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Revelation Dragons and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 14 Lilith

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    Section 1 In front of Sauron and Fleur's tent, on the crackling fire, the golden-red flames licked the charred bottom of the pot obediently, making the water inside make a gurgling sound.  The two of them sat close to each other on a thick dead tree, holding teacups in their hands, discussing the game just now.  "Krum shouldn't have caught the Golden Snitch so early." The girl said with some regret, "He should have waited for the opportunity." "Because he knew they couldn't win." Sauron smacked his lips and said, "He is very good.  He knows that the score difference will get bigger and bigger, and all he can do is strive for a decent defeat. " "You are always so disappointing," the girl frowned and said dissatisfiedly, rubbing Sauron's face with her hand.  "You can't just smile, you look like my father." "Okay, okay, stop making trouble." Sauron smiled bitterly, grabbed the girl's hand, and kissed her gently, "  Where did the gentle and beautiful lady in my memory go?" The girl snorted, with a proud smile on her face, grabbing Sauron's arm and resting her head on his shoulder.  Rough singing came from the night sky, and little leprechauns flew over their heads from time to time, waving their lanterns and laughing. There was a lot of noise everywhere, and the cheers of the Irish people celebrating their victory came one after another.  Until midnight, the singing and strange crashing sounds coming from the other side of the camp were still echoing in the night sky.  "It's time to rest, my dear." Sauron said, while using magic to gather the bonfire into a small pile, "You are exhausted, you must have a good sleep." "But I don't feel sleepy." The girl said, seemingly  He was full of interest and said, "It's such a rare opportunity. How about we go over there to participate in the Irish celebration." "But don't you support the Bulgarian team?" Soren raised his eyebrows lightly, "Besides, it's really hard to see a group of drunk people.  "It's uninteresting." The girl wanted to say something, but Sauron held her in his arms, kissed her forehead gently, and said softly: "Be obedient, my dear, you need to sleep."  , a wave of tiredness came over her, causing the girl to squint her eyes, and then her body softened and she leaned into Sauron's arms, falling into a deep sleep.  Sauron carried the girl into the tent, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt carefully.  He looked down at the girl's soft face, with a gentle smile on his face. He leaned down, kissed the girl gently on the lips, turned and left the tent.  The noise in the camp shows no sign of abating, and people are venting their energy and enthusiasm.  Sauron stood in a small open space in front of the tent. The fire at his feet was almost extinguished. The remains of the burned wood were shriveled and twisted, flickering in and out of the embers, struggling desperately and unwillingly.  He closed his eyes and listened intently, as if waiting to hear something from the noise around him - like the night wind rushing past, the sound of wings passing through the air came from the darkness, and the next moment, a black phoenix emerged from the night.  It appeared and landed silently on his shoulder.  "We found them." Sauron said to himself. He opened his eyes, and the night was reflected in his narrow pupils, glowing with a dark golden cold light.  Sauron took a deep breath, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He could smell the restlessness and restlessness hidden in the night - that was, the smell of blood.  Sauron held the black phoenix in front of him with both hands and pressed his forehead against the phoenix. The black breath escaped from him and poured into the phoenix's body like a tide. After a moment, Sauron raised his head, the golden color in his pupils dimmed.  A lot.  "Go, my old friend, let's have some fun." Sauron said solemnly.  Forbotor rubbed Sauron's face affectionately with his head, and it flapped its wings and flew up. Black flames surrounded it, making its originally long tassel-like tail look even more gorgeous and weird.  A long cry flew into the night sky, blending into the darkness.  "Barty Crouch." Sauron hissed, with unconcealed malice in his voice. "I hope you like the gift I gave you." Section 2 Harry lay on the bed, staring at the tent.  On the canvas ceiling inside, he looked at the occasional little leprechaun flying over it with a lantern, and there was a flash of light. He unconsciously recalled that wonderful state in his mind - knowing everything, knowing everything, that is not seeing.  See, hear, but perceive, and use your own soul to touch the origin of the world.  Just as Sauron said, it was like the world seen by God, the world he saw when he looked down at the world from the sky, although he was not sure whether there really was a God in this world.  