Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Why do you always have to be there every time something happens?"

Professor McGonagall was a bit dumbfounded. Indeed, the three attacks were more or less related to Harry and the others.

"I'm also very troubled by this problem, Professor." Louis spread his hands.

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore stepped forward and observed the petrified Justin and Nick who was paralyzed on the side.

"Strange, really strange." Dumbledore looked at the ghost, "It is impossible to kill the ghost, because they have already died once."

"But in this case, Albus."

"Nick is not dead." Dumbledore shook his head, "I just didn't expect that the monster has such magic power that even ghosts will be affected by it."

Even Dumbledore didn't expect that he was an omniscient existence in Louis' imagination.

"Um, Professor." Louis interrupted, "There are some things I want to talk to you about."

Dumbledore raised his head and stared at Louis with interest, making Louis' whole body look at him.

"Mr. Wiggins, Dumbledore has so many things to do, I'm afraid he doesn't have time..."

"It's okay, Minerva." Dumbledore patted McGonagall's shoulder, "Okay, Mr. Wiggins, I think we need to find a quiet place."

Dumbledore stretched out a hand. Louis looked at his hand and shook it for no reason. Well, if he hadn't known that Dumbledore was out of the closet.

"Mr. Wiggins?" Seeing that Lewis didn't move, the old man asked a little strangely.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore." Louis came back to his senses and grabbed the old hand.

Suddenly, he felt the endless space squeezing around him, and he felt difficulty breathing, as if a steel plate was placed on his chest; his eyes and eardrums seemed to be squeezed into his head.

He felt that all his strangeness was being continuously squashed, compressed from the three-dimensional space to the two-dimensional world, and then - he could finally take a big mouthful of cold night air into his lungs, and opened his eyes filled with tears.

"Did you just Apparate?" Louis panted heavily. He looked around and saw that he was at the highest point of Hogwarts, at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

"Yes, you are very smart." Dumbledore's voice came from the front, "I thought you would not adapt, but you performed very well."

"But, I remember you can't disapparate in Hogwarts."

"Oh, I think, as a headmaster, you still have this privilege." Dumbledore smiled, and the breeze caressed his cheek.

This is the first time that Louis has experienced the charm of space magic. Unfortunately, his current magic power is not enough to fully touch the essence of space magic.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you should know Tom Riddle." Louis stared directly at Dumbledore's back.

Old Deng's head trembled slightly, and he turned his head, his eyes slightly wandering.

After being quiet for a while, as if the air around him was solidifying, Dumbledore finally spoke:

"No one can see Tom's true heart. Even at that time, I would not have imagined how eager he was for power and power."

"He is an excellent student in front of all the teachers." Dumbledore paused. "Popularity, grades, practical experience, almost everything is at the top of the school, especially Slytherin at the time. The dean regards it as his own.”

"It's just that after he graduated, everything changed. He didn't go to work in the Ministry of Magic. Instead, he went to the dark magic shop Borgin Bock." Dumbledore said, as if he was reminiscing, and seemed to feel sorry for the young man.

"Tom was so obsessed with the pursuit of power that in the end he even resorted to any means. Later he returned to school and wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Louis knew this story. Voldemort returned to explore the secrets of Hogwarts, but Dumbledore saw through his heart, so that in the end, no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher taught for more than a year.

"So, pursuing power can lead to loss. I think Voldemort is a good example."

Louis still knew this, but there was an extremely powerful dark wizard outside who was doing evil. Although he was dead, just as Dumbledore had guessed, Voldemort would be resurrected sooner or later.

"Then I think, Professor Dumbledore," Lewis said, "haven't you ever pursued power?"

"Yes." Dumbledore sighed, "But it also cost me a lot."

"That's why I don't want you to regret it when you really fall."

Lewis was startled. Dumbledore's life was also full of twists and turns. The more glamorous a person was, the more painful experiences he had behind him.

"But true strength is always based on blood and corpses. If I don't have the strength, how can I protect my family and friends."

An old man and a young man stared at each other in the astronomy tower. Dumbledore seemed to see the shadow of Tom Riddle in him.

But unlike Riddle, this kid has more ties.

"He's back, Professor, using a special method to control the panic in the entire school." Louis said word by word.

"I'm old, Louis." Dumbledore raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and sighed. This was the first time he said Louis' name.

"But you can also protect the entire school, and the students believe in you." Louis said with a firm tone. No matter how old Dumbledore is, he will always be the most powerful symbol of the White Wizard, and he will always be the only person Voldemort fears.

"The last enemy to be defeated is always death." Louis almost blurted out when he saw the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore squinted, not expecting this eleven-year-old boy to have such profound insights.

"Yes, I have to wonder if you are an old monster like my friend Nick who has lived for centuries and rejuvenated." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go back. Oh, by the way, here's this for you." Dumbledore took out a bottle of blue potion from his arms and handed it to Lewis's hand.

"This is a bottle of magic-enhancing potion. There will be no more than ten bottles in the world. It can enhance your magical energy in a small amount." Dumbledore explained.

"You are right. Real power is used to protect one's family and friends. It's just that I didn't realize it before. Instead, it caused indelible harm to them. I hope you won't make the same mistake I made and take advantage of it."

Looking at Dumbledore's charitable face, Louis took the potion carefully and nodded affirmatively.