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    Section 1 When the first ray of morning light emerged from the horizon, it was as if a silent call sounded deep in his heart. Harry felt a slight throbbing. He opened his eyes and found that before he knew it, the night had quietly left, and a new day had begun.  here we go.  Last night, Harry thought about the various insights he had gained during the spell-casting process, and then used meditation to perceive the world around him as Suo Lun said.  He tried to calm down and eliminate all irrelevant thoughts. Slowly, his consciousness entered a certain ethereal state, and his spiritual awareness spread, integrating his spirit with nature. Unknowingly, he  He spent the whole night like this, until the moment when day and night alternated, he sensitively captured the transformation of darkness and light, pulling him out of his meditation.  Harry felt as if he had thought about a lot of things, but it was very vague, as if he had had a long dream.  Harry frowned, trying to capture the strands of feeling in his mind, but he had no clue.  "Just get used to it slowly." Sauron's voice came, "I was almost the same as you when I meditated for the first time, but to be honest, you could succeed in meditation for the first time. This is something I didn't expect." Sauron  Sitting opposite Harry, looking at him with half-squinted eyes, he could faintly see the golden pupils; wisps of black flames were burning on the surface of his robes, looking very mysterious in the dim forest.  Harry stood up, stretched his body, and sat motionless on the forest floor all night. Harry was surprised to find that he did not feel sore or stiff. On the contrary, he felt that he was in very good condition, as if he had just been there.  It was like sleeping in on a holiday that didn't require getting up early, and, just like Sauron said, another night passed, and Harry still didn't feel hungry.  "What should I do today?" Harry asked.  Sauron stood up, took a deep breath, stretched out his arms as if embracing the sky, and the black flames around him jumped up again, burning fiercely and covering the entire magic circle.  "Continue yesterday's training." Sauron said, "When you can cast spells here calmly, we will move on to other content." "I can already cast spells, I did it yesterday." Harry argued, with a firm tone.  Sauron raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident." Harry looked at Sauron, took a deep breath, raised his wand, and said calmly: "Except you  Weapon!" A dazzling red light burst out from the tip of Harry's staff and shot towards Sauron on the opposite side. Sauron showed a hint of surprise. He snorted coldly and the spell suddenly dissipated in front of him.  Sauron narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry for a while, then he raised his right hand, and wisps of black flames gathered between his fingers. After a moment, the dark blue wand was held in his hand, exuding a mysterious and depressing feeling.  breath.  "In that case, let's get down to business." Sauron said quietly, with a cold smile on his lips, "Next, fight me with all your strength, my brother."  Section 2 Magic  On the eleventh floor of the Ministry, in the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ibikos sat behind the desk that belonged to him, frowning as he processed the documents in front of him.  As he once said to Soren, this kind of office work is usually boring and boring, but Ibikos is still very patient and handles all the work in an orderly manner.  "Bang, bang, bang." There was a knock on the door of the office, and Ibikos raised his head, "Please come in, the door is unlocked." The door was pushed open, and a tall and thin male wizard walked in, wearing a thin metal frame.  Wearing glasses and flaming red hair, when he saw Ibikos, he was stunned for a moment, and then said in a somewhat stiff tone: "Where is Mr. Croul? Mr. Crouch asked me to hand over some documents to him.  " "Well, there's no need to bother, Patsy." Ibikos said calmly, "Mr. Claure is out for something, and he won't be back until night. Just give me the documents." "I think you didn't understand me."  "It means." Percy frowned, showing an offended expression, "This is an important document. Mr. Crouch asked me to hand it over to the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Crow."  Mr. Er, not you." "Then, please allow me to explain." Ibikos stood up and stared at Patsy with squinted eyes. "Mr. Claure also told me that I will have full responsibility for the office when he is away.  The two were in a stalemate like this. After a while, Patsy snorted coldly, threw the documents on the desk at the door, turned and left the office.  "No." Ibikos also sneered. He waved his wand and closed the office door, then photographed the documents on the table at the door.  There are two documents, covered with thick parchment paper. One is about holding Quidditch.Regarding the legal coordination issue of the World Cup, Ibikos scanned it briefly and placed it on the pile of documents that his son was dealing with; he picked up another document, and the cover was covered with a dark red sign representing the director-level review authority.  On the seal, there is a line of words written in thick printing - "Opinions on the implementation of relevant legal provisions of the Triwizard Tournament (with dispute mediation memorandum and supplementary provisions to be reviewed)" Ibikos thought for a while and put this report aside  drawer and continue working on your work.  