Section 1

The old house on Oak Road, lush mountain vines climbed the exterior walls, covering the old red brick walls tightly. The windows facing the street looked dilapidated, and people hurriedly walked through the streets, but never looked at them.

On the other side of the window is the study of the old house. Sauron sat in front of the table and wrote a letter quietly. In one corner of the table, a small crystal ball was suspended in the air, burning a cluster of ice-blue flames, emitting soft blue light. The room was very quiet, and the slight hissing sound of the burning candles and the sound of the quill strokes across the parchment paper were clearly heard.

"—In a few days, I will go to France to see you, I hope you have a happy life.——Soren, who misses you." The letter was not long. After writing the last sentence, Saoren waved his wand, folded the letter paper and inserted it into the envelope. Forbertell flew over from somewhere, grabbed the envelope, and suddenly turned into a ball of black fire, disappearing into the fireplace.

Soren put the pen back into the bottle, reached out and held the crystal ball at the corner of the table in his hand, staring at the clear blue flame. After a long time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the elf-like girl blooming her proud and beautiful smile at him.

"Drip." The cold touch interrupted Soren's thoughts, but found that a tear fell on his hands at some point. Soren slowly touched the corner of his eyes and laughed at himself. Is this considered weak? Maybe, at least, I know that there is still a soft corner in his heart, leaving it to the people he cherishes.

"I will protect what I love-" Sauron closed his eyes, "Even if I fall into the abyss-" his eyes opened again, and with tenderness, leaving only his usual indifference. After glanced at the study, Sauron turned into a ball of black fire and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, Sauron stood in the dense forest, with inexplicable rustling sounds and whirlwinds of insects, accompanied by the night wind, and various small animals appeared in the night.

Sauron raised his head, slowly spread his arms, motionless, as if listening to the world of the night. Black flames ignited from under his feet and surged all over his body. Like a robe of flames, the world around him suddenly became quiet, almost suppressed and deadly, as if all life was silent.

Soren opened his eyes, and the last trace of human emotions gradually faded from his golden standing pupils. He slowly floated into the air, his body tensed and bent forward, as if he was suffering tremendous pain. The next moment, he suddenly stood up, and a huge bone wing that was extremely disproportionate to his body broke out from his back. Thick black flames attached to the bone wings, and leaped with the wings slowly flapping.

The bone wings grew longer and longer, and Sauron's face gradually became scary, and then his skin began to wither slowly, just like a dying old man. However, there was no fluctuation in Sauron's eyes. He opened his mouth and silently recited an unknown spell-

Clusters of halos emitting green and red, slowly floated from all directions and finally merged into Sauron's body. Sauron's skin was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood was reappearing on his face. The halo was still constantly blending into Sauron's body, and strands of blood meandered up along the bone wings of his back, turning into flesh and blood.

Gradually, the halos flying around became sparse and eventually stopped appearing. The flesh and blood on the wings behind Sauron also stopped growing. Sauron turned his head and looked at the wings that were still mostly exposed with hideous bones, frowned.

"Isn't it enough?" Sauron glanced around. The moonlight that was originally blocked by the canopy can now shine through the ground. Under the pale moonlight, the lush trees have turned into rotten dead branches, and the corpses of insects, birds and small animals are scattered on the withered woodland.

The wings behind Sauron flapped a few times and turned into fire and disappeared, as if they had never appeared before. He looked at the moon emitting cold silver light, but felt a little dazzling. He sighed softly, Sauron suddenly disappeared and left this dead place.

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Section 2

In the villa of Ibikos, Isabella and Ibikos stood in a spacious basement, just like the secret room in the old Oak Road house. The walls of the basement were covered with magic patterns to block away magic fluctuations.

Ibikos looked at Isabella with a faint expression, with a complicated expression. After a long time, he asked seriously: "You are sure to do this, and this may kill you."

Isabella was silent for a while and nodded resolutely, "If Your Highness can do it, then I at least have the courage to try."

Ibikos was a little surprised, but he didn't reveal it, "So, let's start."

Isabella nodded, pulled out her wand, and pointed to a bottle on the table, which contained only ordinary water. With a wave of her wand, the water in the bottle floated up and condensed steadily in the air.

Ibikos also pulled out his wand and turned it toward Isabella, saying, "Heart and bone."

