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Revelation Dragons and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 9 The Strange Bird

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    Section 1: The morning sun gradually appeared from the horizon, and the camp that had been silent all night gradually became noisy.  Outside a tent on the edge of the camp, Sauron and Fleur were gathered around a small campfire, with a kettle for boiling water on the fire.  Sauron squatted by the fire, carefully adding twigs to it, while the girl sat aside, reading a book quietly, with a lazy black phoenix lying on her shoulders.  "My dear, there is a fully equipped kitchen in our tent." Sauron stood up and looked at the girl and said.  "Well, yes." The girl did not raise her head, but Fulbotor raised his head and looked at him with bright eyes.  "Uh, okay." He saw the sly smile on the corner of the girl's mouth and smiled helplessly.  Sauron struggled for a while alone before boiling the water, because the bonfire was too small and the pot was too big. The more important problem was that the girl kept a close eye on him and did not allow him to use magic.  Sauron made two cups of tea, and sat with the girl holding the cup. The water vapor rising in the cup mixed with the fragrance of the tea leaves, giving people a different kind of warmth in this slightly cold morning.  "I'm going to see Mrs. Maxim today." The girl leaned on Soran, took a sip of tea, and said a little abruptly.  "Mrs. Maxim?" Soran raised his eyebrows, "The principal of Beauxbatons?" The girl nodded, "Mrs. Maxim will bring my classmates to watch the game today. During the previous holidays, they  "They have been training." She paused, "I guess you know, they are preparing for the Triwizard Tournament soon." "Well, I heard that the Ministry of Magic is worried about that.  A lot of effort." Sauron said nonchalantly. He was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the girl beside him. "You don't want to participate." "Of course, I will compete on behalf of Beauxbatons."  The girl said a little stiffly, "In Beauxbatons, I am the best." Looking at the frowning girl, Sauron smiled sarcastically. It was obvious that he was dismissive when talking about the competition.  She was a little annoyed.  He hugged the girl flatteringly and said apologetically: "Sorry, dear, I didn't know you would attend." "Now you know." The girl struggled angrily, then leaned into Sauron's arms again,  "Will you participate?" "Uh, probably not." Sauron said. He waved his hand to drive away Fulber, who was in the way. Black Phoenix screamed a few times in dissatisfaction, then plunged into the bonfire and disappeared.  Sauron ignored Dark Phoenix unjustly and felt the body temperature of the girl in his arms. He said slowly: "You also know that the Tournament was founded more than 700 years ago. It was originally just a competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe.  A kind of friendly competition, but it gradually became too political, so that the competition process became more and more cruel. ""So the competition was temporarily suspended?" the girl asked.  "Yes, there will be casualties every time. In the worst case, all three contestants died. A large number of extremely outstanding young wizards died in the competition. Later, the decision-makers realized that compared to what they got  The price of such a sacrifice was too high, so the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted." Sauron said with some sigh.  "This time, the politicians made compromises and put a lot of effort into resuming the competition. Although the competition process will be much safer, the ultimate goal will never be to make friends with young wizards from all over the world - they want to  Through the competition, they will show the strength of their respective younger generations and use relatively harmonious means to gain benefits for themselves and attack their opponents. "The fire in the fire was almost extinguished. Sauron pulled out his wand and pointed at several lush shrubs not far away.  In the blink of an eye, it dried into dead branches, and then was split into thin strips by invisible forces, and flew into the bonfire.  Sauron's movements were very small and he did not recite a spell, so the girl leaning on his arms did not notice his obviously illegal behavior.  "This sounds disgusting." Fleur frowned and said in a low mood, "I thought the competition was a good place to prove my self-worth." "Haha, this is inevitable." Sauron smiled.  Laughing, he glanced at the fire again and found that the flames had become stable, so he continued, "Actually, you don't have to worry about this. The competition is indeed a good place to prove yourself - bravery, wisdom, and strength.  And perseverance, these excellent qualities that make a strong person are all considered in the Triwizard Tournament, just like you, my good girl, I believe you have all the above qualities, and in addition, there are also.  "But you still haven't said why you entered the competition," the girl said keenly. She put her hand on Solan's and stroked it gently, "Don't."  