Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Not far outside Berlin, there is almost no one around.

Overgrown with grass, only German heavy industry is working tirelessly here.

The roar of heavy machinery echoed through the sky. The industrial operation here seemed to have been going on for decades. Miraculously, there was not a single worker working on this construction site.

A sudden burst of air brought life to this somewhat lonely construction site. Walking out of it were a man wearing a mask and a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Here?" The boy looked puzzled. He didn't know what the masked man was doing bringing him to such a place where no one could shit.

"Do you think Thor will make a big show of it? Over here." The masked man pointed to the hill not far away. The sound of heavy machinery kept making noise in the boy's ears, making him feel slightly irritable.

"I remember that your British Order of the Phoenix is ​​also hidden in a secret place, but it doesn't seem to have a fixed location." The masked man said while crawling up the hillside, "But that's right, the Order of the Phoenix didn't exist very long ago. This is different from The Thors were in the same situation at the beginning."

The two of them were already standing on the top of the hillside, and at a glance, they could see the desolation below.

The boy looked at the masked man with puzzled eyes. The masked man squatted down and tapped the ground with his wand. When the wand struck for the third time, suddenly, the roar of gears louder than the heavy industrial machinery came from the hill below them.

The boy almost lost his balance because of the roar and the feeling of the ground shaking.

He was surprised to see a huge black iron plate rising slowly from the barren yellow land. It looked extremely vicissitudes of life under the scorching sun, like a huge crocodile opening its mouth on the barren grass.

After a while, he saw clearly that it was not a crocodile, but a steel door that opened from the bottom up.

"The air defense bunker was built by the Muggles during World War II. It was originally used by the Muggle leader Hitler to avoid the Allied atomic bombs." The masked man explained, "But later, before the Allies could develop it, Hitler had surrendered. Now, this bunker will be useless."

"You know that much about Muggle history?"

"This is a compulsory course for the German wizarding world." The two of them were already walking at the entrance to the bunker, and darkness gradually eroded their eyes. "Only by being familiar with the Muggle world can the wizarding world survive better."

This sentence is true. Wizards have always looked down on Muggles, but Muggles are the environment in which they live. It can be said that they live and die together.

The door of the bunker was closed, and the surroundings were dark. The boy could only follow the masked man in front of him, and he used his sixth sense to judge the direction.

The passage was so long that the boy felt like he was being swallowed up by darkness. He followed the masked man to a stone door and stopped, feeling as if he had walked for a century.

In front of them was a stone door with a portrait engraved on it. It was a man holding a spear standing in the middle of the crowd. He was shining brightly and descended like a god.

"That's Odin, the priest of Norse mythology." The masked man held a fluorescent wand. "Kungunir is said to be an artifact that can change cause and effect, but it is actually a magical instrument."

"What?"

Before the boy could ask anything, the torches around the stone door lit up, and the pattern twisted into a smooth mirror.

Reflected inside was a head, expressionless, looking at the masked man and the boy.

"Password?"

"I am a legend."

The avatar nodded and slowly opened the stone door. Standing at the door was a young man who looked much younger than the masked man.

"These are all messed up passwords." The boy muttered. Those people from the Thor Society were probably overconfident.

"Why are you back?"

"Isn't that because, master, you rushed back from England?" The young man smiled.

master? This young man is actually the apprentice of the masked man Cyril.

"You want to ask about Blake's situation?" Cyril asked nonchalantly, leaning on his waist.

The young man scratched his nose awkwardly, as if he had discovered something.

"Huh? Master, who is this younger brother?"

He spoke in English, which the boy could understand, but he didn't like the young man being called that.

"Hogwarts student, Louis Wiggins, you should have heard of it."

"Louis Wiggins? Is he Louis Wiggins? Oh my god, he's so little..."

The young man was very excited. He jumped in front of Louis and took the initiative to shake his hand.

"Hello, I'm Mostaro Scott, it's such an honor to meet you."

"Hello, what are you Moss?"

With such a long list of names mixed with a German accent, Louis had no idea what he was saying.

"Just call him Moss. Germans have relatively long names." The masked man smiled, "Okay, Moss, let's go in. Are the president and the others here?"

"President? She is having a meeting with people from the Presbyterian Council. Master, you must have heard about the Avenue of Heroes."

"I just came over there, is there any other news?"

"They're still discussing it, but I feel like we're going to have a tough fight with the Saints."

"It's hard to say." The masked man shook his head, "Those old men from the Presbyterian Church are quite stubborn. They don't want to start a war."

They talked like this all the way, Louis listened to a few words, and they sometimes communicated in German. Louis didn't understand this part, but overall he could understand it.

The backbone of the Thunder God Society are almost all passionate young people. Faced with the Saints' increasingly rampant performance in recent years, they have long been prepared to fight with them. But the top-level forces are all controlled by a few old elders, especially the five old men who founded the Thunder God Society.

Although the president, Messelis, single-handedly fought against the conservative ideas of several elders, in the end, she was only one person.

The three of them had already reached the hall of the Thor Society. Louis looked up and saw that this magnificent scene was even more dazzling than the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The unattainable round ceiling has four large pillars standing in the middle, with four dragons surrounding it. Coiling up, there is a huge black dragon head pressing on the roof.

That's Nighold, the black dragon of Norse mythology.

"So, it's not bad." The masked man stood next to Lewis, "Oh, by the way, let me remind you that your reputation in the Thor Society is not low now."

"Why do you say that?"

Judging from Moss's performance just now, Louis can feel the pressure of fame. This is the same feeling as Harry Potter first entered the wizarding world and suddenly became very popular.

"Because Sirius praised you from time to time when he was in the Thor Society. He is the only person to solve the Saints' problem. The president is also very interested in you."

Louis raised his forehead. No wonder the masked man made such a request at St. Mungo's Hospital. It turned out that this was the root of everything.

"Huh? Uncle Cyril, when did you come back? Wow!"