How to break into a ring

In the summer of 1996, London, England.

This is obviously a bad season. The neatly manicured lawns in the neighborhood are withered and yellowed by the scorching sun, and the water cocks are weakly spraying water droplets to cool down the gardens and roads, but the effect is not ideal.

The TV by the window was showing a news that an old woman who lived alone was murdered at home.

The air was so hot that it seemed stagnant, the street was empty and there was no one to be seen. The garbage pile at the corner moved, and a dark fluffy ball slowly crawled out of it.

This is a black and thin kitten, the whole body is dirty.

One of its legs appeared to be broken, its movements were sluggish, and its head drooped.

Stains and blood stuck to its fur, forming a hard lump.There was still half a broken plastic bag hanging on its body. When the kitten, which was thrown into the garbage dump as a corpse, suddenly raised its head, several black fireballs burst out in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the kitten's limbs went limp, and it completely fell to the ground.The black fire floating around disappeared with a puff.

A whimper resembling a moan of pain came out of its throat, and it struggled for a long time without being able to get up.

The ground was scorched by the sun, and the sound of whimpering gradually stopped. The kitten lay there motionless, except for the sharp light shining from the dark blue eyes that occasionally turned.

Some invisible black mist gradually condensed, but before it took shape, it exploded immediately.

There was a lot of commotion this time. Several windows along the roadside in the block were pushed open. A man with a Yorkshire accent cursed a few words. He thought it was the vagrants who were playing tricks.Others have the same opinion as him. Those dirty naughty ghosts often throw hard objects into the trash can far away, and then run away quickly after making a loud noise. Sometimes glass windows will also become victims.

Looking at the messy and overturned garbage, although annoyed, no one wants to go out with a baseball bat and teach the group of homeless children in this hot afternoon.

"You ungrateful bastards, they eat food from the church, wear clothes donated by well-meaning people, and then they come out of the orphanage and do such a thing!" The fat male owner of No. [-] Privet Drive waved Clenching his fists, he said to his neighbors, "They should all be sent to schools with stricter regulations, where disobedient children will be whipped. Without such education, they will have to go to prison in the future!"

His neighbor frowned and closed the window heavily.

They usually seldom have such indecent behavior, but number four Privet Drive always makes some strange noises that make people headaches in summer. They know that the Dursleys who live in number four have adopted a relative's orphan, but The kid was always causing trouble, and occasionally an owl was seen hovering over the roof, which only happened in the summer, as if it had come back with the kid who lived in the boarding school.

The worst was six years ago, and people can hardly recall July 1991.Even now, it annoys many people because the guano can leave unsightly stains on their tidy roofs and glass windows.

Mr. Dursley used the fat on his face to squeeze out a smile. After all the neighbor's windows were closed, he immediately asked Mrs. Dursley next to him: "Where is he... I mean, where is he? Damn it, don't be fooled by me It was found that he made the noise again."

The tall and thin Mrs. Dursley vetoed in an almost nervous tone: "Of course not, I'm sure this time...you don't think he's been particularly quiet this summer, especially...depressed, look, compared with him, our Baby Dudley is in good spirits!"

The fat son whom she praised as being in good spirits was lying on the sofa in the living room, looking listlessly at the open refrigerator door, as if he wanted to stuff himself in.

"Huh, so quiet? I bet those so-called friends and monster classmates of his didn't write to him!" Mr. Dursley called out to the last cramped room on the second floor. It's time to happen!"

The door was tightly closed. Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived" in the wizarding world, the prophesied savior who would defeat the Dark Lord—in fact, he was a troublesome figure in the Dursley family and neighbors in the neighborhood. Standing in front of the narrow window, looking at a little ball of black pompom next to the street trash.

With round glasses on the bridge of his nose and messy hair, Harry had been staring at the kitten for a long time.

The situation outside is extremely chaotic now. He also received a defense guide issued by the Ministry of Magic yesterday. The Death Eaters have killed many wizards and destroyed several bridges this summer. Made Harry jump out of bed quickly.

Ever since meeting a dementor around here last year, Harry knew the Muggle world wasn't safe either.

The ball of black pompom moved, and slowly got up from the ground. It swung its paw heavily, looking a little angry.This humanizing gesture made Harry realize that it might not be an ordinary cat.

The same dirty black, Harry couldn't help but think of his godfather.

A great sadness has always hung over him, since the death of Sirius.

"There's a cat in Privet Drive that might be an Animagus," Harry wrote as he pulled out the parchment, then stopped.

