Section 1

In a dilapidated house, the fire in the fireplace emits a dim light, making the dirty room light and dark, and the firewood burns and makes crackling sounds, which makes it particularly clear in the quiet room.

There was an old gray sofa in front of the fireplace, and a short man stood beside him, looking timid. He was wearing a black cloak, and his head was mostly bald, making him look a little funny. Opposite him, there was an old man with a limp foot, and he looked at the person in front of him with a little nervousness, holding his hand holding a cane tightly.

"You heard everything, Muggle?" A cold voice came from the sofa, hoarse and low, making the old man tremble for a moment.

"What are you calling me?" the old man said tough, but the slight trembling voice in his words betrayed him.

"I call you Muggle," the voice said coldly, "that is, you are not a wizard."

"I don't know what you mean by wizards." said the old man, staring at the sofa in front of the fireplace, the flames pounding, and a dim light reflected in his eyes. "I only know that what I heard tonight was enough to arouse the interest of the police. You have killed people, and are still planning to kill more people!"

"Hmph..." The person on the sofa made a cold laugh, but he couldn't hear a smile. "It's really ironic. I didn't expect that one day, I would be threatened by someone, and the Dark King - he would be threatened by an old Muggle!"

"Master, please calm down, please calm down..." the short man said shivering, looking very scared.

"Angry, haha." The voice on the sofa became calm. "No, insect tail, I am not angry about it. Although I have lost my strength, I will not be so angry that I am angry because of the disrespect of an ant."

"You call me ant, right?" the old man said with some disdain, "Hmph, what about you, why doesn't the so-called Dark King turn his face to look at me like a man?"

"Funny, since you hope so, then I will satisfy your wish." With his words, the sofa slowly turned itself.

The old man's crutch fell to the ground and made a muffled sound. He saw what was sitting in the sofa. He wanted to scream and couldn't make a sound, so he shivered and retreated.

The scarlet straight pupil stared at the person in front of him, reflecting the old man's face that was twisted due to fear.

"Oh, God." The old man murmured, his legs were not flexible, and he fell to the ground in horror. He supported himself with his arms and shrank backwards.

A dazzling green light flashed by, and the old man lay down to the ground, the light in his eyes had long dissipated and became turbid.

"I'm not God." The scarlet eyes were filled with coldness and pride, "I'm Voldemort."

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Section 2

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, and the killing in the unknown room woke him from meditation. He glanced around and found that he was still in the magic circle planted in the forest. There was still darkness around him, but a faint blue light had appeared slightly in the horizon. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"What happened." A cold and low voice came, shocking Harry. He looked up and looked up. A black flame burning in the darkness opposite him, and a pair of golden knife eyes were staring at him, which made Harry realize that Sauron on the other side was talking.

"I just, well, saw Voldemort." Harry hesitated, trying to organize language to explain what was going on, "While I was meditating, I saw it, as if I was there, an old house, Voldemort and the bug tail, they killed an old man."

"Oh?" Sauron replied, "You mean you saw what you said during your meditation."

Harry nodded and asked Soren nervously: "What does this mean?"

“That means,” Sauron said, “we’re in a hurry.”

Harry pondered Sauron's meaning, taking it for granted that he was referring to Voldemort's return, and he hesitated for a moment, "I want to know, what makes Voldemort so powerful?"

"I'm happy that you can ask this question, Harry," said Sauron, pondering for a moment. "You start thinking about this question, which means you start slowly understanding the power of the higher level, but I want to know first, what you think."

"Greed and ambition." Harry hesitated, "maybe there are extraordinary talents and hard work."

Sauron didn't reply immediately, his golden eyes staring at Harry. After a while, he said quietly, "It's right part, but it's too shallow."

Sauron stood up, and the magic fluctuations around him suddenly became violent. He pointed at Harry with his wand, "Fight with me seriously, maybe this will help you find the answer."

Harry didn't quite understand Sauron's words, but he stood up and held the wand.

"Be careful, Harry, this time it's no joke." Sauron said coldly, and at the same time, the originally surging magic suddenly calmed down.

