Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

This was Louis' first time using Floo powder.

The feeling of traveling in fire is indeed much better than apparating. Being surrounded by flames but not feeling any warmth.

No matter that, he started spinning unconsciously, and he was spinning faster and faster. Just when he felt a little nauseous, the speed gradually slowed down, and then he felt like he was falling.

With a whoosh, Louis slid out of the Weasley's fireplace. His first floo trip made him a little embarrassed.

After patting the dust off his body, he raised his head and saw the Weasley family for the first time.

The facilities inside the house don't look very luxurious and the kitchen is small and quite cramped. Looking around, there are clean wooden tables and chairs in the middle.

"Oh, Louis, my dear boy."

Mrs. Weasley's voice reached Louis' ears, and he hurriedly got up from the ground, his face looking slightly embarrassed.

"Mrs. Weasley..."

"It's okay, Louis." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the breakfast on the table, "You haven't eaten yet. I'll ask Ron and the others to come down."

After that, she walked upstairs step by step. Only then did Louis take a good look at the scene at the Burrow.

The scene in the wizard's house is far different from that of Muggles. All kinds of pots and pans are operating on their own. There is a clock hanging on the opposite wall of the kitchen. The names of the Weasleys are made up of spoons. Where the numbers on the dial are engraved, the words "at home", "out", "missing" and so on are written.

Louis watched helplessly as the hands representing Fred, George and Arthur slowly pointed to "at home". After a while, a fire flashed in the fireplace, and three people climbed out.

"How did it feel for the first time, Louis." Mr. Weasley patted Louis on the shoulder and passed by him and sat across from Louis.

With his mouth full of bread, he could only nod in response.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a sound of hurried running in the stairwell. Before Louis could see the figure clearly, he felt a delicate body pounce on Louis.

"Hey, Ginny, don't be so excited."

Ron's voice came from the opposite door, and his face was also full of excitement. After hearing this, Ginny immediately got off Louis, her face turning rosy.

Louis looked slightly embarrassed and looked at the Weasleys' half-smiling expressions. There is a lion roaring in my heart:

You guys are really enough. My green, healthy and fresh little thing has been filthy by a few of you.

"Okay, kids, stop making trouble. We are running out of time. We have an appointment at twelve o'clock."

Mrs. Weasley also came down the stairs and looked at the watch in her hand:

"Louis, your luggage is in Ron's room. Ron will take you up later."

"Come on, let me show you my bedroom."

Ron waved to him, and Louis stood up from his chair and quickly followed Ron.

The two walked through a narrow passage and saw a dark staircase. Looking up from the bottom, it seemed endless.

Louis followed Ron upstairs. The wooden stairs creaked a bit, making Louis feel that he was in danger of falling at any time.

"The second floor is Percy's room. Ever since he got together with Penello, Percy has never come out of his room." Ron pointed to the half-open bedroom and said, "But mom doesn't care, who's name is Percy?" Xi became the student body president."

Going up, it was not difficult for Louis to find that although the door on the third floor was closed, the decoration at the door made it clear that it was Ginny's room.

"She has been thinking about you for a long time. She has been talking about you since she came home. It has almost exceeded Harry's times." Ron smiled evilly and touched Louis' shoulder.

Lewis rolled his eyes at him, "You are only twelve or thirteen years old, don't be in love all the time, okay? I'm suing you for premature love."

However, Ron's own understanding of relationships is also very superficial. Although he had shown something to Hermione in the third grade, the stupid Ron directly dragged it all the way to four years later.

The fourth floor is Fred and George's room. Since they are twins, their room on this floor looks larger than that of all the brothers.

"This originally belonged to Bill, but after he went to Egypt, Fred and George took over this big room." Ron explained, "Bill is my eldest brother, and of course we are going to Egypt this time to see it. he."

As the eldest brother of the Weasley family, Bill Weasley's grades were not even matched by Hermione's, because he actually got twelve "O" (excellent) in the O.W.L.s exam.

From what Louis knew, Ron's eldest brother later accepted a job at Gringotts, and was a rather mysterious curse-breaker.

"Okay, we're finally here."

Climbing up to the door on the fifth floor, no need to ask, this must be Ron's own room.

He turned the door handle slightly to the side, and a breath of bright colors hit Louis' eyes directly.

Almost the entire bedroom was covered in orange Quidditch posters. Louis has known that Ron likes Charlie Cannon since last year, but he didn't expect that this guy would be so obsessed with it.

