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Revelation Dragons and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 20 Confrontation

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    Section 1 Along the marble stairs, Soran walked to the third floor alone. All the students were having lunch in the auditorium. There was no one in the corridor, only a stone monster statue standing alone in the middle of the corridor.  Sauron walked over and put his hand on the statue. A low sound of stones rubbing against each other came. A hidden stair entrance was revealed on the wall behind the statue. Sauron walked straight up the stairs and knocked on the thick door at the end of the stairs.  wooden door.  "Please come in." A deep voice came from behind the door, and then the door opened automatically, revealing a beautiful circular office. Behind a large wooden desk, Dumbledore was sitting in a chair.  Fawkes, the phoenix, landed on the back of the chair, its long golden-red tail hanging down to Dumbledore's shoulders. It had been staring at Sauron warily from the moment he entered the room.  Dumbledore stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. A chair landed lightly from the wall in front of the desk. At the same time, a teacup appeared on the table, with steaming black tea inside.  Sauron sat on the chair, took out a letter from his arms, handed it to Dumbledore, then picked up the tea and drank it slowly.  Dumbledore read the letter silently until the teacup in Sauron's hand bottomed out, then he raised his head. Behind his half-moon glasses, his ice-blue eyes as deep as the abyss stared calmly at Sauron.  "So, they are planning to put pressure on the British Ministry of Magic at the Joint Meeting of Ministers?" Dumbledore said slowly. He put the letter on the table and tapped the table with his long fingers through the thin letter paper.  He made a soft sound, "Is this what the Ministry of Magic means, or is it yours?" "Both." Sauron held the teacup in his hand and said while fiddling with it, "The Americans planned this incident, the Germans  People and Italians also share the same. As for the group of people who died in the World Cup, they were just a group of cannon fodder driven by others. The current international public opinion is very unfavorable to us. Half of the members of the Council are accusing the British Ministry of Magic and claiming to be magic.  The Ministry's persecution of domestic democrats eventually led to the terrorist attacks at the World Cup. "So the people from the Ministry of Magic came to you and wanted your help?" "To be precise, the Ministry of Magic wanted the help of both of us, Fudge.  In the past few days, he has sent more than a dozen owls to you, but got no response, so he asked me to come to you personally." Soran put down the cup and leaned on the chair, "The meeting involves huge things.  Profits, this makes Fudge and his group anxious like ants on a hot pot. They promise that as long as we are willing to help, the rewards we will get are absolutely heart-warming. " "Oh, that sounds good, so what do they want us to do?  "Dumbledore looked at Sauron, with no emotion on his calm face, "Assassinate hostile dignitaries, or massacre innocent civilians?" Sauron narrowed his eyes, and his dark golden pupils showed anger.  But soon, his expression softened and he turned to a cold smile.  "We are not that noble, sir. Demigods can achieve such a transcendent status today by relying on their unparalleled power, not their high morals." Sauron and Dumbledore looked at each other, "We all know very well,  The politicians in the Wizarding Council have become forgetful. They want to seize more power from us, and this joint meeting of ministers is their test-if they find that they can defeat Britain under our two eyes,  Then next time they will directly target us." Speaking of this, Sauron's face turned gloomy, and he said word by word: "They are challenging us and trying to knock us off the altar."  "We should never stand on the altar." Dumbledore said seriously, "Your and my duty is to maintain the order of this world, not to trample on it. The power of demigods is not the reason for us to be superior to all living beings.  " "Stop lying to yourself, Dumbledore, your words can't even convince yourself. Oppression and exploitation will never disappear from this world. This is the instinct flowing in human blood, and it is also a fate that cannot be escaped. "  Sauron sneered. He stood up, pressed his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly, looking like a poisonous snake about to attack, "Let's face it, we are all animals, and the law of the jungle is the eternal rule of this cruel world.  As for the so-called love and justice, it cannot make us live longer. "But it can make us live with more dignity!" Dumbledore also stood up, the golden pupils in his eyes were like burning blades, condescending.  Looking at Sauron, "Think about your parents, think about what they sacrificed for?" Sauron did not speak. In the oppressive silence, the two people's golden pupils stared at each other firmly, Fox was lying on the chair  On the backrest, he stared at the two people uneasily.  After a long time, Sauron gently shook his head, "But they died, and their bodies rotted in the coffins, leaving themThe young son of a helper grew up in loneliness and hatred.  "After Sauron finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door. Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but did not speak. Sauron walked to the door and stopped. "Do you want to share my life insights over the years?" He turned around slightly  , said calmly: "If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!  Maybe order is faith to you, but to me, it's just a tool to gain power.  " Sauron pushed the door open and left. The wooden door closed with a dull sound. Dumbledore looked at his leaving figure and sighed deeply with a complicated expression Section 2 Professor Trelawney lives on the top of the North Tower.  Yes, that was also the divination classroom. In the afternoon of late summer and early autumn, the students sat in the classroom with the curtains drawn tightly. The dim lights and the sweet smell from the fire made Harry and Rowe drowsy.  En sat at a small round table, surrounded by messy printed chairs and futons. ¡°Hello.  "Professor Trelawney's ethereal and ethereal voice suddenly came from behind Harry, which startled him. Professor Trelawney was a very thin woman, wearing a pair of huge glasses, making her two  Her eyes were frighteningly large in her thin face, and she was staring down at Harry with a tragic expression on her face - the same expression she had every time she saw Harry.  The rosary beads, necklaces, and bracelets shone in the firelight as usual. "You have something on your mind, my dear," she said sadly to Harry. "My soul's gaze passed through your brave face and saw your heart.  A restless soul.  I regret to tell you that your concerns are not unfounded.  I see that the days ahead of you are full of hardshipsvery difficultI'm worried that what you fear will really comeperhaps sooner than you think" Her voice gradually became lower and finally became a whisper.  Normally. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who looked at him expressionlessly. Professor Trelawney breezed past them and sat in a large wing-backed armchair in front of the fire.  , facing the whole class. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil especially admired Professor Trelawney. They all sat on the futon very close to her and kept talking about it.  Fortune telling, but Harry's thoughts drifted elsewhere. He stared boredly at the crystal ball in front of him, but he couldn't help but think of what she had just said to him: "I'm worried that what you are afraid of will really come  " Is he really afraid of something? Or is he? At the end of last semester, in this room, Professor Trelawney predicted that Voldemort would rise again, and a more cruel catastrophe than before was about to come When  When Harry described the scene to Dumbledore, even Dumbledore himself said that he thought Professor Trelawney's hypnotic state was not fake "Yes, it is indeed worrying and drowsy."  During this time, Harry seemed to see from the crystal ball that terrible night fourteen years ago - Voldemort killed his parents, but accidentally lost his hand on him, and now he was destroyed in body and strength.  He is about to make a comeback, whether it is for justice and conscience, or just for revenge, he has no reason to back down. Now, he is no longer the weak and helpless child in the past, but a wizard, and he wants to use himself.  "But is it really only Voldemort that I have to face?  If it were someone else standing in front of me, could I still be so determined?  " This idea that came to him inadvertently made Harry feel a little uneasy. He shook his head and heard Professor Trelawney's erratic voice that seemed to come from a very far away place, wrapped together with the warm wind, which made him  He felt a deeper sleepiness. He stared at the crystal ball with unfocused eyes. The fire was refracted in the crystal ball, erratic, creating various specious lights and shadows, which overlapped with the images in Harry's mind - black.  The giant dragon, the mysterious Lilith, and the people who died helplessly in nightmares or memories were all wandering in front of Harry like a revolving lantern. ¡°What are you afraid of?  "A voice sounded in Harry's mind, strange yet familiar, with an unpleasant but irrefutable contempt, "You know the answer, you just don't dare to face it.  "The chaotic light and shadow in front of me disappeared. They melted together and turned into a golden eye, embedded in the blazing black fire, staring at Harry quietly. "Are you really ready?  "The cold voice seemed to come from all directions, making Harry feel as if he was in a cold stagnant water. He couldn't help but shudder, suddenly raised his head, looked around, and found that the whole class was staring at him. This was really too much.  Embarrassingly, Harry sat up quickly. It was obvious that he had almost fallen asleep due to the heat in the room and the random thoughts in his mind."My dear, I was just saying that when you were born, you were obviously under the ominous influence of Saturn." Professor Trelawney said, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, because Harry obviously did not pay attention to her lecture.  "I'm sorry, what happened-?" Harry asked.  "Saturn, dear, Saturn!" Professor Trelawney said, her tone obviously annoyed when she saw that Harry was indifferent to the news, "I just said that at the moment you were born, Saturn must be in the sky.  Dominantyour dark hairyour thin figureand the fact that you lost your parents in infancyI can tell you, dear, were you born in the winter?" "No," said Harry.  "My birthday is in July." Ron couldn't help laughing, but quickly turned his laughter into a dry cough.  An hour later, Professor Trelawney ended the class with a lot of complicated homework. When Harry and Ron merged into the flow of people going downstairs and returned to the auditorium to eat, Ron said bitterly, "Nasty old bat."  , I have to spend the whole weekend" "A lot of homework?" Hermione caught up with them from behind and asked happily, "Professor Victor didn't leave any homework!" "Oh, Professor Victor!  That's great," Ron said with a heavy heart.  They headed all the way to the foyer on the first floor. When passing by the eighth floor, he saw Sauron and Isabella. The two of them were standing in front of the portrait of "The troll beat the stupid Barnabas with a club." They didn't know what they were talking about.  .  Harry's mind moved slightly. He knew the secret hidden here - the Room of Requirement. It was here last year that he learned the Patronus Charm.  Harry wasn't very curious about what Sauron was doing. He probably came here to practice spellcasting or something like that.  Harry turned back to look at Ron and Hermione, only to realize that although they were just stunned for a moment, they had already walked downstairs in the rush of people.  By the time Harry reached the foyer, it was already packed with people queuing up to eat.  Just when he had given up on finding them in the crowd, there was a commotion from the other side of the hall.  In the middle of the crowd, Draco Malfoy held a newspaper in his hand and looked mockingly at the angry Ron. Hermione was desperately pulling him to prevent him from jumping towards Malfoy.  "Oh, by the way, little girl, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Draco said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is she just a little too tall in the photo?"  "Distortion?" "What about your mother, Malfoy?" Hermione said sharply, as she and Neville tugged at Ron's robes.  Yes! Does she always have that expression, or is it just because she's with you?" Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.  "How dare you insult my mother!" "Then shut your fat mouth." Hermione said, turning around.  Although there were many people watching the fun, Harry still saw Draco's movements, which made his pupils shrink suddenly - Draco stared at Hermione's back fiercely, and took his right hand out of his arms  Wand.  Bang!  Then several people screamed - a bright red spell shot from the tip of Draco's staff towards the unsuspecting Hermione, but was stopped before hitting her - a flash of white flames  Then, Harry appeared behind Hermione and waved his hand to deflect Draco's curse. The deflected spell hit the wall and exploded into a cloud of debris.  Harry looked at Draco angrily, and the wand was held in his hand. Just when he wanted to knock Draco's wand away, another spell flew over and hit the stunned Draco.  A dazzling light burst out.  Harry turned sharply and saw Professor Moody limping down the marble stairs.  He held the wand in his hand and pointed it directly at the place where Draco stood just now - the light dissipated and Draco disappeared, replaced by a snow-white stoat, shivering on the stone paved ground.  There was an eerie silence in the foyer.  No one moved except Moody.  Moody turned to look at Harry - at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, while the other eye was boring into his head.  "Are you okay?" Moody looked at Hermione and said roughly, his voice was low and hoarse.  "No," Hermione said uneasily, "it didn't hit." "Well, that's good!" Moody nodded, then nodded to Harry: "That's a beautiful hand, kid." "Don't  Touch him!" Moody yelled again, which made Harry a little confused, but soon he realized that Moody was talking about someone else - Moody turned and looked at Crabbe, who was about to hug him  He picked up the ferret, but he was too frightened to stay where he was and didn't dare to move.  Moody's rolling eyeThe eyes seem to have magical powers and can see things behind the head.  Moody began to limp toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the stoat. The stoat gave a frightened cry, ducked away, and ran toward the basement.  "I don't believe in this evil!" Moody yelled and pointed his wand at the ferret. The ferret suddenly rose ten feet into the air, fell to the ground with a snap, and then rose up again.  "I hate people who attack others from behind," Moody said gruffly - as the stoat jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "This is the most filthy and despicable thing to do.  The behavior of a coward" The stoat jumped into the air, its four legs and tail waving desperately.  "That's enough!" A cold voice suddenly sounded, like a gust of cold wind sweeping through the hall. At the same time, the stoat that was originally hanging in the air suddenly flew back.  Everyone present invariably looked in the direction of the sound - Sauron had appeared in the crowd at some point, looking at Mad-Eye with a sinister expression, and Malfoy, who had been turned into a ferret, was being held in his hand.  The next moment, as if being brushed by an invisible big hand, the students stepped back one after another, while most of the Slytherins consciously stood behind Sauron.  "My people don't need you to discipline them, Mad-Eye." Sauron said, with an undisguised ferocity in his calm voice, "Don't stretch your hand too long."  "Is this a threat?" Moody said in a deep voice. He looked at Sauron without flinching. The scars on his tense face looked as hard as ravines on stone.  "This is just advice," Sauron said with a sneer, "Or do you want to gamble your luck and see if you can escape death again?" An oppressive silence enveloped the hall, and people looked at the confrontation uneasily.  For a while, it seemed as if the two of them would raise their wands and shoot spells at each other at any moment.  "Put away the wand, Aratos, and you, Sauron." An old and thick voice came from the door of the hall, with reassuring power.  Hearing the words of the visitor, the two people who were at war with each other hesitated for a moment, then slowly retracted their wands. At the door of the hall, Dumbledore stood there, looking at them with a cold expression.  Sauron snorted coldly, waved his hand and threw the ferret out. With a bang, the ferret transformed into Draco in mid-air, knocking Crabbe and Goyle away as they were about to catch him.  "Let's go." Sauron turned around and walked towards the Slytherin table, Isabella followed closely behind him, and Draco looked at each other and followed anxiously.  ;
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