But that can make us live more dignified!"

Dumbledore also stood up, his golden pupils in his eyes were like burning blades, looking down at Sauron, "Think about your parents, think about what their sacrifice was for?"

Sauron didn't speak, and in the depressing silence, the two of them stared firmly at each other with golden pupils, Fox lay on the back of the chair, staring at the two uneasy.

After a long time, Sauron shook his head gently, "But they were dead, their bodies decayed in the coffin, leaving their helpless young sons growing up in loneliness and hatred."

After Sauron finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door. Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak.

Sauron walked to the door and stopped.

"Do you want to share my experiences in life over the years?" He turned around slightly and said calmly: "If you don't care for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth! Perhaps order is faith for you, but for me, it is just a tool to seize power."

Sauron pushed the door open and the wooden door closed and made a dull sound. Dumbledore looked at his left back and sighed deeply, with a complicated expression...

Section 2

Professor Trelawney lives on the top of the North Tower, which is also a classroom for divination classes. In late summer and early autumn afternoons, students sit in tightly drawn classrooms with curtains. The hazy lights and sweet scents from the fire make people sleepy. Harry and Ron sit at a small round table, surrounded by messy printed seats and futons.

"Hello." Professor Trelawney's vague and ethereal voice suddenly came from behind Harry, which scared him.

Professor Trelawney was a very thin woman wearing a pair of huge glasses, making her eyes scary on her thin face. At this moment, she was staring at Harry with a tragic expression on her face - this expression she always saw Harry. The strings of rosary, necklace, and bracelets on her body shone under the fire as usual.

"You have something to worry about, my dear," she said to Harry sadly, "My heart gaze travels through your brave face and sees your irritable soul. I regret to tell you that your worries are not unfounded. I see the days ahead of you full of hardships...very difficult... I worry that what you are afraid of will really come... maybe faster than you think..."

Her voice gradually lowered and finally became whispering. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, and Harry looked at him expressionlessly. Professor Trelawney flew past them lightly, sitting in a large winged backrest armchair in front of the fire, facing the whole class. Ravend Brown and Parvati Pettier admired Professor Trelawney in particular, and sat on a futon that was very close to her.

Professor Trelawney was chanting about fortune telling over and over again, but Harry's thoughts floated elsewhere. He stared at the crystal ball in front of him boredly, but he couldn't help but remember what she said to him just now: "I'm worried that what you're afraid of will really come..."

Is he really afraid of something, or is there, at the end of last semester, in this room, Professor Trelawney predicted that Voldemort would make a comeback and that a more cruel catastrophe than ever was about to come... When Harry described the scene to Dumbledore, even Dumbledore himself said that he believed that Professor Trelawney's hypnosis was not pretending...

Yes, it is indeed worrying, and in a daze, Harry seemed to see the terrible night fourteen years ago in the crystal ball - Voldemort killed his parents, but unexpectedly lost his hand on him, and his body and strength were destroyed. Now he is about to make a comeback, and he has no reason to retreat whether it is out of justice and conscience, or just for revenge. Now, he is no longer the weak and helpless child in the past, but a wizard, who wants to fight with his own strength and protect innocent people.

"But, is Voldemort really the only one I have to face? If someone else standing in front of me, can I still be so firm?"

This inadvertent thought made Harry feel a little uneasy. He shook his head and heard Professor Trelawney's erratic voice coming from a very distant place, wrapped with the warm wind, making him feel a deeper sleepy. His eyes were out of focus at the crystal ball, and the fire was refracted into the crystal ball, floating in, and various seemingly sensible lights and shadows overlapped with the images in Harry's mind - the black dragon, the mysterious Lilith, and those who died helplessly in nightmares or memories, wandering in front of Harry's eyes like a lantern.

"What are you afraid of?" A voice rang in Harry's mind, strange but familiar, with an unpleasant but unrefutable contempt, "You know the answer, you just don't dare to face it."

The chaotic light and shadows in front of him disappeared, and they melted together, turning into a golden eye, embedded in the burning black fire, staring quietly at Harry.

"Are you really ready?"

The cold voice seemed to come from all directions, making Harry feel like he was in the cold stagnant water. He couldn't help but shivered, raised his head suddenly, looked around, and found that the whole class was staring at him. This was really embarrassing. Harry quickly sat up straight. It was obvious that because the room was too hot and his mind was random, he almost fell asleep just now.

"Dear, I just said that when you were born, you were obviously affected by the ominous influence of Saturn." Professor Trelawney said, with a slight dissatisfaction in his tone, because Harry obviously did not concentrate on listening to her lectures.

"Sorry, what are you receiving-?" Harry asked.

"Saturn, dear, Saturn!" Professor Trelawney said, seeing Harry remained indifferent to the news, she was obviously angry in her tone, "I just said that at the moment you were born, Saturn must have dominated the sky... Your dark hair... Your thin body... And you lost your parents when you were in your infancy... I can assert, my dear, you were born in winter?"

"No," said Harry, "my birthday is in July."

Ron couldn't help laughing, but quickly turned the laughter into a dry cough.

An hour later, Professor Trelawney ended the class with a lot of complicated homework. When Harry and Ron merged into the abortion downstairs and returned to the auditorium to have dinner, Ron said hatefully, "The annoying old bat, I'm going to catch it all weekend..."

