Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Louis was the only one left in the school hospital tent at night.

Among the four warriors, Louis was the most severely injured. Fleur was only scratched by the dragon, Krum had some minor burns, and Harry was only bitten by the fire dragon, with no particularly serious injuries.

Relatively speaking, Louis was hit hard in the chest by the Quetzalcoatlus and was poisoned. Although he didn't feel anything special, Madam Pomfrey insisted that Louis rest here for a night.

He was lying on the bed thinking about the next challenge. He had passed the first fire dragon project, but for the second project, he had to face holding his breath underwater for an hour.

Theoretically, a gillweed was enough to solve the problem, but he didn't know where to get it.

Should he be so shameless as to go to Professor Strawney? Although that woman would help Hogwarts, he always felt that things were not as simple as imagined.

Barty Crouch Jr. interfered and even moved out the dying Quetzalcoatlus, almost killing Louis.

While Louis was still thinking about countermeasures, the door of the tent seemed to be blown by the wind, and a black shadow came in from the outside thiefly.

"who?"

Louis' eyes were a little wary, and he clenched the wand from under the quilt. Although he was injured now, he could guarantee that the attacker would not get any good results.

"Shh, it's me, Louis."

A familiar voice came from the door, and the next thing he saw was a girl with white hair.

"Astoria? What's wrong with you?" Louis struggled to sit up from the bed, and was patted on the shoulder by Astoria and pressed down.

"Don't get up, your injury hasn't healed yet." Astoria wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"Why are you here?"

"Because, this is my fault." Astoria lowered her head, "I should have told you earlier. At that time, my father wrote to me and told me the content of the first competition event. I didn't believe it at first, but now the result of..."

"It's not your fault, Astoria." Louis gently stroked Astoria's hair, "Actually, I already knew the content of the game. Cedric told me."

"Cedric? Is it Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff?" Astoria thought of something and sat down on a bed next to her. She crossed her legs in her white transparent pantyhose. "I saw him walking very close to the Durmstrang students that day."

"A student from Durmstrang?" Louis thought for a moment. Cedric, the top student in Hufflepuff, didn't like to associate with students from other schools. This was far different from his father's cheerful and kind-hearted character.

However, if you put it this way, it is possible that Cedric got the news about the fire dragon from Durmstrang or Krum.

"What's wrong? Louis? Are you feeling unwell?" Astoria put her little hand on Louis' forehead.

"No...I'm fine." Louis felt the warmth coming from Astoria's palms, feeling a little warm in his heart.

She looked into Lewis's eyes and quickly retracted the hand on her forehead, but was grabbed by Lewis who was lying on the bed.

"What? Take the initiative to attack, and now you want to run away?"

"Who...who took the initiative?" Astoria said in a panic, but her hand was holding Louis tightly.

Just as they were chatting with each other, Madam Pomfrey's voice suddenly came from behind the tent.

"Who is it? It's so late at night, why are you making so much noise? Are you going to let the patient sleep?"

"Oops!" Louis looked around. If Madam Pomfrey found Astoria nearby, she might be furious.

"Quick, come here!" Louis patted his bed. Although the temporary bed in the school hospital was not big, it was enough for two thirteen-year-old children to lie down.

"But..." Astoria's face gradually turned red, and she became even more embarrassed. This progress must have been too fast.

"There's no time to explain, come up here." Before she could refuse, Lewis had already pulled her body over. With Astoria's exclamation and the fragrance of her body, he had already put her down steadily. on the bed and quickly covered her with the sheets.

Just after doing all this, Madam Pomfrey, dressed in white and wearing a white hat, appeared in front of Louis' hospital bed with a fluorescent wand.

"What's going on? There's such a big commotion, is anyone here?" Madam Pomfrey's tone was serious and unhappy. She didn't like anyone interrupting her sleep.

"No...it's okay, I just dropped the water glass." Louis shook the glass in his hand and smiled at her.

"Really? But why did I hear a girl's voice just now?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him suspiciously, and took the wand and looked around.

"Did you hear it wrong? Why are there girls here?"

"It's best not, otherwise..."

Madam Pomfrey's tone was a little serious, and it was indeed a bit funny to say this from a kind-faced old woman.

She walked away with her wand, and when she returned to the office inside, Louis moved the sheets away, revealing the faces of red girls.

"I'm sorry, Astoria, I just..."

The girl glared at her in embarrassment, struggled to get up from the bed, and straightened out her clothes and messy white hair that had just been messed up by Louis in a hurry.

"I...I'm leaving first, you can have a good rest..."

After arranging her clothes, she took a deep breath, kissed his cheek gently, and ran away in a hurry.

Lewis was stunned for a moment, touching the moist lip marks on his face, and the faint fragrance still remained on the bed.

. . . . .

Early the next morning, Louis came out of the temporary tent in the campus hospital. When leaving, Madam Pomfrey warned him about taboos and possible adverse reactions like an old mother.

After a while, he finally returned to the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he entered, he was surrounded by several people.

"Welcome back! Louis!"

George, Fred, Li Jordan and others even fought against Louis.

"You are so amazing. I never thought you could bring us such a big surprise!"

"Yes, you are still the first among the four warriors, and you have a higher score than Harry!"

"First place?" Lewis was a little shocked. He really didn't expect his score to be so high.

"Yeah, Dumbledore and Ludo Bagman both gave you 10 points! Unbelievable."

"And Mr. Maxim and Mr. Crouch, they both gave you a 9-point rating, which is perfect."

"Even the biased Karkaroff, who never gives more than 5 points to anyone except Krum, has given you a 6-point rating!"

Louis could think of Dumbledore and Mr. Bagman giving high marks. After all, Quetzalcoatlus was powerful enough to frighten him for four games, and Bagman had obviously placed a bet on him.

However, he did not expect Karkaroff's rating, and even wondered whether Moody was threatening him with a wand from behind.

In short, the current ranking surprised him. It seems that he will have to be more at ease in the future.

After all, in the Triwizard Tournament, whoever scores higher will die faster. . . .