Harry narrowed his eyes and stared at Sauron tightly. After a month of cruel training, Harry vaguely felt that the power Sauron was going to use at this moment was much more terrifying than the ones shown in previous training.

The black flames burned, without overflowing magic or terrifying pressure, but they existed in this world as eternally as ever, as if dragging everything around them into endless darkness. Dimly, Harry felt pain, and a strong sense of unreality surrounded him, just as if he had been stripped from the world when he first faced Sauron's power.

Harry knew what he had to do, and he tried to calm his mind by meditation, which played a certain role. He raised his wand and shouted, "Destroy your weapon."

A bright red spell shot out from Harry's wand, not just an illusion or something else. Harry felt that the spell was stronger than he expected, but unfortunately, the spell disappeared without a trace just as it touched Sauron's black flame.

Harry was not surprised, but the feeling of pain became stronger. Harry realized that this might be some kind of magic attack, so he recited: "Armor protection."

A magic barrier appeared around Harry, but soon Harry realized that the Guardian spell had no effect, and he felt even more uncomfortable. It was this force that invaded his heart. Uncle, he felt angry, as if someone lit a fire in his heart, and this hatred became more and more fierce, making Harry almost crazy, and scenes churned in Harry's mind: facing Malfoy's ridicule; facing Voldemort in the basement; learning that it was Peter who betrayed his parents; seeing the worm tail run away and helpless; seeing the dementor surrounded himself, Hermione and Sirius, and he could do nothing. It seemed that countless voices whispered in Harry's ears, inspiring the deep hatred and desire for killing in his heart, which made Harry confused and painful.

"Ah...!" Harry shouted loudly, and at the same time, his magic began to become restless, and invisible power spread from him, causing the black flames around him to rush and rush. Harry felt that he was about to go crazy. He covered his head with all his might, trying his best to protect his last trace of reason. He encouraged to concentrate his spirit and resist the continuous invasion of his heart. faintly, he felt that some kind of power from the depths of his soul was awakening, as if it was a ray of light in the endless darkness. The power made him feel peace and courage, just like instinct. Harry raised his magic wand and "Call the gods to guard!"

A dazzling white light gushed out from the tip of Harry's wand, dispelling the darkness around him. A stag with white flames burning all over his body stood in front of Harry, majestic and majestic.

The white light shone on Sauron, making him feel a violent burning pain. The black flames around him suddenly became dense, protecting himself. The white flames and the black flames were antagonistic, as if they divided the entire world into two parts: light and darkness.

Harry escaped from hatred and murderous desire and returned to his awakening. He stood there, staring blankly at the guardian god with white flames burning around him, feeling the powerful magic fluctuations, and then looked at his hand, seemingly unable to believe it.

"That's your power." Soren's low voice came, pulling Harry out of his thoughts, and he looked at Harry, "That's the power that comes from your heart, unique."

"Justice, redemption." Harry murmured, then he raised his head and looked at Sauron, "This is the origin."

Sauron did not affirm or deny it, but just said calmly: "This is your heart."

Harry didn't say anything, thinking quietly. For a moment, both of them were silent.

Outside the magic circle, Furong had already been awakened by the strong magic waves. She ran out of the tent in her pajamas and saw the mirror image of light and darkness in the magic circle, anxious and worried. Since Sauron entered the magic circle, she felt a sense of fear, as if she would lose something. As time went by, this feeling became stronger and stronger. She hesitated for a moment and then ran to the magic circle resolutely.

"Miss, wait." Bono appeared at some point, and it stopped the girl, "You can't go out."

Furong ignored it and walked around it and continued to move forward. At this time, she saw an old man suddenly appearing not far ahead of her. He looked at her gently and said, "You should listen to it, at least, it is not easy to pass now."

The girl stared at the old man for a moment, and she said uncertainly: "You are Dumbledore."

The old man smiled, "Yes, I am Dumbledore. I think you should be Miss Ferry Delakure. I have to say, Sauron is very lucky."

The girl smiled, but soon became worried again. She looked at the magic circle over there and asked with some concern: "Are they okay?"