"A lot of homework?" Hermione caught up with them from behind and asked happily, "Professor Victor didn't leave any homework!"

"Oh, Professor Victor is so good." Ron said in a heavy mood.

They headed all the way to the foyer on the first floor. When they passed by the eighth floor, he saw Soren and Isabella, who stood in front of the portrait of "Trolls Beat the Stupid Barnabas", and didn't know what they were saying.

Harry's mind moved slightly. He knew the hidden secret here - the House of Responsible Requests. He was here last year and learned the patron spell. Harry was not very curious about what Sauron was doing. He thought he was probably here to practice casting spells.

Harry turned around to look at Ron and Hermione, and realized that although they were just a moment of silence, they had been trapped in the hurrying crowd and walked downstairs. When Harry came to the foyer, there was already crowded with people waiting for dinner. Just as he had given up the idea of ​​finding them from the crowd, a noise came from the other side of the hall.

In the middle of the crowd, Draco Malfoy held a newspaper in his hand and looked at the angry Ron mockingly. Hermione was trying hard to pull him away from letting him pounce on Malfoy.

"Oh, by the way, little girl, you live with them this summer, right?" Draco said sarcastically, "Then please tell me if his mother is really that fat, or is the photos taken a little distorted?"

"What about your mother, Malfoy?" Hermione said and fired back sharply, while holding Ron's robe with Neville. "Look at the expression on her face, it's like there's feces under her nose! Is she always that expression? Or is it because she's with you?"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult my mother!"

"Then shut your fat mouth," Hermione said, turning around.

Although there were many people watching the fun, Harry still saw Draco's movements, which made his pupils shrink suddenly - Draco stared at Hermione's back fiercely, and pulled out his wand from his arms with his right hand.

Bang! Then several people screamed in vain - a bright red spell shot from Draco's staff toward the unprepared Hermione, but was stopped before hitting her - a white flame flashed away, Harry appeared behind Hermione, waved his hand to block Draco's spell, and was hit on the wall by the bounced spell, and a ball of debris was blown out.

Harry looked at Draco angrily, his wand was pinched in his hand. Just as he wanted to knock Draco's wand away, another spell flew over, hitting Draco, who was stunned, and a dazzling light burst out.

Harry turned around and saw Professor Moody limp down the marble stairs. He held a magic wand in his hand and pointed directly at the place where Draco was standing just now. The light dissipated and Draco disappeared, replaced by a snow-white ferret, trembling on the stone slab ground.

There was a terrible silence in the foyer. No one was moved except Moody. Moody turned to look at Harry - at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other eye penetrated into his head.

"Are you okay?" Moody looked at Hermione and said in a rough voice, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," Hermione said somewhat uneasy, "no hit."

"Yeah, that's good!" Moody nodded, then nodded to Harry: "This is a pretty hand, kid."

"Don't touch him!" Moody roared again, which made Harry a little puzzled, but soon he realized that Moody was talking about other people - Moody turned around and looked at Crab, who was about to pick up the ferret, but was so scared that he stayed in place and didn't dare to move. Moody's eye, which was spinning around, seemed to have magic power, and could see what was behind his head.

Moody began limping towards Crab, Gole and the ferret, who screamed in horror, dodged away, and ran towards the basement.

"I don't believe this evil!" Moody roared and pointed his wand at the ferret. The ferret suddenly rose to the air ten feet high, and fell to the ground with a bang, then suddenly rose up.

"I don't like the one who attacks others behind the scenes," Moody said in a rough voice. At this time, the ferrets jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. "This practice is the dirtiest, despicable, and the act of cowards..."

The ferret jumped into the air, and its four legs and tails were swaying in despair.

"Enough!" A cold voice suddenly sounded like a gust of cold wind swept across the hall. At the same time, the ferrets that were originally hanging in the air flew backwards.

The people present looked in the direction of the sound at the same time. Sauron appeared in the crowd at some point, looking at the crazy man with a gloomy face. Malfoy, who had turned into a ferret, was being held in his hand. The next moment, as if he was brushed by an invisible hand, the students retreated one after another, and most of the Slytherins stood behind Sauron consciously.

"I don't need you to discipline me, crazy-eyed man." Sauron said, but there was an unconcealed hideous meaning in his calm voice, "Don't stretch your hands too long."

"Is this a threat?" Moody said in a deep voice. He looked at Sauron without any retreat. On his tight face, scars looked as hard as a ravine on a stone.

"This is just a piece of advice," Sauron said with a sneer, "or do you want to bet on your own luck and see if you can escape from death again?"

The hall was covered with depression, and people looked at the two people in confrontation uneasy. For a while, it seemed that both of them would raise their wands at any time and shoot spells at each other.

"Put your wand, Alatus, and you, Sauron." An old and heavy voice came from the door of the hall, with reassuring power.

Hearing the words of the visitor, the two who were originally tense hesitated for a moment, and slowly withdrew their wands. At the entrance of the hall, Dumbledore stood there, looking at them with a cold expression.

Sauron snorted coldly, waved his hand to throw the ferret out. With a bang, the ferret turned back to Draco in the air, and bumped Crab and Gore who were about to catch him.

"Let's go." Sauron turned around and walked towards Slytherin's dining table. Isabella followed closely behind him. Draco and the other two looked at each other and followed him anxiously.

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Chapter completed!