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Text Chapter 45: Conspiracy

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    Section 1 On Christmas morning, Soran walked out of the room, and there was already a large pile of gifts at the door.  There was no one in the common room, and the fire was crackling in the fireplace. Faubertol arrived at an unknown moment and landed on the back of a sofa.  Seeing Sauron, it flew over and lay on Sauron's shoulders.  Sauron looked through the Christmas gifts with interest. Harry and others each gave him a large bag of candies and snacks, most of which would end up being cheaper than the Dark Phoenix on his shoulders; Ibikos and Draco each gave him a large bag of candies and snacks.  a rare magic book; Isabella gave him a rather exquisite bracelet with silver threads woven into exquisite patterns. Sauron could feel her breath from it. It should have been woven by Isabella herself.  Yes, and it took her a lot of effort; but the most eye-catching gift among the pile was sent by Fleur - a large rose-red heart-shaped box containing pieces of chocolate, with the middle piece made into a dragon.  shape.  The chocolate exuded an alluring aroma. Forbotor chirped excitedly, staring closely at the box. Sauron glanced sideways at it.  "I can't give this to you, Forbotor." Sauron said as he locked up the box, "This is mine." Forbotor chirped in dissatisfaction and pecked the string as if to demonstrate.  Lun's ear, and then flew towards the fireplace, disappearing in the flames with a flutter - most likely to Fleur's place.  Sauron waved his magic wand, and all the gifts flew to Sauron's house. After packing his things, Sauron hesitated and put the bracelet given by Isabella on his left wrist.  In the auditorium hall, Sauron met Harry and the three of them. Harry and Ron looked very excited, while Hermione stood aside awkwardly and looked unhappy.  "Merry Christmas." Sauron said with a smile, "What happened, you look very excited." "A Firebolt," Harry said happily, "Someone gave me a Firebolt." "Well.  "Soran was a little surprised. He knew the value of that broom very well. "Who gave it to me?" "I don't know." Harry shook his head, looking a little confused. "The gift didn't come with a letter or signature." "I don't know.  "Maybe it's Dumbledore," Ron said, while looking at Hermione provocatively, "Or it's Lupin, but I think it's unlikely to be him." "Yeah, it shouldn't be him."  Lee nodded, "He knew that Sauron gave me another Nimbus 2000." Sauron frowned, this was somewhat unexpected, and he thought silently for a while.  "Harry, can I see a broom?" Sauron said calmly.  Harry and Ron's eyes widened, looking like they couldn't believe it, while Hermione smiled proudly.  "Hi, Sauron." Ron was a little helpless, "Don't you think that the broom was sent by Sirius and was cast with black magic or something?" "You can never go wrong by being careful, right?"  Len shrugged, "Don't worry, it's just a check. It's very simple." Harry hesitated for a while and nodded reluctantly.  The four returned to Gryffindor Tower. Sauron stayed outside the door with Ron and Hermione, while Harry ran upstairs and hurried down after a while, holding a broom in his hand.  "Look, there it is." Harry handed over the Firebolt in his hand.  Sauron took it and took a general glance at it. It had to be said that it was indeed an extremely beautiful flying broomstick. Even a layman like Sauron could see that it was extraordinary.  "Let's go outside." Sauron handed the broom back to Harry, "Go to the Quidditch pitch. Let's go there and check it out." Hermione wanted to say something, but glanced at Ron and said nothing.  Open your mouth.  The four of them walked through the empty castle and towards the Quidditch pitch.  Ron walked a little staggeringly, with a weird posture.  "Does your foot still hurt, Ron?" Harry asked, "Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey to take it and have a look." "It's nothing." Ron muttered, "It's all because of that annoying cat."  "That's not Crookshanks' fault." Hermione said dissatisfiedly from the side, "You always have a prejudice against it." "Humph." Ron snorted coldly, "But it always stares at Scabbers.  "Let it go, isn't it? It has bad intentions, but you turned a blind eye." Hermione looked at him angrily and turned her head away from Ron, while Harry looked helpless.  "Scabbers has been in a very bad state recently." Ron said with some worry, "It looks very nervous and a little nervous. It is running around all day and doesn't know where it is hiding." Sauron glanced at him  , raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.  Very??, the four of them walked through the snow-covered campus and came to the Quidditch pitch. There was no one there. The four of them stood in the empty field, looking particularly small.  