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Revelation Dragons and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 3 The Sorrow of the Demigods

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    On the east side of the camp, through the small but rather dark woods, an extremely huge gymnasium is located in the open space. The magnificent golden walls cast a large shadow on the ground, covering an area of ??almost several blocks.  .  This is the venue for the Quidditch World Cup finals. It has all the facilities inside and can accommodate up to 100,000 spectators. In order to build it, the British Ministry of Magic mobilized hundreds of wizards, spent a year and a considerable amount of money.  funds.  At this moment, a dense crowd gathered outside the stadium, which annoyed the staff of the Ministry of Magic who were maintaining order. The members of the Bulgarian team and their entourage had just arrived and were surrounded by crazy fans. The fans chanted and vented their emotions.  enthusiasm.  "Stay back, everyone, please step back!" the staff yelled, pulling their necks. Even though the voice was amplified by magic, it was still drowned in the noise of the crowd. "Let the athletes in, oh God, please give way."  The members of the Bulgarian team came through a large teleportation array. The basic principle of the teleportation array is similar to the fireplace teleportation network technology, except that the transmission path is more stable and safer, and it is convenient for transporting items.  In an open space outside the gymnasium, a high stone platform with complex magic patterns was burning with blue magic fire. People came out of the jumping flames one after another, dragging large and small bags, and then worked  Entering the stadium under the guidance of personnel, whenever a Bulgarian team athlete wearing a red uniform appears, the surrounding crowd will burst into cheers.  Sauron and Fleur stood on a big tree at the edge of the forest. They held their hands together and stood steadily on the thin branches at the top of the tree, as if they were weightless.  "I thought only the Germans had mastered this technology." Sauron stared at the teleportation array and said, "The Technology Development Department has been doing research in this area in recent years. It seems that they have succeeded." "The United Kingdom is hosting this year's competition.  The World Cup is meant to showcase its own strength, so it is natural to bring out some high-end technology," Furong said lightly, "The turmoil twenty years ago damaged Britain's vitality and its international status plummeted. After so many years of cultivation,  Now that the British Ministry of Magic wants to regain its right to speak, it is normal for it to take action." Sauron raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in surprise, "You are very sensitive." "My parents are in the French Ministry of Magic.  The girl said, "Although I don't like it, I am no stranger to politics." "Where there is civilization, there is politics, whether it is a wizard or a Muggle," Sauron said in a low voice.  He looked at the dense crowd below and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Those who can't escape will eventually become chess pieces." The girl frowned slightly, sighed and said nothing. She just exerted a little force and tightened her grip with Sauron.  hands together.  The crowd below suddenly cheered enthusiastically, and the noise attracted their attention. A man wearing a Bulgarian team uniform had just walked out of the teleportation array - he looked very strong, his legs were a bit splayed, and his face was sharply angular.  Paired with thick black eyebrows, he looks a bit gloomy, but also very masculine.  "Krum! Krum!" the crowd shouted enthusiastically, and many young girls even screamed loudly.  Sauron had some impression of this young man named Krum, but it was limited to the fact that he was an excellent Quidditch player. Sauron's eyes did not stay too much on Krum, but fell on the one who appeared next.  There was a figure - the man was tall and thin, with short white hair and a curly goatee. He was wearing a rather luxurious black leather robe that shone slightly in the sun.  "Igor Karkaroff." Sauron whispered, his slightly squinted eyes showing an inexplicable emotion, "It seems that you are doing well." Most of Sauron's understanding of this person came from Snape  , in Snape¡¯s words, Karkaroff is a cunning old fox. The two of them once worked together under Voldemort. Compared to powerful elites like Snape, Karkaroff is mediocre but good at  The man who drilled the camp was not popular even within Voldemort's forces, especially since he had killed a large number of Voldemort's die-hard men after Voldemort's fall.  Although Karkaroff escaped the punishment of being imprisoned in Azkaban, once Voldemort returns, I believe his end will be even more miserable.  But at this moment, Karkaroff looked quite impressive. With his head held high and a slightly satisfied smile on his face, Karkaroff strode to Krum and walked side by side to the stadium with him.  Krum, on the other hand, seemed to feel Sauron's gaze and turned to look over, but before he saw Sauron, he walked into the gym at the urging of Karkaroff and the staff.  "Krum is Karkaroff's favorite student." Fleur said to Soren, "He is still studying at Durmstrang. Regardless of his status as a seeker for the Bulgarian national team, he is still Durmstrang.  "Excellent spiritual sense."Sauron said calmly. He looked at Klum's leaving back, showed an imperceptible smile, and whispered to himself: "Moreover, he smells of hatred." "What did you say?  ?" Fleur didn't hear what Sauron said clearly.  "No, it's nothing." Sauron said perfunctorily, but Furong didn't care. In fact, her attention had been focused on the teleportation array, as if she was waiting for something.  Sauron was a little curious, so he settled down and watched the teleportation array with the girl. Basically all the Bulgarian team members were present. Most of the people passing through the teleportation array were staff, but the crowd around them didn't seem to be dispersing.  The flames on the teleportation array jumped again. The next moment, graceful figures walked out of the flames one after another. For a moment, the surrounding crowd fell into a brief silence, and only the suppressed breathing could be heard. After a while,  Yes, someone shouted excitedly, as if it was a signal, and the whole crowd became excited again.  "Vela, it's Veela!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and they were basically men. If the women's performance when they saw Krum just now was enthusiastic, then most of the men can now be called  It was crazy - they were chanting and dancing like fighting cocks.  Sauron couldn't help but shake his head slightly. In fact, even with his character, he couldn't help but be slightly shaken, let alone these ordinary people. There was no other reason than that these creatures that came out of the flames were so beautiful - graceful and graceful.  Their figures, delicate and charming faces, long silver hair and fair skin exude a psychedelic luster in the sun. Every movement and smile they make seems to be filled with magic, making people want to indulge in it.  The madness.  "Charming all living beings." Sauron couldn't help but whisper, "Lovely and terrifying creatures." Sauron turned to look at Fleur beside him. The girl was looking at the Veela in trance, with an inexplicable light shining in her eyes.  Looking at Lun's eyes, the girl said softly: "I have a quarter of Veela blood, passed down from my grandmother." Sauron didn't make a sound, just held the girl's hand and listened quietly to what she said.  "I have a very good relationship with my grandparents. When I was a child, I lived with them all the time. They were very kind to me. My grandmother would often bake me vanilla cookies and tell me stories with my grandfather while they watched me eat them.  Fleur narrated softly, seeming to be immersed in past memories, "Grandma likes plants. It seems to be the nature of all Veela. There are always flowers blooming in their yards. I will hide among the flowers and wait.  She and my grandfather came to find me. In this way, the days passed, very simple and happy. At that time, I was just a silly little girl. In my opinion, my grandmother and grandfather would stay with me like this forever  ¡­¡± The girl stopped and showed a bitter smile, her eyes sparkling, ¡°Veela¡¯s lifespan is very long, but when she falls in love with someone, she will grow old with him and eventually leave together.  This world." She pulled out a slender wand from her arms. The light brown wand was covered with light silver magic patterns, winding upward like a beautiful vine. "My grandfather made this for me.  The core is a hair of my grandmother's. Originally, they wanted to give it to me personally on my eleventh birthday, but unfortunately they didn't wait until that day" The girl didn't say any more, and couldn't help but start to choke softly.  Sauron sighed softly, held her in his arms, and let her tears wet his shoulders.  Sauron knew very well that just as he would only show his fatigue and weakness in front of her, this girl who was proud and strong in front of others would also let go of her reserve with him and vent her inner weakness and sadness.  "Sauron, why do people die?" the girl said softly, with a faint cry in her voice, "Although I know this question is stupid, I still can't help but think about it, if people don't die,  How wonderful it would be if we wouldn't lose our loved ones. " Sauron was stunned, but he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't help but smile helplessly. Even he himself couldn't understand this seemingly simple but profound proposition, death.  Perhaps it is the source of all the entanglements in this world and the greatest helplessness and sorrow for all sentient beings.  Sauron couldn't help but think of Voldemort, the man who persistently pursued immortality and was regarded as crazy and evil by the world, but he was not bravely fighting against this fateful sorrow.  Sauron knew that there was actually no essential difference between him and Voldemort, no different from Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and all the demigods. They were all walking on a road of no return - fighting against fate and against the root.  Deep down in my heart, I only have my own sorrow.  Sauron hugged the girl's arm with a little force, not only to comfort her, but also to comfort himself. Feeling the warmth of the girl's body, there was a warmth in his heart. Perhaps, the only difference from Voldemort was that there was someone else in this world who was worthy of him.  Someone to protect.
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