Section 1

"You devil, how can you be worthy of your father and mother? It's a shame for me to have a brother like you." Harry shouted angrily, his hand holding the wand trembling.

Sauron pulled out his wand, stared at Harry with cold snake eyes, and sneered in a low voice, "Get out."

"Please don't hurt him!" A woman stood in front of Harry, "Please let him go."

Sauron raised his hand, "Avadassorm." A green light flashed, the woman fell to the ground, her long crimson hair dissipated, and her green eyes lost its luster.

Sauron looked at the face in horror, it was his mother.

"No-" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs, pointing at Sauron with his wand, "I'm going to kill you."

Sauron wanted to explain, but his body seemed to not belong to him. He raised his wand and looked at Harry, "Avadassaumin--"

Harry fell down, and Sauron stared blankly at his hands.

"Soren, you see, we are the same, this is fate-" A low voice came.

Sauron turned around, Voldemort stood in front of him, smiling coldly, and then, in Sauron's surprised gaze, Voldemort's pale face turned into Sauron's own face. "This is fate - this is fate -"

Sauron's brain was in chaos, he raised his wand—

With a loud bang, Sauron found himself sitting on the bed, covered in cold sweat, holding a magic wand in his hand, and a big hole was blown up on the wall opposite, and the wardrobe that was originally placed there had been turned into pieces.

"Master, Master, what happened?" The elf Bono appeared in the room, looking frightened.

"It's nothing, go down. Go and get me some hot wine." Sauron said calmly.

The elf bowed deeply and retreated. Sauron walked down the ground, pointed at the broken wall with his wand, and said, "Restore as before." The fragments and stones scattered on the ground flew up and put them together again. After a while, the wardrobe and walls were as good as before.

Sauron was completely sleepy and came to the balcony on the second floor. It was early in summer, and a faint blue light appeared in the sky. The street was quiet, with only the sound of insects coming with the breeze. Sauron looked at the sky quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master, your wine." The elf appeared behind Sauron, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and said carefully.

"Thank you, Bono, just put it on the table." Sauron said without looking back and pointed to the small table beside him.

The elf put the wine on the table, but did not retreat as usual. He looked at Sauron's back and stuttered intently trying to say something.

"What's wrong, Bono. What do you want to say?" Sauron turned around and looked at the elf, his tone was gentle.

"That, Master. Forgive Bono's boldness." The elf was a little nervous, "Does the master have some worries? You have always had nightmares recently."

Sauron raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

The elf became even more nervous, but he still stuttered, "The master is unhappy, Bono can feel that Bono is very worried about his master."

Sauron looked at the elf and smiled, "Thank you, Bono. I thought you had nothing else to do with me except fear."

The elf bowed deeply and said nervously, "Master, you saved Bono, Bono is your most loyal servant."

"Don't be so nervous, Bono." Soren smiled bitterly. Bono was fine, but he always seemed timid in front of him, as if Sauron would kill him at any time. "Bonno, do you think I'm evil?"

The elf whispered, "Bono doesn't know if the master is evil. Bono only knows that the master saved Bono. In Bono's opinion, the master is the greatest man."

"The greatest." Soren smiled helplessly, picked up the wine on the table, took a big sip, but didn't taste it, letting the wine slide between the teeth and flow into the stomach, bringing a hint of warmth.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore." Sauron said to himself, "Bono, I'm going out for a while, you stay at home. If someone comes to me, I'll say I won't see you."

"Yes." The elf bowed deeply.

...

Section 2

In July, the weather is obviously much better than in the UK. A young man sat in a seat by the window of the cafe and read the newspaper quietly. His light blonde hair, handsome face, a well-proportioned figure and a delicate black suit attracted the attention of many passing ladies.

After a while, another young man in a brown suit walked into the cafe. He glanced around and saw the young man hurried over and sat opposite him.

"Hello, are you Mr. Soros?"

The young man put down the newspaper, as if he had just seen the person opposite him, with a polite smile on his face, "Yes, I am Soros, who are you?" As he said that, the young man took out his ID from the sea and handed it over.

The young man in a brown suit looked at the ID, returned it back, and said, "Hello, Mr. Soros, I am Pierre, I am here to pick you up, the car is outside."

