Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Sirius Black? The Sirius Black who killed thirteen people with one spell?"

Mr. Weasley nodded, his expression extremely serious and unhappy. In fact, when he first arrived in Egypt, Fudge had revealed to him that he was going to visit Azkaban.

Now, not long after, something happened in Azkaban.

"It's impossible. Nothing like this has ever happened in Azkaban. It's impossible."

"Is there anything impossible, Percy?" George asked, "It is said that Sirius is a loyal supporter of the Dark Lord, so he will naturally have the means to do so."

"Percy is right, there is indeed something fishy about this matter." Mr. Weasley frowned, "The guards of Azkaban Prison are Dementors, and no one can escape their methods."

When the word "dementor" was mentioned, Louis felt a chill for no reason. They are synonymous with sadness and despair. No one can hide from them, even if they wear a cloak of invisibility, it will not help.

"So, this kind of serial killer is enough to cause a bloody storm in the wizarding world." Mr. Weasley patted the table, folded up the Daily Prophet and put it aside.

"But, Blake must have some purpose for escaping from prison like this." Ron asked.

Everyone was speechless for a moment, as if they were all thinking about Ron's question.

Louis looked in the direction of Mr. Weasley, and he must have thought that Harry Potter was the target of Sirius' release from prison. Although this answer is not very accurate, it is still about 70% correct.

"Needless to say, of course I will follow the Dark Lord."

"But the Dark Lord is gone."

"He will come back, Ron, that's what Dumbledore said. Maybe Black's purpose is to resurrect the Dark Lord." Fred became more and more excited as he spoke, and even slammed the table later.

Louis almost dropped the cappuccino from his hand. OMG, great prophet, you are probably a descendant of the Trelawney family, Fred.

"Ahem." Mrs. Weasley stopped Fred from speaking.

"Okay, everyone, if you encounter Black, just stay far away. If that doesn't work, just pretend to be dead." Mrs. Weasley waved her hand, interrupting everyone's discussion, then stood up and followed the waiter to pay the bill.

Everyone waited for a while and then planned to leave the coffee shop.

"Mr. Weasley, can you please take a moment to speak?" Louis waved to Arthur, and Mr. Weasley followed Louis to the door of the toilet nearby.

"About Sirius Black?"

"You know? Mr. Weasley."

"Because you didn't interrupt when we were watching the discussion just now." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "But you must know something from the look on your face."

Louis took a deep breath. He was not sure whether to tell Arthur Weasley the facts of the matter. After all, no one would believe him even if he told him.

"You must know that Black escaped from Azkaban for Harry."

Arthur Weasley narrowed his eyes, but he didn't show much surprise at this matter.

"It seems you know everything."

"I also know that Black is Harry's godfather."

Mr. Weasley sighed: "Yes, Sirius Black is Harry's godfather, and can also be said to be one of Harry's important guardians today, but what he did back then was too much of a bastard. Not only did he betray He killed his own brother and also silenced thirteen people on the street, including his friends.”

"I know all this, Mr. Weasley." Louis nodded, "But I have to remind you that in the wizarding world, seeing is not necessarily believing, let alone hearing."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Weasley was a little annoyed, "You want to say that Black is innocent?"

"Maybe."

Lewis spread his hands and gave an answer that was not very certain.

"After all, Black was able to escape from Azkaban. This is something that has never happened in the entire history of wizards, but it is true."

"I think all the Dementors in Azkaban are going crazy about Black. If Black's target is really Harry, then Hogwarts will have to be monitored by Dementors." Mr. Weasley thought I can't help but feel a little headache here.

"One more thing, Mr. Weasley." Louis said, "I think you can take a closer look at Scabbers. It may be an unregistered Animagus."

"Scabbers? Animagus?" This time it was Mr. Weasley's turn to be surprised. When did the Animagus wander off the streets and come to his house?

"You've seen a mouse live twelve years, and you remember how it got to the Burrow in the first place."

Mr. Weasley thought about it carefully, but he couldn't think of a reason. It is estimated that after Peter Pettigrew ran away to the Burrow, he cast the Oblivion Charm on everyone in the Weasley family so that he could be completely hidden in this home.