Who could he get Hedwig to send this letter to?

The Minister of Magic has changed, the Death Eaters are out in the open, and there's panic everywhere.Dumbledore must be very busy, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​similar. If he sent the letter to Ron and Hermione, it would only make them worry.

The cat had disappeared around the corner.

Of course it didn't know that there was a little wizard watching it for a long time through the window.

——Because even God has never encountered such a bad luck.

The scorching hot temperature is like the doomsday volcano where the memory lasts.Before the outflowing magma completely engulfed everything, the shape of the dark power collapsed, the Lord of the Rings was destroyed, and Melkor was expelled from Arda, and he would lose all his power.

This is something more terrible than failure: becoming a ghost of nothingness, never regaining form until the world is destroyed.

... to see Melkor again in front of the Eternal Hall of Iluvatar.

No one knows what the fate of the final verdict of the Great Music of Creation will be.

It is absurd to say, who is the god who least wishes Arda to be destroyed?Although the gods of Aman love everything in this world, they will obey the will of Iluvita's creation movement, and time will turn beauty into decay and purity into complexity.Music always has a closing chapter, everything has a moment of death, and the glory of Arda is as important as its end.

But Sauron is completely different from what they thought! !

The main god of Arda is called Vera, which means to maintain the fundamental power of the universe. If Arda dies completely, the power will return to Vera-this is the most beneficial for Melkor! !

Therefore, Sauron is the god who least wants Arda to be destroyed.

【You are not much better than me! 】

Silent sarcasm, if that's the last words between them...

Then they need to end this entanglement caused by mutual deception after thousands of years, or at the end of time.

【I'm very happy... In the end, we will be regarded as the same by Iluvita and fate. ] are the leaders of evil and darkness, and they are the objects that need to be judged.

After Sauron finished speaking, he was ready to accept this inexplicable failure but——

Many things in this world are ruined by "but".

As a powerful demigod, Sauron didn't react for a while.

A dump of rubbish scalded by the sun, an airtight black plastic bag... Who would have thought that a demigod would have to crawl out of such a place.There are countless forms used by the gods, and they are basically the appearance of elves and humans. Even if there is a particularly weird choice of spiders, without exception, they all have the appearance of showing great strength.

Who will become a kitten?

Especially since this was a cat that had died and was thrown into the trash with a limped leg.

Sauron tried to leave this body, but he was unsuccessful. The sharp tingling sensation continued to intensify and spread. Once the powerful power in the essence of Shenyuan was used, the kitten's body immediately shattered from the inside, and at the same time, the power of God also repaired the damage. ——In the end, he was still an unlucky lame cat who couldn't even beat a stray dog.

The greatest impact on the Dark Lord, the Lord of Mordor, is not his inexplicable landing on a cat, but the world in which the cat lives.

Arda was not without brilliant architects.

Gods, elves, humans, all of them.The gods designed the mountains and oceans of the world, and the elves learned a lot from the gods. They could forge weapons and build magnificent and beautiful cities, and humans got knowledge from the elves.Look at Minas Tirith, Osgilias, and Minas Ithil of the Gondors... and Isengard occupied by the white robe wizard Saruman, the Orthank tower in the middle It was not built by stacking, but left after the peaks of the hollowed out rocks were cut and hollowed out.

Desolate, majestic, and miraculous.

But no one in Arda has ever created a row of exactly the same houses. The Gondorians also love to build lawns, but they are solemn and solemn before the white trees of the palace, not a small piece of green space that is exactly the same before and after each house.

There are strange things broadcasting the situation in the distance in the window.

Like the true knowledge spar, it can zoom out and zoom in on a certain scene, and the picture is very clear.

——The point is that every living room has such a square crystal of true knowledge.

When did the crystals of true knowledge made by the Noldor Bright Elves become so worthless? !There are only seven in the entire Kingdom of Gondor, and after time has changed, it has become a mysterious legend sealed in parchment.

The one in Mordor was the spoil of war that the Witch King of Angmar turned in after he captured Minas Ithil.

A kitten that became a container for the arrival of the devil walked four streets along the corner and decided decisively that this place is a maze, because not only are all the houses exactly the same, but even the turns are completely similar to the flower beds on the corner.

"Snapped!"

There was a slight pop.

A certain wizard who apparated at the corner of the street looked around nervously, only to find that there was only a cat behind the flower garden, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, mumbled the correct address, and disappeared on the spot with a bang.

"..."

Who will tell the Demon King when human beings became so powerful?