At this moment, he understood why Sauron's eyes were always full of coldness and indifference - it had nothing to do with hatred or sadness, but stemmed from the reality he saw, the cold and undisguised reality. ????????????????????? Will he be like this too? Harry didn¡¯t know, although he vaguely felt that there was always a voice in his heart, repeating it again and again.He kept saying the fact that he didn't want to admit.  Harry couldn't help but feel a wave of sleepiness mixed with boredom, so he closed his eyes and just lay on the bed, thinking randomly, hoping to fall into a dream without even realizing it.  ¡°I don¡¯t know how long it took, and I don¡¯t know if he fell asleep or not - Harry suddenly opened his eyes - he heard Mr. Weasley shouting loudly.  "Get up! Ron - Harry - come on, get up, there's an emergency!" Harry sat up suddenly and hit his head on the canvas.  "What - what's going on?" he asked.  Vaguely, he felt that something was wrong.  The sounds in the camp changed.  The singing stopped, and he heard screams and the sound of people running in panic.  He slid off the double bed and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley said: "It's too late, Harry - just grab a coat and get out, hurry up!" Mr. Weasley himself wore jeans.  Put directly on your pajamas.  A group of people scrambled out of the tent, and by the light of several fires that were still burning, Harry saw people running toward the woods, as if fleeing something moving toward them in the camp.  The thing shone strangely and made a sound like a gun.  Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts also moved towards them.  Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around it.  Harry couldn't help but frown, and for a moment he felt a familiar feeling of disgust. Subconsciously, he concentrated and once again entered that magical state - the world became clear and quiet again, just when they were not there.  In the distance, a group of wizards huddled tightly together. Everyone pointed their wands upward and moved forward together, slowly moving on the field.  Their heads were covered with hoods and their faces were covered with masks.  Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air. One of them was Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and the others should be his wife and two children.  They were twisted into all sorts of grotesque shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the figures above them were marionettes, controlled by invisible strings rising into the air from their wands.  But what surprised Harry the most was something else - those strange crow-like birds that Harry had seen before, with an evil and strange yellow one-eye, flying around the wizards, occasionally landing.  On them, wisps of black mist surrounded these people, rolling and turning into distorted faces.  The black strange birds constantly transformed from the black mist and flew to all directions. At the same time, more wizards joined the advanced team, making sharp and mad laughing, pointing to the floating bodies on it.  As the parade continued to grow, these wizards seemed no longer satisfied with just playing with a few people in the air. Many people raised their wands and fired spells around, setting everything they saw on the roadside on fire.  Hermione and Ginny hurried towards them, pulling their coats over their pajamas, with Mr. Weasley following behind them.  Just then Bill, Charlie and Percy emerged from the boys' tent.  They were neatly dressed, sleeves rolled up, wands in hand.  "We want to help the Ministry maintain order!" Mr. Weasley's voice rose above the noise, while rolling up his sleeves, "You guys - go into the woods quickly, walk together, don't spread out.  I'll come find you after the matter is settled!" Bill, Charlie and Percy were already running towards the oncoming parade, and Mr. Weasley hurriedly chased after them.  Ministry staff rushed to the scene of the accident from all directions.  The group below the Roberts family was getting closer.  "Come on," Fred said, grabbing Ginny's hand and dragging her toward the woods, followed by Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George.  When they got into the woods, they all turned to look behind them, and saw that the group below the Roberts family was even larger than before.  They met the wizards from the Ministry of Magic, and the two sides were in a stalemate. The parade stopped moving forward, but the people from the Ministry of Magic could not do anything to them. They did not dare to take action for fear of hurting the Roberts family in the sky.  Something seemed to fly through the air in the darkness, carrying an icy breath. The next moment, Harry saw a scene that frightened him - above the parade, black mist began to gather, turning into a huge and twisted face.  He let out a silent howl, the despair and pain that made Harry frown.  