However, this matter is indeed a problem for Mr. Weasley. An unregistered Animagus is actually impossible to deal with. But Louis gave Arthur a little hint, which may be of some help in rehabilitating Sirius in the future.

Everyone left the cafe, but before taking a few steps, they were attracted by the noisy crowd on the street.

There seemed to be a demonstration on the streets of Cairo. There were not many people, but the slogans were very powerful, as if some cult organization was preaching.

They even held high a flag with several large characters written on it:

The wizard got out of Egypt and restored peace to Egypt.

"They're from Second Salem." Bill pulled the crowd and signaled them not to care about these things.

"Second Salem?"

"This is an extreme anti-wizard force organization." Bill explained to them in a low voice. "It was very powerful half a century ago. It first emerged from the United States and then affected parts of Europe and Asia."

"In the name of anti-wizards, they believe that wizards are a cancer that harms the entire society. Every time they parade, I don't know which wizard has his wand broken." Bill shook his head. He also wanted to help them, but it seemed that he had no intention of helping them. Not enough energy left.

"Then the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government don't care about these things?"

"The members of Second Salem are all squibs. They are all born of extremely mixed-blood wizards."

"Nowadays, they have restrained themselves a lot. They have reached an invisible clause with the Ministry of Magic, and they have captured wizards from the bottom of society. This will not affect the authority of the Ministry of Magic, but also satisfy their selfish desires."

Lewis stared at these people, feeling a little angry in his heart. It was like the group of people who said the grapes were sour because they couldn't eat the grapes. In fact, in essence, these members were all wizards, and they all had the blood of wizards.

And this kind of mental destruction is sometimes even more terrifying than the physical destruction.

Thinking of this, Louis quietly broke away from the Weasley family's retrograde team, blended into the crowd of Second Salem, and hurried forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, the parade stopped in front of Saladin's Castle. Louis used his small body to squeeze into the front of the parade. He looked up and saw a woman talking, kneeling on the ground. It was a little boy about ten years old, who seemed to be younger than Lewis.

"Everyone, the existence of magic has harmed the entire world. Now it is our turn to purify the filth."

"Purify, purify, purify, purify."

Like the whispers of demons, they slowly sounded in Louis' ears. The face of the child kneeling on the ground was ashen, as if the whole world had lost its color.

The woman snatched the wand from the child's hand and broke it without mercy. It might have been the first time the child had that wand. Now all hope was shattered.

"Wizards should get out of this world and look at everything around them. Those supernatural phenomena that shouldn't happen are all caused by evil wizards."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Lewis was about to go up to help, but was held back by a hand behind him.

"You can't help him."

Bill Weasley's voice sounded from behind, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

After the marchers dispersed, Louis slowly stepped forward, picked up the broken wand from the ground, and came to the boy.

"Recover as before!"

Although I didn't expect this spell to be of any use, the vine wand flashed with light and with a snap, the broken wand was actually repaired intact.

It seems that since the battle with Obscurus, the strength of the wand has actually increased, and more than a little bit, it can now repair the broken wand, which is something that no other wand has ever done except the Elder Wand.

Louis handed the repaired wand to the boy. The boy finally looked up at him.

"Having magic power is not a bad thing." Louis smiled. "You can use it to do many good things, such as helping others, because you can do everything they can't do."

After listening to Louis' words, the boy gradually came back to his senses, and he took the wand from Louis' hand.

"Don't resent them. After all, they don't understand anything. Just live well in this world. Wizards can also live their own wonderful lives."

"Brother, can you tell me your name?" The boy looked at Louis' figure and finally spoke.

"Louis Wiggins. I hope that if we can meet in the future, you will become stronger." Louis waved to the boy as a farewell.

"I discovered an advantage in you." Bill walked beside Louis, "You quite give people hope."

"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"

Bill smiled. Looking at Louis' expression now, he already regarded him as a friend of the same age.

The two walked on foot, but they did not go in the direction of the Weasley family, but in another direction, which was where Bill promised Louis' know-it-all friend.

You might be able to find some information about your biological mother there.