In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, various staff members came and went. A tall stone statue stood in the center of the hall. It was none other than the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.  Bartik Rauch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, stood in front of the window, looking down at the scene in the hall, with complex emotions in his eyes - originally, he should be sitting in this office, looking down at the scene belonging to  A statue of yourself.  The door to the office was pushed open, Crouch turned around and saw Cornelius Fudge coming in from the door. He was wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, dusty from travel.  "Oh, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Crouch." Fudge said as he took off his clothes. He hung his coat and hat on the rack. "I've been very busy recently. I just came back from France. Merlin, France.  "People are really procrastinating." "Well, it's true," Crouch said, "It all came together." "Haha." Fudge sat on the sofa in front of the desk and poured the teapot for Crouch.  After a cup of tea, he also poured himself a cup, "Barty, why did you come to see me?" Crouch's expression became serious, "I mentioned to you, Fudge, now the Ministry of Magic is facing some conspiracies.  He looked at Fudge and frowned, "The Slytherin families are expanding their influence in politics. We should realize that this is a dangerous signal and we should take necessary measures."  He was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the tea cup. He avoided Mr. Crouch's eyes and said with an unnatural smile: "Look, Crouch, I think you are a little too nervous. We all know that."  , The situation is very good now. As for, well, the Slytherins, they have always supported our work, such as Mr. Malfoy, who just donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's a few days ago. " "Well, forgive me.  To put it bluntly, you are too optimistic." Barty Crouch shook his head, "They support you for a purpose. You must understand that they have always been like this. They pretend to support the Ministry of Magic and take the opportunity to expand their influence.  Slowly seize the power in their hands, just like they did when the Dark Lord rose. "Barty, Barty." Fudge was helpless. He took a sip of tea and looked at Crouch, "You are right.  The loyalty of the Ministry of Magic is obvious to all, but old friend, I have to say that you have always been stubbornly prejudiced against Slytherins." Fudge paused, "Perhaps, those Slytherin families did something in those days.  It's not a glorious thing, but many people can't help it, right? But everything is over, the Dark Lord has fallen, and they have settled down. Isn't that great? There is no need to hold on to what happened back then.  "Hmph, settle down." Barty Crouch sneered, "Venoms will always bite, Fudge." He took out a piece of information and handed it to Fudge, "The Dark Lord fell, but they fell again."  Start looking for a new backer for yourself." Fudge raised his eyebrows, glanced at Crouch who was sneering, and then opened the document in his hand.  "What is this?" Fudge frowned. He looked at the materials in his hand. The first page was a photo. The person in the photo was none other than Sauron. "What do you mean? Could it be that this child is what you call Si?"  The supporter of the Letlings is simply inexplicable. "Don't kid yourself, Fudge." Barty Crouch stared at the Minister of Magic and said, "Don't say you know anything about him."  Fudge's face turned ugly. He hesitated, "He is still a minor and still attending Hogwarts" "He is a powerful and dangerous dark wizard!" Crouch interrupted Fudge rudely.  "We all know that there have been several murders and disappearances in the past few years related to him, and now, he is very close to the Slytherin family forces. There is no doubt that in a few years, he will be  Will be the new Voldemort." "Oh, Merlin." Fudge's face turned even paler, and his voice was trembling. "This is ridiculous. After investigation, the committee has determined that those cases were committed by uncaptured Death Eaters.  Moreover, during the questioning meeting, Dumbledore also agreed with this and offered to vouch for Sauron. "Dumbledore, do you think Dumbledore is trustworthy?" Barty retorted, "He is half-hearted.  God, his thoughts are beyond what you and I can understand. Let¡¯s face it, he has never really taken the Ministry of Magic seriously, andIn fact, we have no ability to hold him accountable to us.  " Fudge's breathing became violent, and he was a little excited. He slowly picked up the tea cup to prevent the tea from spilling due to the shaking. Fudge took a sip of tea and tried to calm himself down. For a long time, he said slowly, it seemed  Trying to convince Crouch, or whoever convinced him, "Well, I think you are taking things too seriously. Maybe too much work recently has made us all a little nervous, old friend.  He glanced down at the material in his hand, closed it with some fear, and then handed it back to Crouch, "That's it for today, I still have some things to do."  " Mr. Crouch took a deep breath. He squinted his eyes and looked at Fudge for a while. "Well, excuse me. Goodbye, Mr. Minister.  "After that, he loaded up the materials, turned around and left Fudge's office, and closed the door. Fudge walked behind his desk and sat down in the chair. He turned to look out the window at his statue in the hall.  He was standing in the middle of the bustling crowd, tall and majestic, as if accepting the admiration of the crowd, which made him feel a lot better.
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