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Revelation Dragons and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 6 Demigods and Politicians

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    Section 6 The atmosphere of the party is gradually reaching a climax. Everyone seems to be in high spirits. On the stage in the center of the venue, the band is playing music with a strong rock style and dynamic music. Many people are in the spacious room.  There was a dance on the grass.  Sauron stood at the dining table near the periphery, holding a glass of mead in his hand. The amber wine had a faint scent of laurel, and it smelled quite tempting.  Soran took a sip lightly, turned to look at the girl on the side, and asked: "My dear, are you sure you don't want to have some?" Fleur shook her head slightly, and she looked at the center of the venue, next to the stage.  In the area, officials from the Ministry of Magic gathered together, with impeccable smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing among themselves.  Minister of Magic Fudge was also there, and Barty Crouch was standing side by side with him, talking to several officials from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. Not far behind them, several Ministry of Magic field staff in standard uniforms were on guard.  Separate dignitaries from other guests without leaving a trace.  "What did Ibikos want to do with you just now?" Fleur asked, no emotion could be heard in her tone, but she could tell from her slight frown that she was slightly unhappy.  Sauron was stunned for a moment, then realized that with the girl's intelligence and understanding of herself, even though she didn't know the specific content of the conversation she just had with Ibikos, she could still guess what the two were talking about from his expression during the conversation.  Most of them are weird and gloomy things.  Thinking of his previous promise to the girl, Sauron couldn't help but feel a little apologetic.  "The dirty things in politics." Sauron said lightly, "Although I hate it, I can't avoid it." He took another cup, poured half a cup of mead, and handed it to Fleur.  The girl turned her head and said nothing. She looked at Sauron thoughtfully.  And Sauron did not avoid her gaze, looking at her calmly, with a hint of hope in his eyes.  After a long time, the girl snorted, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction, but she still took the cup from Sauron's hand and took a sip.  The warm and soft wine slid across her lips and spread into strands of fragrance in her mouth. A smile of enjoyment appeared on the girl's face, but when she realized that Sauron was looking at her, she rolled her eyes at him in protest.  At this point, the two of them stopped arguing about this matter and instead focused on the party itself. After all, regardless of the Ministry of Magic¡¯s motive for hosting the party, this carnival-type party was still very good.  To Sauron's expectation, the dome of the stadium can be opened. Looking up, you can see the dark blue sky. The stars cover the white silver moon, shining brightly in the sky. Soon, as  A huge bonfire was lit in the venue, and golden-red flames several meters high were blazing, and the atmosphere of the party was pushed to a climax.  "It's very beautiful." The girl said as she looked at the fire. Her long silver hair reflected a golden halo under the firelight, and the few strands of hair on her forehead swayed slightly with the warm air.  "Well, very exquisite magic." Sauron smacked his lips and said. He could feel the faint magic fluctuations in the bonfire. Although the flames were very strong, they were actually firmly controlled in a safe area and moved steadily towards  Light and heat are radiated from the outside, and large bright sparks appear from the top of the flame. As the rising heat flows into the sky, it stays for a long time.  Perhaps there is a love for flames in human nature. Inadvertently, the crowd began to dance around the bonfire. The cheerful and enthusiastic dance steps were accompanied by people's cheers. It seemed that even the fierce flames became excited.  , becoming more and more dazzling.  Sauron was still holding the glass cup, but the content in it was changed from mead to cider. Although he was the one who suggested coming to the party, he only realized when he got here that Fleur's interest was much higher than his.  Sauron allowed the girl to hold his hand and joined the crowd together. He danced casually but cheerfully to everyone's rhythm. He used magic to keep the cider firmly in the cup, and raised it from time to time.  Take a sip from your lips.  "Can't you put down the glass first?" the girl said angrily, "Or do you think I'm not as important as your cider." "Uh." Sauron was a little embarrassed. He looked at the girl for a while and smiled evilly.  In a moment, he threw the wine glass into the fire, then hugged the girl when she screamed, put his hands around her waist and held her in his arms.  "Beauty, do you want to dance?" Sauron said with a smile. He looked at the beautiful face of the girl from top to bottom, without paying any attention to the eyes of the people around him.  