Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

The black eyes kept dilating in Lewis's pupils, his whole body was full of rage, and the only reason left in his mind was gone.

kill! kill! kill!

Inside the locket, Tom Riddle's eyes were a little distracted, but a smile appeared on his face. He knew what Louis was going through.

He was kneeling on the ground, smelling black and red. Riddle knew that if things continued like this, Louis would definitely fall into the real darkness and become one of their dark wizards.

. . . . .

What am I doing?

He caressed the dark land, surrounded by rivers of blood. The negative emotions Voldemort gave were enough to make any ordinary person collapse and destroy people's beliefs.

But Louis has always been stubbornly resisting. There are all kinds of negative information in his brain, and there is only a trace of thoughts. The smiles of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Colin appear in his mind, and he thinks of participating in the Quidditch World Cup together. scene.

Also, she, Astoria's face gradually became clear in her mind, and warm emotions gradually appeared in her heart. The way she looked at Louis seemed to say, I believe you.

Dumbledore is right, love is also a force, it exists in the human heart. However, Voldemort, who had completely fallen into the realm of a demon, didn't understand at all.

Therefore, he never understood why on that night thirteen years ago, his Avada Kedavra could not kill the boy, but instead made himself extremely weak.

"Still resisting? What's going on?"

Riddle frowned. It had been half an hour, and it was completely beyond the range that ordinary people could bear.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed from the other direction of the locket, and Riddle's eyes changed, with unprecedented fear flashing in his eyes.

Who is Voldemort? The second generation of the Dark Lord. He is so powerful that only Dumbledore can defeat and punish him. Before the Potter family incident, if the White Wizard King had not formed the Order of the Phoenix with him to suppress it, Voldemort and the Death Eaters would have been suppressed. The disciples may have taken over the British wizarding world.

But now, Riddle's eyes turned completely to fear, as if he saw his natural enemy, and he saw something extremely terrifying.

The light got closer and closer, and then a wizard in white robes holding a staff appeared.

Where the white robe passed, the dark power occupied by Voldemort was disintegrated. Riddle was positioned there, and the white robe went straight through his body.

"It is indeed you. It seems that my feeling is not wrong."

The white-robed wizard squatted down. He put one hand on Louis' head, and saw a faint mark on his forehead in his eyes.

"My child, you have suffered enough."

The white-robed wizard muttered something, and the flashing light from a thick wand suddenly penetrated his mind.

The blood-red world began to collapse, and the black eyes stopped, their pupils shrank severely, and there was a trace of resentment in their eyes.

Then, under the wanton increase of the white light, the black eyes finally couldn't resist it and slowly dissipated in the sky. The moment it left, all the negative energy suppressing Louis' heart disappeared.

He raised his head and saw a shining, kind old man.

"You're awake and you're doing great, kid."

"Who are you?" Louis was puzzled by the sudden appearance of this old man. He had never seen a wizard dressed like this before.

In my impression, only Gandalf would wear this kind of costume.

The white robe smiled. He did not answer Lewis, but turned his head and looked at the already weak Tom Riddle.

He threw the staff to the ground, and white threads immediately wrapped around Riddle's body, binding him tightly, and then turned into a little halo of light.

The fragments of Voldemort's soul stored in the locket completely dissipated.

"Thank you." Lewis could feel that the old man's strength was unfathomable. He could destroy the soul body in a Horcrux with just a few moves.

"I should thank you, child. Because it was you who woke me up." The old man looked at Louis kindly.

"Me?" Lewis didn't know what the old man was referring to. He only remembered that he was controlled by those black eyes.

"You have my mark on your body." The old man pointed to his forehead, "If I guessed correctly, you should have passed my wisdom test."

Lewis touched his forehead. He didn't know when a golden mark appeared on his forehead, which seemed to be engraved in his soul.

Could it be the Sphinx? What kind of test of wisdom is this old man talking about?

For a moment, Lewis thought of a possibility.

"Are you Master Merlin?"

The white-robed wizard paused for a moment when he heard this, but then he did not deny it.

"It seems you still know." Merlin walked up to him, "But to be precise, I am just a soul mark."

"So, this locket is really yours?"

Louis meets Merlin, the legendary medieval master of magic, for the first time.

"You can say yes, you can say no." Merlin did not give an accurate answer. "I did make the locket. I left it in the temple so that qualified descendants can use it."

The temple again? According to the Sphinx, the Ravenclaw crown also came from the temple. According to this, could the inheritance of the four founders be brought from the temple?

"The power of the locket is powerful, and it usually affects the soul." Merlin continued, "At that time, we believed that the stronger a person's soul power, the stronger its magical power would become, so when this After the locket is deeply opened, the wizard's soul power will increase exponentially."

"Of course, the evil spirit's soul power is completely unable to withstand this level of growth. Once an evil person takes advantage of it, he will be swallowed up by his own desires and become a real devil."

After listening to Merlin's words, Louis even began to suspect that Voldemort should have been influenced by the locket when he became like that. He probably discovered the secret of the locket when he was making the Horcrux.

"Then how do I use it..."

"Your current strength is not enough to bear it, child." Merlin smiled and shook his head, "But I can do you a favor. Well, there is a sealing power in your body that I can help you open."

As he spoke, his staff touched Lewis's forehead again. He trembled all over, and an indescribable power filled his body, and then was completely absorbed by himself almost instantly.

"This power is what that boy left behind. I think the four of them are the most promising to lead the wizard to glory, but unfortunately, they fell apart after all."

Merlin was lamenting the legend of the four founders of Hogwarts, which indeed made him very sad.

"One more question, Mr. Merlin." Louis said suddenly, "Are the eyes and the world I saw before true?"

"It's true, child." Merlin said in a positive tone, "The wizard's negative emotions will be communicated to the dark latitude. Everything you see is the scene of the dark latitude, and those eyes are from the dark latitude. The controller, we call him, the evil god.”