"Your reaction is exactly the same as Harry's last year." Ron moved the bed board on the side, revealing a pile of luggage underneath and the sleeping Fulla.

Louis looked around, and there seemed to be nothing special about Ron's room except for his love for Quidditch.

However, Banban, the yellow-haired mouse, was lying on Ron's desk, sleeping soundly. When the two of them came in, Banban seemed to feel something. When he turned his head, he found Louis looking at him with bad intentions, which frightened him.

"squeak!"

Scabbers ran down from the desk and quickly got into Ron's arms. Louis was shocked for a while. He didn't even realize how much shadow it would cause to Peter Pettigrew.

"Scabbers, don't be afraid. This is Lewis, my friend." Ron stroked his pet while saying gentle words. Louis felt a little nauseous when he saw this scene. Well, if Ron knew that he was petting a pet, He is an adult wizard and looks extremely vulgar. I wonder how he will react.

"Hua Lang, Hua Lang."

Just as Louis was sitting on Ron's bed, there was a strange sound coming from the ceiling above him.

"Ghoul, oh." Ron slapped his forehead, "I don't like that guy and want to drive it away, but Dad won't let me. He thinks this thing will come in handy one day. I hope this will happen soon." The day came when that guy was just so annoying."

There will be such a day, Ron, but then the entire wizarding world will be in chaos.

"Dad always likes things from the Muggle world. He thinks all Muggle items are very novel, just like that car." Ron opened the curtains in the house and pointed to the old Ford parked in the garden downstairs.

This blue Ford was originally the Weasley family's magic car, but in the original timeline, due to Dobby's interference, the speeding car was trapped in the Forbidden Forest.

The two talked for a long time, and Ginny ran up from underneath. She told Ron and Louis that there were still some things at home that needed help.

As a result, Ron and Louis split up, one helped Mrs. Weasley look for essential items for the trip, and the other helped Mr. Weasley check the car.

"I don't need your help, Louis. After all, you are a guest."

In the garage of the Burrow, Mr. Weasley was busy inspecting the powertrain inside the car.

"It's strange, why can't it ignite even though everything is fine?" Mr. Weasley pressed the engine start button but there was no response at all.

"Mr. Weasley, you forgot to discharge the battery." Louis looked at it and connected the battery device that Arthur placed on the table to the inside of the front of the Ford.

In his previous life, Louis had already mastered the knowledge of repairing cars, so connecting a small battery was a piece of cake for him.

"Oh, that thing is called a battery? What a strange little thing." Mr. Weasley turned on the reassembled Ford car, and the whole car immediately started.

"It's done, thank you Louis."

The two drove the car to the open space of the Burrow. Louis looked around and saw that the entire Burrow was built in a large patch of reeds. There were no other neighbors around. To put it bluntly, Lovegood on the top of the hill and those on the other side The Diggory family and Weasley are all on good terms.

Being able to live in such a quiet place without having to worry about the long distance to and from get off work has always been a state that Louis has been pursuing.

After everyone was busy, they finally stored a large amount of luggage in the car, and the time gradually pointed to twelve o'clock.

"Time to go kids."

Mrs. Weasley urged the children who were still in the Burrow, and Louis looked at the Ford car strangely. Isn't it going to take a flying train to Egypt?

Due to the limit on the number of people, the Weasley family was divided into two groups. Mr. Weasley drove Ron, Ginny, Louis and Percy in the speed car, while Mrs. Weasley and the twins used Floo fans to their destination.

"Where are we going?"

Lewis got into the car and asked Ginny next to him.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Dad said we seem to have a special way to get to Egypt." Ginny winked at Louis, "You don't think we will take this magic car to Egypt, do you?"

Louis spread his hands. He also knew that it was impossible to use this car to drive to Egypt, but how did a wizard without an airplane carry out large-scale teleportation.

The magic car started slowly. After running on the road for a while, Mr. Weasley suddenly raised his head, and the entire car slowly lifted off the ground as the front of the car tilted up.

This is simply the result of complete floating. There is no technological bonus on the car. This is magic and makes no sense.

Back to the Future is nothing more than that.

The car flew slowly, shuttling between the clouds. Although the speed was not comparable to that of an airplane, there was a different flavor to the speed of the car.

But it wasn't over yet. Mr. Weasley pressed the middle button, and the entire car suddenly became invisible, as if it had disappeared from the world, coming and going without a trace.