Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

For the next few days, Louis was either staying in or cleaning the house with Harry and Sirius.

The Black family's mansion has been neglected for more than ten years, and some rooms are even filled with vixens.

The three of them used a special spray, stood outside the safety line, and attacked the curtains and some small and weak places.

Louis saw green pests flying out from the place where they sprayed. Their elf-like bodies were covered with thick hair, and their four tiny fists were clenched angrily.

"Louis, spray it!"

Sirius's voice rang from beside him. When those vixens approached Louis, he saw the right moment, raised the spray high above his head, and attacked fiercely at the pests.

This kind of spray contained a large amount of anesthetic ingredients, so the group of foxes immediately froze in mid-air when they touched it, and made a surprising loud noise when they landed on the ground.

"Hu Meizi are poisonous, so after paralyzing them, they have to be put in the trash can."

Sirius's words immediately impressed Louis. He didn't expect that Sirius had also made achievements in life skills.

No wonder, while he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, he lived in obscurity, and his ability to live independently allowed him to know a lot in this regard.

. . . . . .

The Ministry of Magic's sentence for Peter Pettigrew will come down in a few days. As expected, he will be sent to Azkaban for life imprisonment.

According to Sirius, Peter Pettigrew had an emotional breakdown in the dock when the Wizengamot made his decision. To him, this was the best outcome he could accept, at least alive.

The Daily Prophet personally reported this result, and the entire wizarding world exploded. People wrote to the Ministry of Magic one after another. As Minister Fudge, faced with such a situation, he urgently dispatched a press conference to give a speech.

In his speech, he first admitted his mistakes, and secondly, he announced that Sirius, as the new Auror of the Ministry of Magic, would be responsible for the safety of the wizarding world.

This news is even more exciting than the verdict of Peter Pettigrew. Since Sirius was clarified, he has almost become a hero in the wizarding world.

He endured the humiliation for thirteen years, and for the sake of the truth, he did not hesitate to escape from prison, and he did not hesitate to make the entire wizarding world his enemy. And in the end, when the truth was revealed, he graciously let Peter Pettigrew go, instead of killing him, he handed him over to the Ministry of Magic.

Such a move made Westerners who advocate individual heroism admire themselves. For a time, Sirius's reputation soared. At this moment, Fudge's move was not only to win over Sirius, but also to keep his position as minister. A protective measure.

"You're almost a celebrity." Harry pointed to the photo with Fudge in the Daily Prophet and said to Sirius with a smile.

Sirius shrugged. It was not that he was not used to such occasions. When he was a student, he was the star of many stars. Wherever James and he went, people would look at them with admiring eyes.

But now that he is older, coupled with thirteen years of escaping, he is somewhat out of tune with this world.

"Aren't you a celebrity too, Harry." Louis teased.

In the past few days, he was at a loss as to the progress of the locket. Even if Lius personally researched it, he still had a headache with this Horcrux because he said he had never seen such a dirty, broken, and unbearable soul.

"If you want to use this soul as a psychic carrier, you may have to wait for a while." Lius said, "The negative energy and incomplete power within it will have a great impact on the host itself."

"Is there any way to fix it?"

"Yes, it is said that the ghost tribe has soul repair fluid that can purify the soul." Lius said, "But that was probably a long time ago."

"Have you remembered?" Louis asked strangely, looking at Lius' thoughtful expression.

"Just a little bit, but I'm sure I'm not from your era."

Lius's words revealed some vicissitudes of time. Lewis didn't know how long the old man had lived, but he seemed to know many secrets.

"Why, are you afraid that I am an old monster who has lived for a thousand years?" Lius looked at the young man with interest.

Just when Lewis was about to say something, Lius, who was suddenly talking to him, frowned, as if he sensed something.

"There are two powerful wizards outside approaching you."

Very powerful? Could it be Dumbledore? But how could they be two forces?

After Louis said goodbye to Lius in a hurry, he came out of the Stone of Life.

After opening the door and running down the hall, he saw the figure with the gray beard at the entrance of the hall.

"Louis, I came here as soon as I received your news." Dumbledore waved to Lewis, "Sirius has told me everything. To be honest, I am surprised, really surprised."

"It's just a coincidence, Professor." Louis explained, "You have to be curious."

"The fact that you can discover this thing already shows that you are very successful." Dumbledore's tone was full of appreciation.

"Of course, if you don't mind, you can show it to me?"

Without thinking much, Louis took the locket out of his arms and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry came to the foyer at some point, "I don't understand what this is."

"I can tell you for sure, Harry, this is an extremely evil black magic item created by Voldemort." Dumbledore said, "Do you know why Voldemort did not die completely when he was rebounded by his own killing curse? In fact, it was because of the This kind of thing exists, it can store the human soul."

"It's a pity that Tom Riddle probably never thought that anyone would know his secrets. Just like he looked down on Kreacher, he never felt that anyone under him could be smarter than him. This blind confidence prompted him not to Regulus paid too much attention, so he took advantage of it." Dumbledore's disappointed tone was silent.

"Storing souls? And such magic items?"

"If you want to say this thing is a Horcrux, Dumbledore, you have to be blunt."

The old man standing behind Dumbledore suddenly spoke, and then Louis noticed the wizard who came with Dumbledore.

The old man looked extremely old, with shriveled skin and white hair. He walked with small steps, as if he was in his twilight years, but he was full of energy.

He was dressed in white and spoke with a French emphasis.

Dumbledore gave up his position, and the old man stepped forward, came straight to Harry, and stretched out his hand:

"Harry Potter, we finally meet."

"Hello, sir." Harry looked extremely polite, "but I don't know you."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it's enough that I know you." The old man said excitedly, "The famous Harry Potter is very famous even in France, not to mention that you have used the things I made."

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you said?" Harry's face was full of doubts. He looked at Louis, who spread his hands to express that he didn't know what was going on.

"Harry, this is Nicolás Flamel, the former maker of the Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore, who couldn't stand it any longer, introduced him first.

"It turns out to be you."

Before Harry could react, Louis had already stepped forward.

"You are the legendary alchemist, right? What an honor."