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Revelation Dragons and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 12 Undercurrent

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    Section 1 As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the campground like a tangible cloud.  Even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation at dusk.  As night fell like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last traces of pretense disappeared: the Ministry seemed to be succumbing to the inevitable, no longer fighting against those who were clearly using magic.  Signs are popping up everywhere.  Every few steps, a phantom vendor descends from the sky, carrying a sign and pushing a cart filled with strange and weird gadgets.  There are glowing rosettes¡ªgreen for Ireland, red for Bulgaria¡ªthat scream out the names of the players; there are green tall hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; there are ribbons from Bulgaria,  The lions decorated on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, which will play their respective national anthems when waved; there are also small models of Firebolts that can really fly; there are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can be displayed in your  He walked up and down the palm of his hand, looking triumphant.  But at this moment, the excitement around him seemed to have nothing to do with Sauron - he stood alone at the door of the tent, with his eyes closed, as if he was listening to something by himself. The black phoenix squatted on his shoulders, and its feathers glowed in the night.  With a faint cold light.  After a long time, Sauron spread his left hand, and strands of black fire gathered in his palm. A strange magic eye loomed in the flames, with pupils like blades.  Sauron stared at the magic eye in his hand for a while, then stretched out his right hand and brushed it gently on the black phoenix, leaving a black feather in his hand silently.  Sauron held the black feather of the phoenix at his fingertips and pointed it on the burning magic eye - in an instant, the feather burned violently, the black flames billowed, turning into ferocious faces, making no sound  wailing.  Sauron muttered an obscure incantation, and then blew on the feathers in his hand, blowing them into dozens of clumps, dancing in the air like will-o'-the-wisps, and then turned into individual feathers.  A black bird - a black body like a crow, but with only a strange yellow one eye on its head.  "It's up to you now, Forbotor." Sauron stroked the black phoenix's feathers and said quietly: "Go, old man, find those little mice." Forbotor chirped softly.  With a sound, they flew up from Sauron's shoulders, and those strange black birds followed the black phoenix and disappeared into the deepening night.  Sauron stood there, squinting his eyes and looking at the direction where the Black Phoenix disappeared. He didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Fleur's voice came from the tent: "My dear, what are you doing? Come and help, the bacon is about to fry."  Confused - " "Oh, just come." Sauron replied. He took a breath, opened the door of the tent and got in "Because the game starts at night, and I don't know how long it will last, so in order not to  Watching the game hungry, Sauron and the girl had a hurried dinner in the tent.  By the time the two people changed their clothes and got out of the tent, the atmosphere in the camp was already extremely lively. The fans' noise almost turned the camp upside down. You could faintly hear "Ireland", "Bulgaria" or "Krum".  A few words.  Suddenly, a deep and deep sound of gongs came from somewhere far away in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, lighting up the road leading to the stadium. For a moment, there seemed to be an uproar above the camp.  With a wave of cheers, the originally chaotic crowd began to slowly move towards the defense line of the arena.  Sauron and the girl were wearing the same couple's outfits from before, holding hands and walking among the bustling crowds - the Ministry of Magic prohibited apparation in areas outside the stadium for security reasons, so all Sauron could do was use magic.  He opened up a small space beside him, allowing the two of them to walk more calmly in the dense flow of people.  Feeling the enthusiasm and excitement of the crowd around him, Sauron, who had never been interested in sports competitions, couldn't help but muttered: "A bunch of idiots." "Dear, what did you say?" Fleur asked loudly, surrounded by shouts and shouts.  The laughter and chaotic music made it difficult to hear even face-to-face conversations.  "I'm talking." Sauron looked at the girl, with a smile on his face, and said loudly and sincerely: "You look so beautiful tonight, my dear." Walking into the woods along the passage illuminated by the lantern, following the people  After walking away for about twenty minutes, the two people came out from the other side of the woods. In front of them, they could see part of the magnificent wall of the stadium, which showed a dazzling golden color under the illumination of countless huge projection light sources.  Sauron and Fleur walked towards the nearest entrance, where they were already surrounded by many shouting wizards.  "First class tickets." The Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Box No. 12! Go straight up the stairs to No. 6."?, go to the top.  "The stairs leading to the top floor of the stadium were covered with purple-red carpets. The two of them followed the crowd up the stairs. Slowly, the crowds of people entered the stands on the left and right respectively. The two of them kept going up, and finally reached the top of the stairs.  They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goal post. Looking across the stadium, they could see the VIP box with the extended rostrum - after a while  Yes, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge will announce the start of the game. Sauron looked around. There were about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs in the box, divided into two rows. Sauron and the girl moved forward.  Looking down at the row, the scene was a bit shocking even to him - one hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, and those seats were arranged in a staircase shape around the oval gymnasium.  They were all shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the gymnasium itself. From their vantage point, the field looked as flat and smooth as velvet. There were three pitching hoops standing on each side of the field, fifty feet high;  To their right, almost at eye level with Sauron, was a huge blackboard with golden words flashing on it, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing them.  