Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

The night began to get a little cold, and the three Dumbledores were walking on a narrow street, surrounded by rows of buildings.

The narrow passage became a good vent, and the biting cold wind mixed with the breath of summer made Harry shiver involuntarily.

"Professor, why don't we just apparate to your friend's house?"

"Because that's very rude, Harry." Dumbledore walked at the front to block a lot of the cold wind for them. "We are asking for help from others, not kidnapping him. Politeness is the most basic requirement, of course. , Most wizards’ residences have spells to resist disembodiment, such as Hogwarts and the surrounding Forbidden Forest.”

"You can't disapparate in the castle or the hunting ground." Harry said quickly, "This is what Hermione told me."

"Yes, that's right. There are still many taboos in Hogwarts. Even I don't know when some things came into being." Dumbledore explained.

But being a principal comes with privileges. For example, the principal can come and go where other wizards cannot apparate.

"This way."

They had arrived in front of a church, and the bells in the church rang twelve times to mark the arrival of midnight. This made Harry feel a little strange.

What kind of old friend has to go to see him in the middle of the night, and he has to bring a guy he has never met before.

Thinking of this, Harry looked up at the man who called himself Oliver. This name reminded him easily of the former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. This guy was also tall and thin like Wood.

Louis noticed Harry's gaze and smiled at him, but he didn't say much to Harry.

"Oh, there's one more thing, Harry."

"You should already know about Fudge's resignation."

"Yeah, of course."

Harry nodded. They had been discussing this matter all summer. His replacement was Scrimgeour. Harry had seen him in Sirius' ward. To be honest, the first impression was not good.

He is a resolute master, and I learned from Ron that Mr. Weasley's opinion of him is not low. At least, he is more experienced than Fudge in dealing with Voldemort and other dark wizards.

"The replacement of the Minister of Magic means that this will regain its effectiveness."

Dumbledore took out a token from his arms, and Louis squinted his eyes. It was the Demon Order he had recently lost at the Ministry of Magic.

He didn't know how the old man found it, but this demon order brought him a lot of convenience.

"This is not Louis'..."

"Yes, I picked it up at the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore thrust the token into Harry's hand. "Although he is missing now, I think he wouldn't mind letting you use it."

Louis looked speechless on the side. Of course he wouldn't mind giving the token to Harry, but Old Deng did it even though he knew he was there. Isn't this pure NTR?

"But, Professor..."

"I said hello to Rufus, don't worry, I think Louis would agree if he were here, don't you think so, Oliver."

Dumbledore greeted him intentionally or unintentionally, and Louis spread his hands helplessly.

"Of course, he should be your best friend, even if you just want to keep him as a friend, it's okay."

Louis didn't understand why Dumbledore would hand over the Order of Demons to Harry, but this thing was a bit useless to him now, so it was better to let him help people who needed him more.

Harry is such a person. After Voldemort returns, this boy who once survived the disaster is destined to become the most popular existence. At this time, letting him hold the Demon Order will reflect the Ministry of Magic's greatest support for him.

Harry didn't say anything. He silently took the Demon Order. He didn't know if this token reminded him of the war at the Ministry of Magic two months ago, and he felt a little disappointed.

There was no words along the way, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. They passed a bus stop, and the scene in front gradually opened up.

Their destination was just ahead, and a neatly tidied stone hut appeared in front of them.

"Ah, yes, the goal of our trip." Dumbledore pointed to the stone house with his finger, with red runes carved on his hand.

"Where is this? Professor."

"The village of Balad is within the territory of Geragos."

Suddenly Dumbledore's expression became serious. He took out his wand from his waist and slowly approached the room.

Louis saw that the chain at the door was broken and the door was half-ajar, as if someone had gotten in first.

This was indeed very confusing. Louis shook his head. If he hadn't known it in advance, he would have been deceived.

Dumbledore looked at both sides of the street, but there seemed to be no one there.

"Harry, Oliver, pull out your wand and follow me, get ready for battle." He whispered to the two of them.

Pushing open the front door, they quickly walked along the path at the garden entrance, and then quietly entered the back room.

"Fluorescence."

The front end of his wand lit up, and Louis noticed the environment inside. It was a completely messy scene. An old man's wall clock fell at their feet. The clock face had cracked, revealing the core inside. Only one hour hand was stable. Lying on the dial. Walking inside, I saw a piano lying on its side, with mats and feathers flying all over the place, and it looked shriveled.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there seems to have been a war here.

No, not as if, the blood stains on the wall said it all. . .

"It's tragic, isn't it? A terrorist attack broke out here." Dumbledore said seriously.

He walked carefully to the middle of the room and looked carefully at the glass shards.

"Did Death Eaters do it? Like with Mrs. Burns?"

Harry had seen a lot of attacks in the Daily Prophet recently, and even though he was in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, one of the safest places in the UK, he often felt on tenterhooks.

"No, I don't think so." Dumbledore quickly denied, "I think Oliver thinks so too."

"According to the habit of the Dark Lord, if he causes an attack, he will definitely use what you call the Dark Mark." Louis pointed to the sky, imitating an American wizard who had just arrived in the UK, "There is no such thing here, it's not like that." It's their style of doing things. Moreover, what Death Eaters like most is to carry out large-scale and complete destruction. The overall structure of the hut seems not to be affected from the outside. By the way, there seems to be some smell in the air. "

He sniffed hard, and it seemed to be the fragrance of red wine. .

"If it's not a Death Eater, then it's possible..."

"Yes, the person we are looking for is still here."

I have to admit that the guy's camouflage ability is indeed outstanding. Lewis can't find his location just by judging with the naked eye and the induction of magic. However, he also has a way, which is to completely destroy the place through a large range of magic.

Perhaps time magic can help too?

Just as Louis was thinking wildly, Dumbledore walked up to them confidently.

"Oliver is right, he is still here, give way to Harry."

Soon enough, the old man suddenly inserted his wand into a single sofa next to them, and heard a scream from the sofa: "Ouch!"

"Good evening, Horace, my old friend." Dumbledore smiled and put away his wand, "Long time no see, I have to admit that your disguise skills have indeed improved."

Louis and Harry were surprised to see that the single sofa turned into a bald, fat old man almost instantly.

He held his belly and rubbed the area that had just been stung by the wand. Tears flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be a reaction caused by the pain nerves.

The man in front of me is none other than Dean Slytherin from decades ago, the current Dark Lord's favorite Hogwarts professor, celebrity collector, and potion master of the older generation, Horace Slughorn. .