In an instant, Isabella's face turned scary and pale. The indescribable terrible pain penetrated her whole body and pierced her soul. She instinctively wanted to scream, but she gritted her teeth and stopped. The ripples of water that originally floated steadily in the air were rippling, but after just holding on, it disintegrated and scattered all over the ground.

Ibikos stopped the spell the moment the water collapsed and spread. But Sarbela couldn't help but slump on the ground, unable to help but convulse and sobbed.

Ibikos sighed, helped Isabella to the chair, and handed her a cup of hot milk. Isabella took the cup with her slightly trembling hands, took a sip, and the warm milk slid across her throat and into her stomach, making her feel much better, as if her body, which was exhausted from all her strength, was gradually recovering.

Neither of them spoke, and silence spread in the basement for a long time. Finally, Isabella whispered: "It was just the beginning that I couldn't bear it... It's hard to imagine how Your Highness did it."

"I'm afraid no one can do it except Your Highness." Ibikos sighed, "Even the mysterious man can't do it."

Isabella raised her head and looked at Ibikos with a complicated look. She wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"Do you know the difference between us and His Highness, Isabella." Ibikos said leisurely, "Your Highness is more cruel than us. This cruelty is not only for others, but also for yourself."

Isabella didn't say anything, just drank milk. Finally, she put the empty cup aside, stood up silently, and said, "Come again."

Ibikos was about to refuse, but the basement entrance was knocked. Ibikos opened the door and a house elf stood respectfully at the door.

"Your letter, Master Ibikos." The elf held an envelope in his hand.

Ibikos took the letter, and the elf disappeared with a sound of slap. There was no address in his heart, only a name was written. Ibikos walked back to the basement, did not avoid Isabella, and directly opened the letter and read it. After reading it, he lit up his wand, and the letter paper burned and turned into ashes.

"The letter from the Ministry of Magic is about Azkaban." Ibikos said.

"Is this something to do with me?" Isabella seemed very calm.

"It has something to do with Your Highness." Ibikos looked at Isabella, "Your Highness plans to go to Azkaban."

Isabella gasped, "Where do what?"

"Go and save people, or-" he paused, "-Go and kill people."

Isabella was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she thought of, and a cold hatred appeared in her eyes. Ibikos looked at her and sighed.

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Section 3

The Weasley family was lucky enough to win the big prize in the "Prophet Daily". The total prize of 700 Gallons is a lot of money for the Weasley family, which has always been poor. Mr. Weasley decided to spend a large part of it on a trip to Egypt.

In a bar in a wizard hotel in Cairo, few wizards sat at their tables in groups, drinking and chatting. Several boys from Weasley's family were gathering together, playing wizard cards and talking about their experiences during the day. Pasey was an exception. He returned to his room early. He had just become the president of the male student union and thought he should seize every time to learn how to become an excellent leader, rather than spending his time talking to a few unconvenient brothers. Mr. Weasley chatted with the owner of the tavern at the bar, while Ginny went back to the room to rest with Mrs. Weasley. A hundred days of running around made the little girl with fiery red hair exhausted.

"You know, there are not many Slytherin students who are not afraid of him." Ron took a sip of butterbeer and continued, "Even Malfoy is afraid of him."

"Well." Bill muttered as he drank. He was the eldest son of the Weasley family and worked in Gringot. Bill didn't like butterbeer, but Mrs. Weasley forbid him from drinking gin. "I want me to say that Harry's brother will definitely be a big man in the future, either respectful or fearful."

"Or there are." The Weasley twins spoke in unison, and they paused, "Strong and wise—" "Cold and tough—" "Compared to him" Fred and George sang together, "—Ronnie Jr. is like an idiot!"

"Do you guys die." Ron waved his fists in protest. He was considering whether to throw the cards in his hand on the twins' faces when Mrs. Weasley came.

"I hope you didn't drink the strong wine secretly." She walked over and checked the table. "Go to bed early, boys, you have to get up early tomorrow. There are several pyramids that can only be seen before the sun rises."

The brothers were clamoring to pack up the cards, and an owl flew in, causing several wizards to complain.

"A letter to me." Charlie muttered and opened the letter and read it.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Weasley also came over. Maybe he was drinking a little too much, his big face looked very red, and his walking was a little unsteady.

"It's about the research camp." Charlie frowned and looked very unhappy. "In the camp in Romania, the staff found that someone was hunting dragons privately, and two were missing. They hoped that I could rush back as soon as possible. It seems that my vacation trip has ended here."
Chapter completed!