Section 1

The night has quietly receded, and the dim morning light shone through the dense tree canopy, and a faint mist filled it, covering everything in the mist.

Harry woke up very early. The conversation with Sauron last night made him unable to calm down. Sauron's cold words kept echoing in his ears. Harry felt sad and had some enlightenment. Perhaps before that, he had already had a vague premonition of the arrival of this moment, but he had never wanted to believe it. In fact, when Harry chose to face the dark reality, he was surprised - he could be so indifferent.

Harry put on his clothes and walked out of the tent gently. The wet and cold air in the forest mixed with the smell of plants and soil, soothing the stuffiness in his chest a lot. Harry looked at the surrounding environment. In his experience, this was a dense forest far away from people, far and dark, and from time to time the cries of unknown animals came. About a hundred feet away from their camp, near the lake, a large area of ​​woodland was cleared out, which surprised Harry a little. There were three metallic pillars around the woodland. Due to the darkness last night, Harry did not notice these, so he walked over and observed them carefully.

The surface of the pillar faintly emits mysterious patterns, and sometimes some words were written by the writer. Harry did not recognize them, but he remembered that it seemed to be some ancient magic text mentioned by Hermione. The three pillars were buried deep in the land. At this time, Harry noticed that the open space was outlined with complex patterns, and a certain liquid flowed slowly in the patterns, emitting a faint silver light. Harry felt familiar, and this seemed to be something he had seen.

"That's the blood of a unicorn." A cold voice came from behind Harry, and Sauron was standing behind him at some point.

"What is this?" Harry asked in confusion, "some kind of ritual?"

"From a certain perspective, that's what it means." Sauron nodded, and he walked to the opposite side of Harry on his own, "This is a complex magic circle, and it took me a lot of energy to build it."

"You said I'm going to train," Harry looked around, "is it here?"

Sauron nodded in agreement, "Do you think you're ready?" He looked at Harry, "Don't rush to answer, once you set foot on this road, you won't be able to turn back."

"I will not give up." Harry said firmly, "I said I will use my own strength to fight against evil and protect those I cherish."

"Okay, then." Soren shrugged, "Let's start with the easiest way to learn, for example, how to stand up."

"What does it mean?" Harry was confused. "Aren't I standing?"

"Harry, why do you think Voldemort can become the Dark Lord? It makes everyone afraid, why so many Aurors in the Ministry of Magic cannot defeat him."

"Because of the followers of the Death Eaters, they are willing to act as his minions and work for him," Harry said with a frown.

"No, you're wrong, my brother." Sauron waved his finger, "You said you wanted to defeat Voldemort, but you never really understood Voldemort's power." Sauron looked at Harry, his expression became cold, "Today, I will let you understand."

The black flames rose from Soren's feet and wandered along the mysterious patterns on the ground. They quickly ignited the entire magic array. Looking down from the air, the entire magic array was generally a regular triangle with a circle in the middle. Along the axis, a slender line of fire connected Soren and Harry, like a cold eye, staring at the sky.

However, at this moment, Harry in the magic circle no longer had the ability to pay attention to these things. At the moment when the black flames were ignited, the surging magic fluctuations around Sauron made Harry almost unable to breathe, as if all the power was pulled away from his body. Harry couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground, trying to support himself with both hands to prevent him from falling completely. He raised his head and looked at Sauron in front of him - he stood there, looking down at Harry coldly. On the same face, there were golden standing pupils like blades in his eyes. Harry felt an unreality, as if he had been stripped from the real world, and the whole world was left with the soaring black flames.

"I didn't use any spells on you, Harry," Sauron said indifferently. "I just released my power without any concealment. Compared to me, Voldemort at his peak was only stronger."

Harry didn't say anything, he tried to mobilize every thread of strength in his body and tried to stand up. His muscles trembled, and his blood vessels were swelling clearly under the skin.

"You have to understand that Harry, not everyone has the courage to fight in front of such an existence," Soren's mouth was filled with a cruel smile. "Some people are destined to live like ants."

"Is this a ridicule?" Harry struggled, with a firmness in his eyes, "I laughed at my overestimation of my ability."

Sauron shook his head, "I just want to tell you that you are far from it."

Harry didn't reply, trying to control the body that seemed to be no longer his own. The air around him seemed to become sticky and heavy, and his muscles were screaming and protesting with pain.

"Stand up, stand up like a man," Sauron said, his voice cold and calm, "prove it to me, your courage."

"I can do it, I want to stand up." Harry shouted to himself over and over again in his heart. He gritted his teeth and fought desperately against the pressure coming from Sauron. Harry understood that if he couldn't even stand up, then his so-called protection and so-called justice were nothing more than a ridiculous luxury.

"Stand up!!" Harry roared suddenly, and for a moment, as if something had been broken in the depths of his soul. He felt that he could control his body again, and the power was slowly coming back, and the unreality of being stripped from the world was slowly disappearing. The pain of tearing muscles in his body was even more intense. The cold and humid air was sucked into his lungs again, and the heavy breathing sound was roaring in his ears like thunder.

Sauron was still not moving, but just looked at Harry calmly. Under his gaze, Harry struggled to stand up, looking at his golden pupils without any weakness. The faint bloodshot from his mouth and nose made him resist a little hideous.

"I did," Harry said in a rough voice, his body shaking slightly, "What's next."

Sauron raised his eyebrows slightly, Harry performed better than he expected, even many adult wizards may not be able to survive.

"Then, take out your wand," said Sauron. "Next, you need to understand the essence of magic power."

"I don't understand." Harry said, trying to calm his breathing as much as possible, he took out his wand, "What should I do."

"You can cast a disarming spell on me," said Soren. "Don't worry, you can't hurt me because you don't want to."

"Hmph." Harry didn't say anything, he clasped his wand and pointed at Sauron, shouting, "Get rid of your weapon."

Harry was surprised that nothing happened. When he shouted the spell, he felt a sense of unreasonable depression, but he failed to successfully cast the spell as usual. Harry concentrated and shouted again, "Except your weapon." This time, the tip of his staff flashed slightly, but he still couldn't issue a spell. At the same time, the feeling of depression became even more intense, making his head feel a little tingling.

"It's useless. It's impossible to succeed when chanting the mantra like you take for granted." Sauron said slowly, "Did you see those black flames? That's my original fire. Simply put, with the amplification of this magic array, I have confused the rules of this space. Here, unless you can sense the origin of magic power, it's impossible to cast magic."

"What should I do?" Harry asked.

"The easiest way," Sauron said, "continuously release magic, constantly touch your limits, and realize it in the process. Now, let's start."

Harry did not hesitate. He began to try casting spells again and again, but the situation did not improve and he could not succeed. On the contrary, Harry felt his energy was passing quickly and the tingling feeling in his mind was intensifying. Harry understood that this was the manifestation of mental overdrawing.

"Why did you stop?" asked Sauron, "you're wasting your time."

"I need a rest," Harry gasped, "I was overdrawn, and continuing to release the spell may cause a backlash."

"Oh, is that?" Sauron said indifferently, "Harry, I always have a beginning and an end in my work. Since you promised me to train you, I will do it to the end. If you can't meet my expectations, I will not let you out." Sauron smacked his lips, and he waved his hand gently, and a cluster of black fire floated over and changed into various shapes. "I told you that this kind of flame is my origin. I use my origin power to drive the entire magic circle. The origin fire is very powerful, but it is also dangerous. When I use it beyond my limit, the flame will burn my life and soul."

Harry looked at Sauron in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"So, if you really can't succeed, keep dragging on-" Sauron sneered, his tone calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "Then, I'm dead."
Chapter completed!