Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"That's great, Louis."

Hermione was extremely excited. This was even more exciting than her own success in refining the potion. After all, this was considered a joint achievement between the two of them.

If the information in the Room of Requirement were conveyed now, it would shock the entire wizarding world. Who would have thought that the magic potion problem that no one before had been able to solve was solved by two little wizards of eleven or twelve years old.

Holding Scabbers in hand, Louis slipped out of the back door of the Room of Requirement and returned to the common room with Hermione.

"Good night, Louis."

Louis brought Scabbers back to the second-year dormitory. The Gryffindor dormitory was still snoring under the night, and it seemed that it was not disturbed by Louis' two sudden intrusions.

He put Scabbers on the ground, and the mouse ran back under Ron's bed like a maniac. The reason why he caught Scabbers was because he knew that Peter Pettigrew would not reveal anything to him.

What he wants now is stability. He is afraid of death, very afraid of death. And he felt that he had never had true feelings for the other three brothers from beginning to end. But the irony is that Sirius trusts him, and he has always regarded Peter Pettigrew as his biological brother, including James and Lupin.

Louis said nothing, pretending that he had no idea that this was an illegal Animagus. Watching the rat return quickly and silently to the dormitory without any movement, Louis couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and gently The door of the second-year dormitory was closed.

After doing all this, there are signs of whitening in the sky, and a new day is about to begin.

Halloween, a day that should have been celebrated, seemed dejected because Harry promised to attend the 500th anniversary of Nick's death.

It's not that the death anniversary party was not good, it's just that other students were speculating about the delicacies at the Halloween party; the hall was decorated with live bats, and Hagrid's big pumpkin was made into a lantern, big enough for three people to sit in. There were also rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons to perform.

"You promised someone else to go." Hermione emphasized at the side, "You promised him to go to the death anniversary party, weren't you Louis?"

Among this group of people, Hermione and Louis were probably the only ones who were very interested in the death anniversary party.

So, at seven o'clock sharp, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Louis and Ginny passed through the auditorium where the banquet was being held. They walked straight ahead and passed through a door to a gloomy path.

There are two rows of candles planted near this road. The further you go in, the colder the air becomes. This may be the effect of ghosts.

Louis seemed to hear a sound, like the sound of thousands of fingernails scratching a huge blackboard.

"What on earth is this?" Ron's face turned pale.

"It should just be music Ron." Louis advised, silently making a mental note that Ron Weasley was afraid of ghosts.

They turned a corner and saw headless Nick standing by the doorway with a black and purple curtain.

"My dear friends," he said sadly, "Welcome, welcome...I'm so glad you can come..."

He took off his feathered hat, bowed to them, and let them in.

The scene inside is unbelievable. Hundreds of pale, transparent figures in the house floated on the dance floor, waltzing to hideous, creepy music. On the platform under the black screen, a symphony orchestra was vigorously pulling thirty chainsaws. A chandelier overhead glowed blue. Their breath turned to mist; it was like walking into a cold room.

"Okay, I think we should take a stroll." Lewis pointed to such a large and empty room.

"As long as someone doesn't pass through your body." Ron was shivering from the cold. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

As for the arduous task of social ghosts, it is left to Louis to handle it. To be honest, anyone would be scared to stand among such a group of ghosts.

"Oh hey, Nick." Louis took aim at the almost headless Nick who was waiting for the guests.

"Hey, my dear kids." Nick said with a smile on his face, "I'm glad you're here, I'm really glad."

"Thank you. The dinner was great. To be honest, this has to be the best Halloween I've ever had."

"Haha." Nick nodded with a smile, "Our ghost's death anniversary is the same as your birthday. It's just as important. In the blink of an eye, we have been dead for 500 years."

Nick seemed to be recalling his past years, the glorious years as Sir Nicholas, but unfortunately he still inevitably suffered the fate of being beheaded in the end.

"By the way, Nick, I have a question for you." Louis finally put the purpose of the trip on the table.

"Ask the kids, just ask."

"Do you know the legend of the temple?" Louis stared at the almost headless Nick with bright eyes.

Nick paused and slowly floated down from the sky:

"If the temple you mentioned was left by Merlin, then I'm sorry. Even in my time, this temple only existed in legends."

"Then the legend must have a historical basis." Louis pursued him, if even the ghosts of Hogwarts couldn't prove its existence. So this legend is really illusory.

"Yes." Nick's answer made Louis regain hope. "I heard from Bloody Barrow that the four founders of Hogwarts once opened the temple."

"Four founders?" Louis fell silent. In his dream that belonged to Slytherin's memory, Gryffindor was looking for the location of the temple.

"The Temple really exists and has been opened by someone, and Slytherin's locket is a magical instrument obtained from the Temple." At some point, Bloody Barrow appeared next to Louis and Nick, and put the The boy was really shocked.

"What's wrong with Barrow? Don't worry about Peeves?" Nick joked. Relatively speaking, among these ghosts, Barrow should be considered the senior one.

"It doesn't matter what he can do for a while." Barrow snorted coldly, and then turned to Louis, "Boy, you are still thinking about taking the inheritance of the temple, give up, even Chathra was just over that time. The sixth test, and you are just an eleven-year-old kid now, do you know what is really needed to open the temple? "

"It requires the test of the four major races, and now no wizard can reach that level. Technology has corroded the physique of wizards, and now the magic power in wizards' bodies is no longer what it used to be." Barrow said.

While everyone was discussing the temple affairs, not far away, Ron made a ghost named "Myrtle" angry and ran away, while the mischievous Peeves kept chasing after her.