Immediately afterwards, as if they had been stimulated by something, the wizards in the parade became restless. They took out their wands one after another. Some of them began to fire spells at the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, which immediately caused violent chaos; while others  They did something even more terrifying - they pointed their wands at the Roberts family in the air, and dark red spells were launched with powerful magic fluctuations. The next moment, the four people hanging in the air were set on fire.   "Oh, my God!" Hermione shouted in horror. Not only her, but other people around her who saw this scene also screamed.  The Roberts family struggled fiercely in the air, and the four figures were bitten by flames, which were particularly conspicuous against the dark night background.  Through that state, even from such a distance, Harry could still clearly understand every detail of this cruel scene - he could see their bodies being destroyed in the flames, and he could hear their heart-rending cries.  Wailing, he could even feel their pain and their suffocating despair in the face of death.  Harry felt his chest being filled with something - this feeling was familiar to him. When he faced Voldemort for the first time, when he could only watch Wormtail escape, when he watched Sirius being photographed  When surrounded by ghosts and monsters but unable to do anything.  He couldn't help but think of the nightmare that had been haunting him - the black dragon, the raging flames, and his dead friends wailing in the flames. Everything gradually overlapped with what he saw before him.  An inexplicable power surged out from the depths of Harry's soul and poured into his whole body. The next moment, he disappeared in an instant.  In front of the team, a fierce and chaotic battle was going on. The flying spells exploded everything around them, and the overflowing magic fluctuations turned the originally lush grass into ashes.  Compared to the frantic and blind casting of spells by the wizards in the team, the wizards at the Ministry of Magic appear to be much more organized in casting spells. After all, most of the people standing on the front line of the battle are professional combat wizards from the law enforcement department.  From time to time, someone in the team was hit and fell to the ground. According to the current trend, the Ministry of Magic would be able to completely suppress them soon.  "Are these people crazy? What are they doing?" Mr. Weasley shouted, waving his wand and casting a guardian spell to protect his people from the flanks. "Do they really want to fight us like this?" "  Who knows, maybe they are really crazy," said Amos Diggory, waving his wand and shooting a bright red spell at the opposite side: "Stunning!" The spell went straight to the target, but it had no effect -  -A slender figure suddenly appeared in front of the team, the whole person hidden in a black robe. When Mr. Digory and all other spells were shot at him, they were all annihilated by the black mist surrounding him.  For a moment, the scene calmed down, leaving only the four figures still floating in the air, dry and twisted, like dead branches in the embers, making an intrusive hissing sound.  As if giving out a deep sneer, the man raised his head, deep in his hood, and stared coldly at the crowd in front of him with a pair of dark golden eyes.  "That's all you have." The man said disdainfully, with a certain ethereal tone in his gloomy voice, "It's been fourteen years, and you don't seem to have made any progress." "Who are you! What exactly do you want to do.  "Barty Crouch stood opposite the man and stared at him angrily, his short and neat mustache trembling with extreme anger, "Look what you have done, you crazy people." "Oh.  "Isn't it obvious?" A cold and emotionless voice came from under the hood, "We are just having some fun." "You damn dark wizards!" Crouch said with anger.  Breathing out fire, "I swear, none of you can escape. You have to pay the price for what you did today!" "Tsk, tsk, you couldn't deal with it fourteen years ago, and you still can't deal with it now," the man said.  , with deep malice in his tone, "Oh, by the way. Where's your lovely son? Voldemort is very grateful for his loyalty." Crouch was silent for a moment. He stared at the person in front of him, his eyes bulging.  , the next moment, he suddenly raised the wand and shouted loudly: "Fire breaks out!" An extremely powerful magic power surged through Crouch's body, and was released under the guidance of the wand. The next moment, surging golden flames emerged from  The mysterious man's feet spurted out, engulfing his figure.  The flames were so fierce that even from such a distance, many wizards at the Ministry of Magic felt unbearably hot.  But the next moment, it was like a bone-chilling cold wind blew by, the golden flames expanded violently, and then scattered and disappeared in the strong wind.  The mysterious man was suspended in the air, unscathed, but his image had undergone a huge change - a pair of long black wings stretched out behind him, and the surrounding black mist made them look somewhere between reality and reality.  In his right hand, he held a long and ferocious black sickle upside down, the cold blade glowing coldly in the night.  