Section 1

Soren's spell could not help but kill the spider of the crazy-eyed man, and completely disrupted his first class for the fourth-grade students. For this reason, Slytherin was deducted twenty points, but it seemed that Soren didn't care about it. When the bell rang, Soren got up first, and then walked out of the classroom with Slytherin's students like a demonstration.

Unsurprisingly, Sauron once again became the focus of the topic, and people could be heard talking about the spell almost everywhere, even the Gryffindor lounge was no exception.

"I want me to tell you that Sauron's move is simply cool!" Ron said in an amazement. He narrowed his eyes, as if recalling the scene of Sauron's spell casting. "Just one move, he killed the spider, cleanly..."

Ron didn't finish his words because he saw Hermione on the side looking at him angrily.

"It's really deadly, Ron." Hermione said with a frown, with a serious expression on her face. "That's the death curse, the most dangerous of the three unforgivable curse. If you use it on others, it's enough for you to squat in Azkaban for the rest of your life."

"Oh, please." Ron rolled his eyes and said indifferently: "Everyone can see clearly. Soren just killed those damn spiders." He sneered, and then said: "I guess Soren wanted to embarrass Moody. After all, his follower was turned into a big ferret and jumped in the corridor..."

Ron and Hermione argued with each other, but Harry, who was sitting next to the two, never interrupted. He stared at the book "Putting the Misty to See the Future" in front of him in a daze, but he didn't even read a word. At this moment, all the lingering scene in his mind was the scene of Sauron casting spells - an unknown spell, a dazzling green light, naked murderous intent and the power of magic merged together, cold and unstoppable.

It turns out that this is how my parents died... exactly like the spider. They also had no trace or any trauma? They also saw a flash of green light and heard the footsteps of the god of death rushing, and then their lives disappeared from their bodies?

The chaotic thoughts rose from Harry's heart, pieced together into an indescribable uneasiness and pain, and he seemed to have returned to that night: he could hear his father's voice—James Potter desperately resisted, shouting loudly as his wife ran away with his children… He could also hear his mother's voice—Lily Potter begged, hoping that the terrible enemy in front of him would kill him and not touch her son… Of course, he could also hear the cold and cruel voice—Voldemort sneered, killing the helpless couple, pointing his wand at the baby's children, and chanting the terrible spell—

“AvadaKedavara!”

Yes, it was the spell, with a green light, that destroyed his family and turned him into an orphan.

Harry thought this way, letting memories get entangled, and the moment of Sauron casting spells appeared before his eyes - he raised his hand, and even had no use for the wand. He calmly recited the spell that existed for killing, with a cold smile on his face.

Suddenly, a terrible thought emerged from his heart - in the past and unpredictable future he had never known, Sauron, his twin brother, pointed his wand at the desperate people like he killed a spider today, with the same smile on his face; was he imposed the same misfortune on others like Voldemort crushed his own family.

Harry couldn't help but shuddered, subconsciously trying to deny this damn idea, but this idea seemed to have taken root in his mind, mocking him ruthlessly: "Recognize the reality, you coward!"

Yes, this is reality. Harry cannot deceive himself. Just as Sauron once said in his own words, he will not pity the misfortune of the weak, nor will he care about the sacrifice of the innocent.

So, when that moment really comes, does he, Harry Potter, really have the courage to stand in front of his twin brothers?

Harry looked around, beside him, Ron was worried about his homework, while Hermione explained to him over and over again; by the fireplace, the Weasley twins were making tricks, and several children from the lower grades were lying in excitement; on the sofa not far away, Ginny was chatting with her friends about something, smiling happily, and her golden red hair shining...

Harry felt something coming out of his heart, giving him strength and courage - this is Hogwarts, here is his happiness, dreams and friendship, which may be ordinary, but for him it is extremely precious and worthy of his life to protect.

"When that day comes, do you have the courage to stand in front of him?"

Harry once again questioned himself in his heart.

He took a breath slowly and looked at his familiar friends with a firm glow in his silver pupils.

"Of course, let's come here!"

Section 2

"Did the parliament still not reply, Klein?" said the middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. He sat on the sofa, his eyes crossed a rather high-end desk, and looked at the smiling man with dissatisfaction. "It has been two months, and there is not even a decent investigation report."

"In fact, we have received two investigation reports, Charles," said the man named Klein, who opened the drawer and took out a well-bound document from it and placed it on the table. "If you count this one, it will be the third one."

Charles stretched out his hand, the document flew up and landed steadily in his hand, unable to wait to look through it, but soon, an uncovered anger appeared on his face.

"What is this?" he said loudly, his hand holding the papers trembling with anger. He stared at Klein behind the desk. "The whole town was razed to the ground, thousands of civilians were slaughtered, and in the end he only had such a bunch of nonsense."