Fleur was held in Sauron's arms, as if she was a little panicked, but she quickly adjusted. Although it was the first time she was so close to Sauron in public, in the warm atmosphere around her, she felt a little shy and confused.  Any scruples were instantly wiped away.  She looked at Sauron without giving in, and said in a slightly provocative tone: "Okay." "As you wish." Sauron said softly.?He held the girl firmly in his arms, looked into her eyes, slowly leaned down, and kissed her lips hard.   Section 2 "Mr. Minister, I sincerely thank you for the party. The boys had a great time." A Bulgarian official with a neat brown beard said happily, his face turned red not knowing whether it was whiskey or excitement,  He raised the cup in his hand and said, "Well, I believe we will have a perfect match tomorrow. Let's drink to our match." The words were said in Bulgarian, and Fudge himself did not understand the sound of the language.  Very talkative in foreign languages, but fortunately, Barty Crouch was present. The Director of the International Magic Cooperation Department who was regarded as a thorn in the side of Slytherins, his talent in language is amazing, which can be seen from his ease and accuracy.  This can be seen by translating the words of the official who led the relegation team into English at the same time.  "I believe that we will have an unprecedented exciting game." Fudge said with a smile, and the confidence in his tone and the look on his face made him look very proud.  He looked around slightly, and the government officials around him were all smiling and focusing on him, while the athletes of the Bulgarian and Irish teams were relaxing on the field not far away, having fun in twos and threes, watching everything.  It all looked good, and Fudge could almost see that after tomorrow, this grand sports event would become a glorious event in his political career.  Fudge raised his cup and echoed the words of the Bulgarian team official, saying loudly: "We can foresee that tomorrow's game will be enthusiastic and perfect. I believe that our boys will not let us down; I believe even more that this sports  The success of the event will set a new example for international magic cooperation," Fudge said, raising his glass, "Now, for the World Cup, for our outstanding young men, and for the new achievements of international magic cooperation - cheers.  !¡± ¡°Cheers!¡± everyone shouted, the fragrant wine sparkling in the crystal cups.  There always seems to be endless topics to talk about among the politicians. After the round of toasts just now, the atmosphere among this small group of officials, big and small, has become more enthusiastic. The language barrier between the two parties seems to have disappeared. Fudge is talking to another person.  The Bulgarian officials chatted happily, while Barty Crouch, who had acted as an interpreter from the beginning, walked aside calmly.  "Rufus." He walked up to a man wearing a long black leather trench coat and handed him a glass of wine. "How are you, old friend? Is everything okay tonight?" The man in a black trench coat turned his head and revealed  A vicissitudes of life but extremely resolute face, long brown hair paired with his sharp black eyes, making him look like a lion.  His name is Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office under the Department of Legal Enforcement. As befitting his appearance, he has a resolute and courageous character, and has always been known for his tough attitude in the Ministry of Magic.  Seeing that it was Crouch, Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, then took the drink.  "It seems fine so far." He took a sip of wine, habitually squinted his eyes and glanced around, then looked at Crouch, "I mobilized the second, third and seventh action teams, a total of nearly one hundred  Aurors are scattered inside and outside the venue. This is the limit of the number of people I can mobilize, but" Scrimgeour paused, looking a little troubled, "As you can see, this is a grand event, and the venue is too big.  , there are too many people, we can't take care of all places." Crouch nodded slightly, seeming to understand Scrimgeour's troubles. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "In that case, why not call in the special service force.  " Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand Crouch's words. He stared into Crouch's eyes and was silent for a while. His face became serious and he lowered his voice.  , and said slowly: "Barty, I don't think this is a good place to talk about this topic." Barty Crouch didn't speak, he just stared at Scrimgeour, with no sign of concession in his eyes.  The two were in a stalemate for a while, but Scrimgeour finally made a compromise. He shook his head helplessly and calmly placed a sound barrier around him.  "I don't have the authority to mobilize the special service troops. In fact, in peacetime, no one has the authority to mobilize." Scrimgeour said. He turned his head and looked at Fudge, who was standing in the middle of the crowd and had a drink, and then said: "Even the minister can't.  