Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

In a small town west of Liverpool, England, with a burst of air friction and explosions, Dumbledore and Lewis appeared out of thin air.

Lewis's face changed drastically shortly after he landed, and he spat out the cockroaches in his mouth on the ground.

"Well, it seems you're still not used to apparating."

"Professor, to be honest, the portkey is more comfortable than that." Louis rubbed his uncomfortable stomach. He didn't want to experience the strong squeezing feeling of disembodiment again.

"But it is still the most convenient space magic." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Maybe when you are in sixth grade, I will apply for a tutor for you."

Louis' face dropped. He really didn't like disapparating.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore." Louis looked around, "This doesn't seem to be London?"

"The auction location changes every year, but it does not leave the UK." Dumbledore pointed to the church standing in the wilderness in front of him, "What did you see?"

"A church? No." Experience told him that in the magical world, one must not believe in superficial appearances.

"Is this a confusion spell?"

"Almost, but not really." Dumbledore glanced at Louis with admiration, "The Muggle shielding spell will only reveal its true face when it enters the bounds."

After that, Dumbledore took a few steps forward and waved to Louis.

Louis followed Dumbledore's figure and took only two or three steps. Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed drastically, as if falling from the sky. A large number of wizards appeared out of thin air, and the lonely church had long since disappeared, replaced by a building like the Parliament.

A majestic building like a mansion.

"Wakanda, this is it." Louis couldn't help but sigh.

"Varkan what?"

"Nothing. Muggles won't be discovered here?"

"Of course not, Muggles can't see this." Dumbledore said, "Just like Hogwarts, people without magical power will always see, touch and feel only ruins."

"Albus Dumbledore, you are here after all."

Not far away, a wizard who looked to be in his fifties or sixties greeted Dumbledore warmly.

"Mistrachi, if I don't come back, are you going to send someone to take me away from Hogwarts?"

"Then you're flattering me, Dumbledore. After all, I was also a student of Hogwarts." The man named Mistrachi said jokingly. Louis looked at the two old men.

It's a bit funny to talk like this.

"I wonder who this little brother is?"

"Louis Wiggins, a student at Hogwarts. He is also the person you need this time." Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence.

"It turns out I'm a junior. I'm glad to meet you." Mistrachi stretched out a hand and was about to shake hands with Lewis when his face suddenly changed. "No, what did you just say?"

"He is..." Mistrac covered his mouth, fearing that he would scream, and stared at him with an unbelievable look for a long time.

Such a young child is actually the creator of the Fountain of Life. Mistrachi patted his head, isn't it? Are potion masters so cheap now?

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and Mistrac quickly held Lewis's hand with both hands, speaking in a very excited tone:

"Mr. Wiggins, no, no, no, Master Wiggins, I'm so glad to see you." Mistrac's flattering look really made Lewis a little uncomfortable with it.

"Mr. Fitcher, you don't have to be like this. I'm just following Professor Dumbledore to improve the world."

"Just call me Mistrach, Master Wiggins." Mistrach said, "If you have anything you need, just tell me. Of course, if you have something to sell, that would be even better.

"

"It's really the same." Lewis handed the bottle of light blue magic wolf potion to Mistrac from his arms.

"This potion can cure the werewolf's curse. Although it may not be useful to those wizard families, it should be my best potion."

"Cure the werewolf curse? Is it true or not?" Although Mistrac was not as excited as shouting, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed. "This kind of magic potion is commercially available and priceless. Are you really?"

Are you going to take it out and sell it?”

"It just works as a capital for me, doesn't it?" Louis said half-jokingly, since the thing was of little use in his hands anyway.

"Since you said so, I'll go make arrangements right away." Mistrachi took the potion and immediately entered the building to make arrangements.

"It seems that your reputation is bigger than mine."

"Professor, no one has trouble with money." Louis spread his hands and followed Dumbledore, and the two walked into the house.

"Who is that boy following Dumbledore?" A man in a brown coat behind them asked, pointing at Dumbledore.

"I don't know, I guess he's a student at Hogwarts."

"A student at Hogwarts? What is his relationship with Dumbledore?"

"I don't know. Do you want us to investigate privately, Mr. Greengrass?" the man next to the man asked.

Greengrass paused, then shook his head:

"Forget it, Dumbledore doesn't like others to interfere in his life, so there is no need to antagonize him for this."

"Our goal today is the Mobius Array. Don't worry about the rest. Only in this way can we save the life of my girl."

"Okay, sir."

After Greengrass finished speaking, the butler following him also entered the room.

The Cliona auction was already crowded with people, and Dumbledore took Louise to sit down in a special VIP room, waiting for the auction to start.

"This room is the top private room. In order to ensure the privacy of customers, the auction will show its number every time when bidding." Dumbledore walked to the window and patted the transparent glass.

"This piece of glass is magic. You can see out from the inside, but you can't see into it from the outside. Any penetrating magic won't work."

Louis nodded. This was considered the most basic protection. After all, those who could participate in such an auction were probably well-known figures in the magic world.

However, Dumbledore's private room is really too luxurious, with self-service magical delicacies, self-service drinks, and an extremely comfortable sofa. The view in this private room is enough to clearly see every move on the stage.

"I have never attended the Cliona auction before, so they have always left this private room empty for me."

Dumbledore himself didn't care about this kind of thing. He didn't care about reputation, reputation and some material wealth. Otherwise, the position of Minister of Magic would have been in his hands long ago.

Louis silently sat back next to Dumbledore. At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the private room.

Old Deng waved his wand lightly, and the door lock naturally opened. Before anyone showed up, he heard the voice of the visitor: "I didn't expect that a busy person like Principal Dumbledore would come to the auction, oh? Wiggin

Are you here too?"