Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

A powerful magic power surged wantonly in his body.

Louis has never experienced such a chaotic feeling. The four forces are in constant conflict and arguing with each other. He was just a thirteen-year-old child, how could he withstand such an impact.

This was unlike the previous magic enhancers, which only had a temporary effect, and there happened to be an outlet for magic at that time, so it did not have a big impact on the body.

But this inheritance comes from the magic of four powerful magicians thousands of years ago, and they are four magicians with extremely balanced strengths.

At this moment, within the Wansheng Stone, clouds of four colors were spread all over, and thunder flashed suddenly, as if it was the end of the world.

"Kid, hold on."

Lius looked up at the sky outside the window, his eyes full of worry. He couldn't help at all with regard to inheritance, and Louis had to rely on himself for everything.

Within the origin of the soul, Louis had lost consciousness, and his whole body sat on the ground. The unconscious Louis was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

The flushing and squeezing of magic power destroyed the bloodline functions in his body, and at the same time as it was being destroyed, those magic powers contained the power of creation, nourishing and improving the magic potential in his body.

Although Louis was unconscious, a memory in his mind that did not belong to him was opened again.

As his thoughts wandered, a young man with black hair sat on a hillside made of wheat grains, turning the snake-shaped wand in his hand and chewing dry straw in his mouth. There was a faint evil light in his eyes.

"You are indeed here."

A smart and gentle female voice came from behind the man, and the black-haired man knew who it was without even turning his head.

"What? Godric asked you to be the lobbyist. Where are the others?"

"He won't let me come over. You know, he's stubborn."

"Hmph." The black-haired man spat out the dry straw in his mouth, "That's no need. I will not agree to protect this poor village."

"If you really didn't agree, you would have left long ago, Salazar." The girl shook her head slightly.

"Don't try to know what I'm thinking, Helga." Salazar Slytherin lay on the haystack, waving his wand, and the starry sky above the night began to change.

"You are actually a kind-hearted person, but you don't want to admit it."

"That day Rowena was besieged by Blackadder. It was you who saved her."

"It's just easy." Slytherin whistled, "If it weren't for me, she would be more than capable of dealing with those trolls."

"But it won't be that easy." Helga continued, "Although I admit that Rowena is indeed very strong, she is not comparable to you and Godric in terms of combat experience."

The Gryffindor militant gained experience through duels. But Slytherin relied on his inner determination to kill and the power of black magic he practiced.

"Sister Helga."

A little elf girl came bounding towards where Slytherin and Hufflepuff were sitting.

"Little Yami, what's wrong?" Hufflepuff's voice was always so soft, and she gently stroked the little elf girl's forehead with her hand.

"Thank you for cooking these delicious foods for us. It turns out that there are such delicious foods in the wizarding world." The elf Yami looked at Hufflepuff with her big flashing eyes. At that time, the elves had not been enslaved by wizards, but Their lives were not ideal either, because their magical specificity caused them to be suppressed and bullied by many wizards, especially the then-infamous Blackadder Legion.

"You're welcome, little Yami, it's just a little effort." Helga smiled slightly, "If you want, my sister can teach you in the future."

"Really? That's great." Xiao Yami jumped up for joy, "By the way, I almost forgot, I just learned a new magic from my mother, which is said to be able to summon the souls of the dead."

Slytherin turned his head, Yami's words aroused his strong interest.

Even he had to admit that the elf's magic was extremely magical. The wizard still needed to use a wand to cast spells to maximize the stability of the magic, but the elf generally cast spells without a wand.

"But dad said this kind of magic is of no use." Yami lowered his head, his big ears looking quite depressed, "He said it was just the wandering of the soul body and not a real resurrection. If things from this world are summoned for a long time, they will cause disaster."

"It's okay, little Yami, any magic has its meaning." Helga comforted, "Just like my food magic, although it can't fight, doesn't it make our lives better?"

After hearing this, the elf nodded vigorously. Children's hearts are flawless, and their emotions are all coming out one after another.

"Then let me show you." Yamei put her hands on her chest and closed her eyes gently. After a while, a ball of silver light slowly appeared on her hands.

The silver light gradually changed, suddenly flew out of her hand, fell to the ground, and gradually turned into a human form.

It was the image of a young girl, staring around in surprise, as if she was surprised by everything happening around her.

Helga and Yami both stared at the soul girl strangely, but the Slytherin on the side was stunned.

He, who had never had any emotions, shed tears immediately. He never thought that the elf's magic would actually summon his sister who had been dead for many years.

Salazar's emotions collapsed at this moment. His sister was the regret in his life, and she was also his only support in the Slytherin family.

"Long time no see, brother."

"I have never blamed you. Thank you for protecting me since childhood. Now it's your turn to protect them, brother."

Not long after saying these words, the soul body collapsed instantly. Xiao Yamei's magic power was only enough to support the time span of a few seconds. If she wanted to stay for a long time, she needed other media as assistance.

Maybe a stone?

Slytherin couldn't let go for a long time. Even Helga, as a friend, had never seen Salazar like this before. She remained silent, patting Slytherin's back with one hand and letting him vent to his heart's content.

She signaled Xiaoyami to leave quickly, not wanting others to see this side of Slytherin. After all, if a vicious person had a weak spot, it would become his fatal weakness.

"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"

Salazar Slytherin gathered his emotions, and the biggest knot in his heart was untied. He slowly stood up and walked towards the houses in the village.

"Get ready. Tomorrow, I will live and die with this village!"