Suddenly, the wizards who had made trouble before all collapsed to the ground and struggled painfully. Their masks were torn off, and you could see that their faces became hideous and terrifying - dark red blood followed by wisps of black  The mist continued to seep out from their seven orifices, and then turned into black strange birds, hovering around everyone.  Soon, people on the groundThere was no life left, and the strange black birds around them were as numerous as a thick dark cloud, surrounding everyone who was either on guard or frightened.  Not far away, the charred corpses of the Roberts family fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and the charred and empty eye sockets watched all this silently.  "Ho-ha-ha-ha-ha" The man raised his head and laughed. For a moment, everyone present felt a chill. The next moment, the man suddenly raised his sickle.  Horizontally, he grabbed the long handle with both hands and raised it high above his head.  The magic power as deep as the sea was released from the man. In an instant, the earth roared and the wind roared.  The strange bird suddenly turned into black mist, coming from all directions like a tide, forming a huge and gloomy whirlwind, enveloping everyone in it.  "Suffer death." The man's cold voice came from all directions, without any emotion, "Your souls will belong to me." No one spoke to refute, everyone held their wands tightly and used the guardian spell to support them.  , this black storm has terrifying power. Where there is no magic protection, everything begins to decay and turn into dust in an instant.  The black storm roared without any sign of weakening, and coldness and despair had seized everyone's hearts.  Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from a very far away place, but it was extremely clear: "Holy Inquisitor!" A dazzling white light illuminated the entire sky. At the same time, warmth and strength returned to everyone again.  The light was so dazzling that everyone could barely see clearly - it was a huge white reindeer, with white flames burning all over its body, and the tall antlers on its head like a crown, cutting through the dark night.  The black storm broke apart the moment it touched the white deer, turning into ferocious faces and fleeing in all directions, but it soon burned in vain in the white flames.  The white reindeer did not stop and rushed straight towards the mysterious man after defeating the black storm.  Facing the white deer, the man in black showed his guard for the first time. He raised the sickle high, and the black mist gathered again. It was no longer ethereal, but formed a layer of ultimate darkness on the blade.  , as if straight into the endless abyss.  The next moment, the sickle suddenly swung down and collided with the bright antlers of the white deer.  For a moment, the world seemed to be divided into two parts - the ultimate light and the ultimate darkness, opposing each other, but making each other more pure.  Everything was in a strange silence, as if a century had passed, but in reality it only happened in an instant. The surging magic waves dispersed, and in a blazing white light, the wizards from the Ministry of Magic worked together to cast  Hold a protective spell to resist the strong wind caused by the burst of enchanted magic.  Standing in the white light that the wizards of the Ministry of Magic could not see through, Harry stared at his opponent. When the surging magic dispelled the darkness in front of the man, he saw clearly the face deeply hidden under the hood, but what he saw before him  But he was completely stunned - it was a familiar face, a face he had seen countless times in his dreams, a face that made him wander alone in front of the Mirror of Erised and shed tears.  .  Long red hair, a beautiful and familiar face - the face under the hood is Harry's mother, Lily Evans.  However, there was no tenderness that Harry was familiar with in those still beautiful almond-shaped eyes - there were only a pair of golden standing pupils, cold and sharp, like blades, looking at Harry across the void.  "Who are you?" Harry murmured to himself, as if he had forgotten everything.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, when the magic fluctuations gradually subsided, everyone in the Ministry of Magic only saw a barren sandy land - there was nothing within hundreds of feet, only the yellow sand that had been worn away by the years remained.  Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke for a while. What happened tonight was hard for them to accept. Although less than two quarters of an hour had passed, it felt like a century.  Behind the trees in the distance, Harry was quietly looking at the place where the man in black disappeared just now, but his mind was complicated and unable to calm down. Before the man in black disappeared, there was a voice that should be familiar but was so unfamiliar.  It sounded in his mind - "My name - Lilith." PS: After thinking for a long time, the doctor finally finalized this chapter. It may be offensive, but I still have to insist!
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