Dumbledore shrugged and comforted her, "At least it's okay for them now." Then he quickly walked towards the magic circle.

"You're here." Sauron said to Dumbledore, not surprised, his voice was low and roaring, "It's really fast."

Harry was surprised, and he looked at Dumbledore, "Professor, why are you here?"

"Hello, Harry, you look pretty good." Dumbledore said with a smile, his blue eyes staring at Harry's patron saint through his glasses, and then looked at Soren, who was hidden in the black flames. Finally, he looked at Harry, "As for my purpose, I'll take you home."

"Go home?" Harry said softly, and he patted the patron saint standing back to him, letting it turn into a ball of flame and dissipated. He looked at Sauron opposite him, "It's over?"

"Yeah." Sauron responded, and then said to Dumbledore, "Take them out and go back to the old Oak Road house."

Harry was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and he looked at Sauron, "What about you, aren't you with us?"

"I have other things to do." Sauron didn't say much.

Harry was not very satisfied with Sauron's words and wanted to say anything else, but Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and signaled Harry to leave with him.

The sky gradually became brighter, the morning light was dim, and the things around it became clear. Walking out of the magic circle, Harry was surprised to find that the changes around him were so great - they arrived here at the beginning of the summer vacation, and the deep forests in midsummer were full of lush green. Now, just one month later, the surrounding forest seemed to have entered the cold winter, with only dry branches and yellow grass at the sight, as if all life had been withdrawn. When he walked towards the tent, he found that only one of the grass here was still green, forming a sharp contrast with the withered and yellowing around him.

"This is Sauron's doing it, right?" Harry asked softly.

Dumbledore nodded, and he looked at Harry, "He paid a lot for it and also carried a lot."

Harry nodded, then stopped, he pondered for a moment, turned around and shouted in the direction of Sauron, "Soron, what makes you strong?"

Dumbledore stood aside, looked at Harry, and then looked at Sauron's direction, with a complicated expression but no words were spoken.

Sauron did not answer. For a moment, in this forest that had lost its vitality, a depressing silence enveloped everyone. Harry narrowed his eyes, looked at the magic circle deeply, and then turned firmly toward the camp.

Outside the tent, Furong quickly came up to meet her. She looked at Dumbledore and Harry and asked nervously, "Where is Sauron?"

"He's fine," Dumbledore said calmly, his deep eyes behind his glasses with elusive meaning, "Now, it's time for us to leave."

"No, I want to stay!" Furong said loudly, "He promised me that I want to be with him."

"He will not break his promise," Dumbledore said, with a gentle tone, but also a sense of indifference. "But now, you shouldn't stay, and Sauron won't want you to stay."

Fleur looked at Dumbledore angrily and looked at Harry again. Harry was silent and avoided her gaze.

Dumbledore waved his wand and the tent automatically closed. After a while, only a few laid luggage boxes were left in the camp. Dumbledore nodded at the elf, Bono bowed slightly, and disappeared with his luggage.

Furong was still looking at the direction of the magic circle, but she could only see a rising black flame. Inexplicably, a faint pain spread in the girl's heart, and tears dripped silently from her eyes.

Dumbledore sighed slightly, grabbing Harry's arm with one hand and holding the girl's shoulder with the other, a force spreading from him, making the girl and Harry feel calm and peaceful.

"Believe in Sauron, he will not fail." Dumbledore said slowly, with a calm and composed attitude, "Let's go."

It seemed as if a breeze blew by, and the three people in the camp disappeared quietly.

Being in the magic circle and feeling the departure of the three of them, Sauron calmed down.

"What makes me strong?" Sauron whispered, and he could feel the curse fire igniting his last trace of flesh. He raised his hand and held it tightly, and the flames around him became leaping and began to gather wildly towards Sauron.

"Hahaha-hahahaha..." Sauron laughed wildly, and the aroused power made the space around him distort. When this violent force climbed to the extreme, a pair of giant wings made of black flames suddenly unfolded behind Sauron.

Sauron squirted his wings, as if a storm was stirred up, and his willful energy spread, turning everything around him into ashes.
Chapter completed!