No, the special service force can only be dispatched if the committee resolution is passed." Crouch shook his head slightly, seemingly not surprised by Scrimgeour's reaction. He narrowed his eyes, and that look made Scrimgeour feel uncomfortable.  "Rufus, look around, everyone is having a great time." Crouch said calmly, he raised his finger and pointed at the crowd around him, "But, how many people do you think there are here?  Courage to stand up and face the darkness and evil??, to defend our hard-won peace today.  " Scrimgeour stared at Crouch and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "What do you want to say, Barty, I don't like to beat around the bush.  " "I mean," Crouch let out a breath, and then said in a gloomy tone: "We are facing a crisis, and most people are still immersed in the illusion of peace and ease, even the Ministry of Magic.  So do most people.  I hope you can help me change this.  " "This doesn't convince me.  Scrimgeour whispered, his eyebrows knitted together, making his face look a little sinister, "You have always been so stubborn over the years, how can I convince you to give up those radical and unrealistic ideas?"  idea.  " "Radical?  Crouch sneered, "Rufus, am I too radical, or have you become weak?"  Our enemies are gaining power step by step and plotting to destroy us, but we turn a blind eye.  "He pondered for a moment, "Damn it, Barty.  Scrimgeour shook his head vigorously, angrily and helplessly, "There is no conspiracy, no enemies, and no one thinks about overthrowing the Ministry of Magic all day long.  If you insist, at least let me see where our enemies are!  " "Dark wizard!  Crouch shouted in a deep voice, his voice was low and determined, and there was some kind of fanaticism in his eyes, but he soon calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and then said: "You and I both know  , they never gave up.  " Scrimgeour choked, and turned to look at Crouch silently. His tense expression made it difficult to tell what he was thinking. "You have been avoiding me recently, I know this very well, Rufus.  Crouch's tone was unhurried, "When the Dark Lord was in power, we fought side by side and made so many sacrifices before we won the victory."  " "The Dark Lord is no more.  Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and said, "He was finished. He fell into the hands of two children that night."  "Yes, he fell into the hands of two children, which makes all the efforts of the Ministry of Magic and us seem so insignificant."  Crouch said gloomily, "To this day, one child has become Dumbledore's favorite and people's hope; and the other" Crouch paused and said word by word: "  He is slowly revealing his ferocious claws, ready to tear us to pieces.  " "This is ridiculous.  Didn't we talk so much that the final conclusion was that we needed to deal with two kids who hadn't graduated from school yet!  Scrimgeour said angrily. "We are dealing with demigods!"  Crouch did not back down and said categorically, "Dumbledore recruited one of them to become his spokesperson, using his so-called savior's identity to consolidate his superior status; while the other relied on his evil and terrifying  The power of magic has become the new master of the dark wizards. If this continues, one day the Ministry of Magic will become insignificant and become a tool for them to realize their ambitions.  " "Wake up, Rufus, the fate of this world should not be controlled by a few demigods.  Power should be in the hands of the government, and only the government is qualified to lead the people.  Crouch said eagerly, "We need special forces. Only by mastering them can we have the ability to compete with demigods."  " Scrimgeour didn't reply for a long time. He seemed to be stunned by Crouch's words. He looked at Crouch steadily, and the latter patiently waited for his response. After a while, Scrimgeour slowly  After coming back to his senses, he looked at Crouch with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to see through his mind. "Buddy, my old friend, I respect you.  But I still have to tell you" Scrimgeour said, his voice dry and low, "The Special Service Force is not a tool of a certain person or a certain force. I believe you know why it exists.  " Scrimgeour raised the cup, drank the wine inside, and then took a deep breath. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cup, and whispered: "Thank you for the wine, Barty, now I have to go on a patrol.  goodbye.  " Scrimgeour turned and walked out. Crouch looked at his back with gloomy eyes. Just before Scrimgeour was about to walk into the surrounding crowd, Barty Crouch said slowly: "You will regret it.  .  " Crouch's voice was not loud. In fact, he made almost no sound, but every word and every sentence rang clearly in Scrimgeour's ears. He stopped, but after a moment he made a decision.  , walked straight into the crowd without looking back. Barty Crouch stood there without moving. For a moment, his face seemed to show anger and disappointment, but after a long time, he turned back to the official.  The gathered crowd walked away, with their usual confidence and dignity on their faces.
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