"Well, thank you so much." Soros said with a smile, let's go.

The two came out of the cafe and got into a car. In the car, Pierre said, "Mr. Soros, you sound like you are British."

"Yes, I'm British," Soros said with a smile. "This place in France is really good, much better than that in the UK."

"Yes, France is a good place," Pierre said happily. "To be honest, Mr. Soros, you are much younger than I thought. You must know that I thought you were about the same age as our Director."

"Haha, it's just good luck." Soros smiled.

The young man named Pierre seemed very talkative, and Soros seemed to be happy to talk to him. Soros seemed to have a unique temperament that made people feel happy to get along with him.

"Mr. Soros, I've seen the prisoner you're looking for before. The reason for that guy was in jail was for fraud, but the amount was not large. No matter how I think of him, he wouldn't be an important person." Pierre asked in confusion.

"Well, this matter is a bit complicated. He knows some important information. I can't discuss the specific situation in detail."

"Haha, I understand." Pierre smiled, saying that he didn't care.

After a while, they arrived at the destination, the prison on the outskirts of Paris. After the accident, the two came to the interrogation room. Pierre stayed outside, Soros opened the door and walked in, and then closed the door.

A middle-aged man sat there, wearing a prison uniform, looking very thin, but in good spirits, his beard was shaved very clean. He looked at Soros in confusion.

Soros sat down across the table across from him. He smiled and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him without saying a word.

"May I know you?" said the middle-aged man in confusion, "What's the matter with me?"

Soros did not speak, but took out a magic wand from his arms in the surprised gaze of the middle-aged man, waved it gently, and set up a magic barrier around them. He smiled and said, "Okay, no one will disturb us now, Boggs."

The middle-aged man was nervous and looked frightened, "Who are you?"

The young man looked at him and smiled coldly, "Don't worry, Boggs. I was not sent by the Ministry of Magic. You are so smart that you actually hid in this place. No wonder they couldn't find you. It's not surprising that this is like heaven compared to Azkaban."

The middle-aged man seemed to calm down a little. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Who are you? What do you want to do when you come here?"

The young man smiled, "It doesn't matter who I am, as for my purpose." He stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and said coldly, "I just want to know who betrayed the Porter family back then."

The middle-aged man was startled and he jumped up and wanted to take something out of his arms. The young man waved his wand at him, and the middle-aged man flew out like a truck hit, hitting the wall, and then collapsed to the ground. The young man walked up to him, grabbed his left hand, and a magic wand flew out of the middle-aged man's arms and fell into his hands. He pointed at the middle-aged man with his wand and said, "Resurrection quickly."

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and saw the young man standing in front of him, holding his magic wand in his hand, and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape. It's been eleven years, and I was finally found by you." He looked up at the young man, "Are you here to catch me?"

Soros sat back on the chair, playing with his wand in his hand, "No, Bergus, I just want to know who betrayed the Porter family back then." He looked at the middle-aged man, "As for who I am, hum, my name is Sauron-Soren Porter."

Boggs widened his eyes, "How is it possible, the Porter's child should be only eleven years old. How could you... you used a compound decoction?!"

Sauron did not reply, expressing his apology. "My parents used the spell of loyalty to hide themselves. If the secret keeper didn't say it, it would be impossible to be found. I want to know who the secret keeper was, in other words, who told Voldemort."

"It's Sirius Black, everyone knows this." Boggs said nervously. "You don't need to come to me."

Soren shook his head, "No, I want more accurate news. I can't enter Azkaban and see Black, so I can only talk to the Death Eater, and check it over and over again, and I learned that two people may have contacted the whistleblower, one is you and the other is Lincole, and neither of you was caught in Azkaban. Now, tell me, who is the whistleblower?"

"I don't know, I haven't contacted that person." Bergers insisted.

"Oh, why bother?" Sauron shook his head and pointed at Boggs with his wand, "Heart-broken"

"Ah--" Boggs howled in pain, rolling and twisting on the ground. Soren did not stop. After a minute, Boggs could no longer howl and twitched in pain.

Sauron stopped and continued to ask, "Now, tell me, who is that person?"

