Section 1

The sun gradually sets westward and the forest becomes darker. Outside the camp tent, Furong sat in a wooden chair, holding a book in her hand, and read quietly. Fubertol lies on the girl's shoulder, squinted her eyes and motionless, as lazy as a cat.

"Miss, it's time for dinner." The elf Bono walked up to the girl and said respectfully, "Do you have any instructions?"

"Follow it, Bono." Furong put down the book in her hand and smiled at the elf.

"See, Miss." Bono bowed and went back to the tent.

The girl looked at the book in her hand and was a little dazed. She sighed softly, stood up and walked towards the lake. Fobertol opened her eyes at some point, and when the lotus was about to reach the lake, it pecked her ear gently.

"Huh?" Furong was stunned, stopped, and turned to a helpless smile. She looked down at her feet, hidden under the green grass, with ink blue magic patterns. If it weren't for the occasional mysterious light flowing in it, it would be almost impossible to find a magic array drawn on the ground.

Furong looked up at the lake, where the magic circle where Sauron was located was shrouded in black flames, and the surging black flames blocked her vision, but she could feel his presence.

"Is there any danger?" the girl leaned against Sauron's arms and asked softly.

Sauron nodded with an apology in his expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you, but there are some things I have to do."

"Don't be stupid." The girl gently kissed Soren's lips and stared into his eyes, "I love you."

Sauron hugged her tightly in his arms, and his face showed a rare tenderness, "I love you too, I promise you that I will be with you forever."

Furong recalled the words of last night and Sauron, quietly staring at the blazing black flames. The lake was speechless, and the faint evening breeze blew by, and faint ripples were raised, just like a hint of wetness in the girl's eyes, reflecting golden light in the evening light of the setting sun.

It seemed as if she felt the emotion in the girl's heart, Fubertell gently rubbed her head against her cheek. Furong came to her senses, smiled faintly, gently stroked the phoenix on her shoulders, she looked at the direction of Sauron and told her gently as a whisper-

"I love you, no matter what happens, I will be with you."

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Section 2

Just as Furong could not see inside the magic circle, under the cover of the black flames, Harry could not see outside the magic circle, the black fire line rose, and even the sky looked a little blurred and twisted. In the magic circle, Harry's sense of time was a little confused, and he didn't realize it was already evening.

Now, Harry was breathing heavily, holding the wand tightly in his hand. Harry spent the whole day practicing spells. Although he failed to succeed once, the pain of overdrawing caused by excessive casting became more and more serious. He felt his spirits bet like a straightened rope, tensed to the limit and would break at any time. His brain stings like a needle prick, and the muscles in his body seemed to be torn apart. Every time he breathed, he felt a scorching pain in his chest, but Harry gritted his teeth and persevered. Sauron wiped away the last trace of weakness in Harry's heart with the threat of death. Harry understood that Sauron used his own life to bet and cruelly forced both of his brothers into a path that could only move forward but not retreat.

"Give up your weapons!" Harry shouted, and at the same time, a bright red light shot out from the tip of the staff, but it soon disappeared into the air.

Harry took a deep breath. From morning to now, as he practiced again and again, some kind of vague enlightenment appeared without realizing it. This was an indescribable experience, like an instinct, an instinct that resonated with the power of magic. This feeling was something Harry had never experienced before when he learned magic before. Harry sensitively realized that this indescribable experience might be Sauron's so-called perception of the origin of magic. As he continued to cast spells and consciously captured this rare enlightenment, this enlightenment became gradually clear. This process was like a baby learning to walk, accumulating experience through repeated failures and attempts, and finally turning it into instinct.

Harry looked at the wand in his hand in surprise. He had just successfully released the spell. Before he knew it, he made a breakthrough. He looked up at Sauron, with inquiries in his eyes.

Sauron nodded, "As you thought, you have touched the way to perceive the origin of magic. It will be good for you to experience that feeling."

"What should I do next?" Harry asked. "I think it's afternoon now."

"It's already evening." Sauron said that the black flames around him weakened, burning faintly along the magic patterns on the ground. The sun had already set, and stars could be seen in the inky blue sky.

Harry looked around in surprise, and before he knew it, a day had passed. When he looked at Sauron again, he found him sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating with his eyes closed.

"Well, don't we have supper?" Harry hesitated, "Don't we stay here all night, are we?"

"All night?" Soren didn't even open his eyes. "Didn't I say that we stayed here until you succeed or I was wiped out. As for the food-" Sorenton said, "You feel hungry."

Harry was stunned for a moment. He just habitually thought he needed to eat, but after hearing Sauron's words, he was surprised to find that after a whole day of training, he didn't feel hungry.

"Now, what you have to do is calm down." Sauron said quietly, "You can experience the others yourself, I can't help you."

Harry was a little helpless and sat cross-legged on the ground like Sauron. Although he had heard Hermione mention meditation, he had never practiced it himself. When he really sat down, he found it very uncomfortable. His legs became numb for a while, so he had to change to a slightly more comfortable position, although it looked a little awkward.

"No food is needed." Harry thought, he realized the wonder here, and the pain in his body seemed to fade away quickly. "Is it the effect of this magic circle or what magic Sauron used."

"If there is no need for food." Harry looked at Soren opposite him, and had some malicious speculation, "Do you don't even need to go to the bathroom?" But soon, Harry suppressed his random thoughts. He looked at the burning black flames around him. Thinking of Soren's words during the day, he began to calm down and recall the perception of the origin of magic. He knew that neither Sauron nor himself had time to squander.

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Section 3

Sauron sank consciousness deep into the soul, and the fire of the origin around him seemed to be an extension of his will. With the amplification of the magic circle, Sauron sensed the stock of the world, that is, the origin of magic power.

In the battle with Voldemort in the secret room, Sauron realized that Voldemort was moving further than he imagined in exploring the origin of magic. This not only involves the strength of power, but also involves the evolution of the essence of life. The wizards who touched the origin of magic and ignited the original fire were powerful. In history, these wizards all had amazing achievements. Whether they were true or evil, they were respected as saints, but relatively speaking, another name was more appropriate - a demigod.

From the essence of life, demigods are almost no longer humans. Compared with life based on the flesh, demigods are gradually transforming into the energy and rules of nothingness. In the end, their will will override the material world and become a new rule. This is the ultimate goal pursued by all demigods - God.

However, this road to becoming a god is full of dangers. Once it fails, luck will be destroyed. The most terrible consequence is to be assimilated by the rules and become a puppet of the rules forever.

Sauron once defended his original heart, resisted the temptation of power to instinct, and passed the first test; now, he wants to take this opportunity to face a new test - through death and complete the transformation of his body.

Voldemort was destroyed and wandered in the cracks of life and death with the help of the power of a demigod. Although he lost his power, he completed the test of traveling through death. When he was resurrected, he might become stronger. Sauron knew that he had to fight once, even if it was destroyed, otherwise, if he faced Voldemort again, he would have no chance of winning.

Sauron knew very well that from the night when his parents were killed by Voldemort, he embarked on this road that he could not turn back, and could only move forward until success, fear and cowardice were death.
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