Sauron took the broom, took out his wand, lightly lit various parts of the Firebolt, and whispered a spell in his mouth.  Then, Sauron closed his eyes, let go of his hand, and the broom floated in the air, shrouded in a faint yellow fluorescence.  Harry and Ron stood aside and watched, no one said a word, their expressions were very nervous, and they stayed like this for a while.  Fortunately, nothing happened in the end. Sauron opened his eyes and the broom fell back into his hand, intact.  "Is it okay, Sauron?" Harry asked carefully.  Sauron shook his head. He handed the broom to Harry, "You ride him and fly around a few times" "Harry can't ride it." Hermione said sharply, "If there is a curse on it"  Lun waved his hand to interrupt her, and said calmly: "I know what I'm doing." He looked at Harry, "Fly around the court a few times on it, and remember, if anything goes wrong, jump off immediately.  " Harry and Ron's eyes widened in surprise.  "Jump, jump off?" Harry said uncertainly.  "Don't worry." Sauron knew what Harry was thinking, "It will be okay, I will catch you with a magic spell." Harry hesitated, but still chose to believe Sauron.  He stepped on the firebolt and shot into the sky.  Harry was a little nervous at first, but after a while he felt nothing was wrong, so he boldly flew up, hovering rapidly in the sky and performing maneuvers.  On the ground, Sauron stared closely at Harry's figure, his hand holding the wand never relaxing for a moment.  After a while, Sauron said to Harry in the sky: "Okay, Harry, come down." Sauron's voice was not loud, but Harry in the sky heard it clearly.  He rushed down with the broom, made a beautiful circle when he was close to the ground, and stopped steadily.  ¡°It¡¯s no problem now.¡± Sauron said easily.  "Are you sure?" Hermione questioned from the side, "I mean, maybe it's too hasty, maybe it's some very hidden curse or something." Sauron raised his eyebrows, "You think I will take my brother  Are you kidding me, or do you think you are better than me at this?" Hermione looked extremely embarrassed, her face was red from holding back, and there was a hint of tears in her eyes.  Ron snorted, and Harry looked at Sauron with some embarrassment. He felt that Sauron's words were a bit too much.  Sauron ignored him, "Okay, we should go back. It's no fun to stand here and blow the cold wind in the winter." After saying that, he turned and left.  Hermione finally cried out, she turned her head and angrily walked towards Hagrid's hut.  "Hermione!" Harry shouted anxiously, but the little girl ignored him.  "Leave her alone." Ron muttered, but in a very soft tone, "Well, she should be fine, right?" "What do you think?" Harry glared at him with some complaints and turned around to chase Hermione.  Ron was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and ran to follow ¡­¡­¡­¡­Section 2 Sauron went straight back to the castle, but did not go to the Slytherin lounge, but walked towards the Gryffindor Tower  go.  In the empty corridor, Sauron's footsteps were obvious and clear. As he walked, Sauron's face slowly changed slightly. His originally smooth hair became a little messy, his face became less pale, and there was a trace of blood on his forehead.  A lightning-shaped scar gradually emerged, and by the time he walked outside the door of the Gryffindor common room, Sauron had become exactly like Harry. Only the cold light in his eyes remained unchanged.  He walked over to the hole in the portrait, where Sir Cadogan was celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former Hogwarts headmasters, and his fat little butt.  He pushed his helmet up and toasted them with a jug of mead.  "Christmas - oh - Merry! Password?" "Dirty mutt." Sauron said, this is what Sauron heard when Harry went to get the broom.  The painting tilted forward, revealing the hole at the back, and Sauron leaned in.  This was the first time Sauron came to the Gryffindor lounge, but Sauron didn't spend much time observing the surroundings. He noticed that there was no one else in the entire lounge, so he turned into black mist and dissipated in the air.  It floated up the stairs silently.  Following that feeling, Sauron found Harry's bedroom, where there was also no one.  Sauron appeared, and in a remote corner, the pendant automatically flew back to his hand.  Black flames suddenly rose in Sauron's hand, and the pendant was like a sponge, quickly absorbing all the black fire into it.    Sauron tossed it gently, and the pendant automatically flew back to the dark corner.  Sauron looked out through the window on the wall. In the square in front of the castle, the three Harrys were walking towards the castle.  Sauron glanced at the corner where the pendant was, sneered slightly, and leisurely returned to the common room. After exiting the hole, he turned into black mist and disappeared without a trace
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