Boggs sobbed, tears and snot flowing on his face. He looked at Sauron in horror, "Yes, it's Peter, it's him. I don't know the specific one. It was Lincol who found him. I don't know anything else. Please let me go."

Sauron smiled and looked at him, "Look, how good it is. Everyone is happy. Then, I want to know where Lincole is now, I can't find him, I think, as his good friend, you should know."

Boggs seemed both scared and regretful after hearing this. He avoided Sauron's gaze and said tremblingly, "I don't know."

Soren grabbed his left hand from the air, and Boggs seemed to be dragged to Sauron by an invisible hand. Soren turned him over with his feet and stepped on his chest, "Don't test my patience, Boggs, you and Lincole are mutually recognized Slytherin, you are his best friends, and you are his secret. Now, tell me where he is."

Boggs smiled weakly, "Since you know that we are mutually recognized Slytherin, you should also know that Slytherin will never betray his true friends."

"Is that?" Sauron sneered, "Hearting."

Boggs howled in pain. This time Sauron lasted longer. Boggs seemed to be dying, so he stopped.

"Are you still unwilling to say it?" Sauron stared into his eyes.

This time Boggs did not avoid it. He looked at Sauron with a trace of determination in his eyes.

Sauron looked at him and frowned. The scrutiny and the spitting agent were useless for the spell of loyalty, and Boggs seemed to be determined to end. After a long time, Sauron stretched his eyebrows and waved his wand. A large brown suitcase appeared on the ground. Sauron knocked on the box with his wand, and the box opened automatically. Sauron took out a cage from it, containing a few mice. Sauron grabbed one, hung it in the air with a wand, and put the cage back into the box. Sauron covered the box and opened it again. Surprisingly, the bottom of the box looked like a deep pit. Sauron used a coma spell to Boggs, then put him into the box, covered the lid, and knocked on the box with a magic wand, and the box disappeared again.

Sauron used a permanent transformation spell to the mouse that was kicking in the air, turning it into Boggs's appearance, but the state of "Boggs" lying on the ground and sniffing around made Sauron helpless, and in the end he had to use the Soul-Snatching Spell to calm him down.

Sauron lifted the magic barrier and pushed open the door of the interrogation room. Pierre was sitting in the corridor and chatting with two prison guards.

"The trial is over, Mr. Soros?" Pierre asked.

"Well, the review is over, the old guy will not say anything." Sauron sighed.

...

Section 3

After coming out of prison, Soren refused Pierre's invitation and returned to the hotel where he settled. In the next two days, Soren tried his best but got nothing. In the end, Soren forced the extracted memory, which was a solution. The forced extracted memory was incomplete, and like the real agent, it was impossible to break the spell of loyalty. Most importantly, Bogers became a vegetable - his soul was destroyed by Soren's spell. Through Bogers' memory, Soren barely narrowed the scope of Lincole, a small town in eastern France.

After checking Boggs' memory, Sauron decided to go to the street. The two-day interrogation made Sauron very annoyed.

It was already dark outside and it was raining lightly. Soren took an umbrella from the shelf beside the hotel door and walked on the streets of Paris with an umbrella. Paris at night is beautiful, and the rain reflects the lights, dazzling and hazy. The hotel is right by the Seine River, Soren walked slowly along the banks of the Seine River. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the sound of rain, accompanied by a cool night breeze, gradually erasing Sauron's irritability for several days from his heart.

Paris is romantic, whether in the past or present life. Even on a rainy night, you can see lovers who are in pairs by the river. The Seine River flows quietly, and the mottled years witness the love of lovers. The rain hits the river, stroking the reflection of the lights on both sides to make the vague reflections of the lights on both sides, just like the hazy feeling lingers in my heart. Sauron walked slowly like this, and finally put away his umbrella, let the rain fall on his face, and then slides across his face, cool, like night, light, like tears - Paris is lonely, whether in the past or present life.

Sauron walked slowly like this, immersed in the melancholy and sadness in his heart - on the banks of the Seine, he was a lonely passerby, coming in a hurry and leaving quietly. He did not notice that an inexplicable wave of magic was emitted from him, making the people around him feel a burst of melancholy and loneliness.
To be continued...