Tell me you think the game is too boring." "Well, maybe there is a reason for this," Sauron said naturally, when he felt the girl's hand.Tightly, he immediately added: "You know, demigods are not allowed to interfere in politics easily. My identity is too sensitive. If I participate in this obviously political competition, I am afraid it will cause too much unnecessary trouble."  ¡± In this way, the two of them cuddled together, chatted and drank tea. It was not until the camp became crowded again that they packed up the tea sets, extinguished the bonfire, and prepared to go to the center of the camp to meet Mrs. Maxim.  ¡­ ¡­ Section 2 It took a lot of effort for Harry and his party to pass through many strange tents and find the place they had reserved at the end of the camp near the forest.  After a lot of hard work, they set up two tents. Like Sauron's, these two tents were also enchanted and looked like a small apartment inside.  The only problem was that the boys' one had a pungent cat smell inside, which Harry didn't like.  After they settled down, Mr. Weasley insisted on building a fire outdoors and cooking a breakfast the Muggle way, so Harry, Ron and Hermione had no choice but to carry the kettle and stewpot to another part of the camp.  Get water from the water intake on one side.  At this time, the sun had just risen and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions, as far as the eye could see.  They walked slowly between the tents, looking here and there with interest.  Only then did Harry realize that there were so many wizards and wizards in the world. He had never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before.  As the game neared, Ireland and Bulgaria supporters began to make their stance clear - the Irish fans' tents were covered in a thick layer of shamrocks that looked like they were rising out of the ground.  There are countless strange green hills; and the Bulgarian fans put up the same poster on the tent, which shows a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows.  Of course, the picture is moving, but the face only blinks and frowns.  "Who is that?" Hermione asked quietly.  "Krum," Ron said. He looked at Hermione with wide eyes, as if he was surprised that she didn't know Krum. "Victor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker." "His  It looks so gloomy," Hermione said, looking at the countless Krums winking and frowning at them.  "Too gloomy?" Ron rolled his eyes upward, "Who cares about what he looks like? He is amazing! And he is also very young, only about eighteen years old. He is a genius, you will see it tonight  "They walked and talked. After a while, they arrived at the water tap in the corner of the camp. There was already a team lined up. The two wizards standing on their side were arguing about one of them's weird clothes.  They have become accustomed to this situation. Many wizards simply cannot understand what is normal in the eyes of Muggles, just like the old wizard next to them - he is wearing a long women's printed pajamas.  "You see, many wizards know nothing about Muggle life." Hermione hummed, and she looked at Ron, "Especially those wizards who were born in pure-blood families." Ron could only be embarrassed about this  Smile, after all, as Hermione said, even pure-blood wizarding families like the Weasley family who like Muggles don't know much about Muggles. Mr. Weasley is a typical example.  "It seems that the wizard living in that tent must be a Muggle expert." Harry continued, pointing to a tent not far away and said, "That is a standard Muggle outdoor tent, Uncle Vernon.  There is a similar one at home, but it is much bigger than this one. This one is too small for Dally's big body. "Hermione and Ron were amused by Harry's words. Now it was their turn to fetch water.  After placing the pots and kettles under the faucet, Harry subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the tent again.  The sun was rising gradually, and the sunlight came from behind the tent, illuminating the outline of the tent clearly.  "That's it." Harry was stunned for a moment. He could see clearly that on the top of the tent, a strange crow-like bird was sitting there quietly.  It has a black body like a crow, and under the sunlight, black mist rises.  As if sensing Harry's gaze, the strange bird turned its head and looked at him.  Harry¡¯s eyes couldn¡¯t help but tighten¡ªthere was only one strange yellow eye on the bird¡¯s head, and the erect pupils exuded a cold and evil aura.  Harry stared at the bird. For some reason, an inexplicable feeling of hatred welled up in his heart. The noise around him disappeared, and it seemed that the whole world was far away from him. The strange bird in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a strange bird.  A ball of black flames, a twisted and painful face appearing and disappearing in the flames.  Harry stared at the flame like this, it seemed like a long time passed, but in fact it was only a moment. When Hermione saw Harry calling him out of breath, Harry suddenly withdrew from that strange state.  "You?What are you looking at, Harry?  "Hermione asked. "Huh?  Oh, nothing.  "Harry said perfunctorily, but still looked in the direction of the tent. "There is nothing there now. It seems that the strange crow-like bird has never appeared, as if everything just now was just his illusion
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