"The magic energy tide caused by the failure of the magic experiment, the person responsible for the accident is unknown, and he suspected that he had died..." The man gritted his teeth. He stood up and suddenly threw the report on the thick carpet, making a dull sound.

"Hell, we all know that it wasn't an accident at all." The middle-aged man said gasping: "That madman, he slaughtered the whole town, crushed the entire FEAR unit like a bed bug, and killed all the wizards who rushed to the place with me."

Uneasiness flashed across Klein's face, and although he still tried to maintain that calm expression, he shrugged and said slowly: "I feel sad about Shiville's misfortune, but the unreasonable speculation and doubt cannot change this fact." He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I know their deaths have hit you very hard, maybe it makes your emotions unstable..."

Before Crane could finish his words, he saw Charles glaring at him, his red eyes like an angry beast, but his face was filled with an unsettling sneer.

"You think I'm crazy, is that your conclusion?" He stared at Klein. "You have the ability to inspire the wizards to make trouble at the World Cup, and have the energy to intrigue with the British Ministry of Magic, but have no courage to seek justice for the tragic death of compatriots? Is it true that once a demigod is involved, all of you politicians raised by bitch are gone?"

The smile on Klein's face disappeared, his pale face mixed with horror and shame.

"Beware of your words, Charles." Klein's voice was cold, "This report is the final resolution of the Wizards Council, and the US Department of Magic and the American Wizards Association have decided to accept it."

Klein stood up, pressed his hands on his desk, leaning forward slightly: "Now, as the Secretary of the US Department of Magic, I am telling you that given that your current mental state is not competent for too heavy work, the Ministry decided to temporarily remove you from the Director of the Auror Office and Vice President of the American Wizards Association. However, considering that you have extensive work experience, we have decided to appoint you as the Executive Representative of the Ministry of Magic in Salem Wizards Academy. As for other specific arrangements, we will notify you in the next few days."

There was a depressing silence, and the two of them looked at each other. After a long time, Charles shook his head gently.

"I used to trust you very much, and Shiville and the others trust you as much as I do." The middle-aged man said slowly, with disappointment and anger in his voice. "It's hard to say which one of me or them is more unfortunate - they died, and I, as the only one who survived, have seen the most despicable betrayal."

After Charles finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the office. The wooden door was closed heavily, making a muffled sound.

Klein's face was gloomy and he looked deep at the office door, as if he wanted to see Charles who had already left through the wooden door. He took a deep breath and sat back into the comfortable chair behind his desk.

"What do you think?"

Klein said to the empty office, as if he was talking to himself, looking quite strange, but the next moment, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

"He's calmer than I thought, but everything is still in the process of planning."

Klein looked in the direction of the sound, and in front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling window of his office, a man in a black robe appeared quietly. The sunlight shone in from behind the man, making it even more difficult to see the man's hood under the shadow of the man's hood. The only thing clearly visible was a pair of golden pupils.

"I'm sorry, why don't you kill him directly?" Klein said gloomyly, pulling out his wand and locking the office door from inside. "I know Charles, he's not someone who will give up easily."

"He is useful to us, so you'd better not touch him." The woman in the black robe said easily, "I know what you are worried about. As long as we do as we have agreed, the transaction between us will not be exposed. The business we have reached before is enough to feed the consortiums behind you for a long time. No one will hold on to this case. Doing so has no benefit except offending a demigod. As for your domestic public opinion, what can you do to you after we help you as the Speaker of the Wizards?"

Speaking of this, the woman paused, her terrible eyes staring at Klein tightly, making him feel a little uneasy.

"But I want to remind you, Klein." Her tone changed, with a cold feeling, "You are a politician, but we are not, so it's better not to play with your dirty tricks with us. There are some methods that are not the best choice for us, but they are the best results."

She raised her hand, and this action made Klein, who had been watching her, tighten her body, which caused the woman to chuckle. She waved her hand and threw a gold coin at Klein, and was carefully caught by the latter.

"This thing can be contacted and used in your hands," the woman said, "By the way, your desk is a bit too big."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman disappeared silently. Klein was stunned for a moment, and his expression became gloomy. He looked down at the gold coin in his hand, the size was just like a golden gallon, with the same pattern on both sides - a triangle surrounded by magic patterns, inside which was a sun with flames, reflecting strange light, as if it was really burning.

Klein couldn't help but see, and suddenly, the originally golden sun suddenly became pitch black, and then a golden gap appeared from the middle of the burning black sun, slowly tearing into a narrow pupil. In this way, in Klein's horrified gaze, an eye burning with black fire appeared from the gold coins and stared at him coldly.
Chapter completed!