Go, Soran paid attention and found that the flashing words were advertisements for the audience. ¡°This place is great, my dear.  "The girl said excitedly. She looked at Sauron and raised her eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you have many friends in the Ministry of Magic.  " Sauron shrugged. There are twelve boxes on the top floor of the stadium, with roughly the same specifications. This means that a total of less than 300 first-class tickets were sold for this World Cup. Compared with the total number of spectators of more than 100,000, this is not  A box ticket of three hundred is definitely not a lot. Except for celebrities and political figures, it has basically been absorbed by the Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for Ibikos, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy for Sauron to get it. "Aha, now we have it.  All you have to do is wait for the game to begin.  "The girl said excitedly. She took out a small telescope, put it in front of her eyes and looked around - she just bought it on the road. It can be played back at normal speed or in slow motion. If necessary, it  It can also quickly analyze the situation. "My dear, are you sure you don't want to buy one? This thing works great" The girl said while looking at the telescope. "Well, I probably don't need that thing.  "Soran said nonchalantly, squinting his eyes and scanning the arena, and then stopped at VIP Box No. 1 on the opposite side of the arena. Hundreds of feet away, several familiar figures were clearly visible in his slightly narrow golden pupils  ¡­ Section 2 In the box number one behind the rostrum, Harry and the Weasley family had just sat down. Harry looked around to see who else was sitting in the box with them. There was no one in the box yet.  Just sitting in the penultimate seat in the row behind them was an extremely small guy with short calves, wearing a tea towel for wiping the tea set, as if wearing a loose robe, burying his face in his hands.  In his hand, a pair of long, bat-like ears trembled slightly. ¡°Is that a house elf?  "Following Harry's line of sight, Hermione asked uncertainly. Harry nodded. Having seen Dobby and Bono, he naturally saw that they were house elves. Harry glanced around the elves.  He wanted to find the elf's owner, but his eyes couldn't help but stop at the seat next to the elf - it was empty, but Harry vaguely felt that there was something there, or he could feel Harry's gaze.  The little guy raised his head and lifted his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose the shape and size of a big tomato. ¡°Miss, good evening, sir.  "The elf whispered from between his fingers. The voice was very high-pitched. It was at least more high-pitched than Dobby and Bono's voices. It was a slightly trembling and harsh voice, so Harry suspected - although it was difficult for the house elves to tell the difference.  Gender - this one is probably female. "My name is Winky, sir - sir, you -" she glanced at Harry's eyes and said nervously, but when her eyes fell on the scar on Harry's forehead,  At this moment, her dark brown eyes suddenly opened as wide as two small dishes. "You must be Harry Potter!"  "    "Yes.  "Harry nodded, not surprised that the elf recognized him. "Oh, Dobby talks about you all day long, sir!  she said, lowering her hands slightly with a look of awe on her face. "You remember Dobby, don't you?"  " "You know Dobby, how is he?  "Harry was a little surprised. He didn't expect this little guy to know Dobby, so he turned his attention to her and asked curiously: "Is he getting used to it after he is free?  " ""Ah, sir," said Winky, shaking his head, "Ah, sir, to say something disrespectful to you, sir, I'm afraid it won't be of any benefit to Dobby if you free him.  "    "Why?  Harry asked in surprise, "Is there anything wrong with him?"  "Dobby has been thinking about freedom all day long, sir," said Winky sadly. "They are all unrealistic thoughts, sir."  He can't find a job, sir.  " "Why can't you find a job?  Harry asked. Winky lowered her voice half an octave and whispered, "He wants to be paid, sir."  " "Remuneration?  Harry asked in confusion, "What - shouldn't he be paid?"  Winky seemed horrified by the idea, and closed her fingers so that her face was half hidden again. "House elves don't get paid for their work, sir!"  "She screamed from behind her fingers, "No, it won't work, it won't work.  I said to Dobby, I said, find yourself a decent family and settle down properly, Dobby.  He spends his days having fun, sir, which is not appropriate for a house elf.  I said, if you're playing around like this, the next thing I'm going to hear is you're being arrested by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures like some vile goblin.  " "But, he should also have some fun.  " said Harry. "House elves are not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter," Winky said seriously, covering her face with her hands. "House elves do exactly what their masters say.  I'm afraid of heights, Harry Potter¡ª" she glanced toward the edge of the box and gasped, "¡ªbut my master sent me to the top box, and here I am, sir.  " "He clearly knows that you are afraid of heights, why did he send you here?  Harry frowned dissatisfied and asked. "Master - the master wants me to occupy a seat for him, Harry Potter."  He is too busy." Winky turned her head and looked at the empty seat next to her. "Winky really wants her to go back to her master's tent, Harry Potter, but Winky obeys her orders. Winky is a very well-behaved domestic.  Elf.  "She looked at the edge of the box again in fear, and quickly covered her eyes completely. Harry turned back and looked at everyone. "That's the house elf?  Ron asked quietly, "What weird guys, aren't they?"  " "Dobby is even weirder.  "Harry said with emotion, and added in his mind: "The little guy named Bono from the Sauron family looks the most normal." Now, Harry doesn't really care about the seat next to the elf.  , just like she said, she wanted to occupy a seat for her master. Maybe she cast some magic on it. Everyone's attention once again shifted to the arena. Ron was adjusting his panoramic telescope.  Min flipped through her velvet-covered tasseled competition instructions. As time passed by, Harry glanced condescendingly at the majestic arena and the densely packed audience. In addition to feeling anticipation, he felt something strange in his heart.  Ming's joy and power, like the enthusiasm and excitement of the audience, mixed with the tide of noise, turned into strands of power, pouring into his body
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