Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"Uh, yeah."

Nicolas Flamel was stunned by Louis's enthusiastic performance, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Alchemist? Wait a minute." Harry suddenly remembered something, "Nicolème? It's the Philosopher's Stone..."

Dumbledore nodded. Two years ago, Nicolas Flamel's only magic stone was given to Dumbledore for safekeeping. But at the same time, Voldemort, who was possessed by Quirrell, was eyeing this product that could be made.

Elixir stone.

With the efforts of Harry and the three of them, Voldemort's conspiracy was destroyed and Quirrell died in the secret room of Hogwarts.

Later, after discussions between Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, in order to prevent evil people from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone to do evil, they agreed to destroy the Philosopher's Stone.

Later in life, it is said that Nicole Flamel and her wife returned to France to live in seclusion, but for a celebrity who is more than 600 years old, seclusion is not that easy.

Beauxbatons, a prestigious French school, came to him and invited him to be an honorary professor at Beauxbatons. Flamel originally did not want to get involved in this troubled waters, but his wife yearned for life in the academy, and despite his wife's plea, Nicolas Flamel

They agreed to Beauxbatons' invitation, but on the condition that they would not interfere with anything in the academy, and the academy would not interfere with their private lives.

Beauxbatons was originally interested in Nicoléme's reputation, but seeing that he only had these two requests, he agreed wholeheartedly.

In this way, when Dumbledore came to Beauxbatons, he made a special trip to visit his old friend. At the same time, the news about Louis was delivered to him.

"This old guy, if he had known that he was going to come here to deal with the Horcruxes, he shouldn't have come with you." Nicolas Flamel said viciously to Dumbledore, "I'm an old man, and you don't even know how long I haven't used it.

It’s past the wand.”

"Only seventy years." Dumbledore said, "When Grindelwald wanted to destroy Paris, didn't you also take action?"

"That's different!" the old man said angrily, "It was a matter of life and death, and there were those brats from the Ministry of Magic and Newt..."

"It's okay this time, but what we need to deal with is Voldemort."

Nicolas Flamel fell silent, looking at Dumbledore with slightly aged eyes.

"The last time, this is the last time, Dumbledore."

"It seems you agree."

"You dragged me to England, what else can I do?"

Although Nicoléme is old, he is still strong enough to provide them with great help.

"Very well, I think you are all ready?" Dumbledore took out his wand, and then he remembered something and said to Louis and Harry,

"I know you two want to go with me, and I have no objection to that, but you must promise me one thing."

"You must obey my orders when you get there, even if it may threaten my life."

"Of course, Professor."

Louis nodded, and Harry hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the second half of Dumbledore's words, he finally nodded in agreement.

"Since there are no objections, we can set off, Kreacher."

Dumbledore greeted the house elf who had just arrived in the hall. Kreacher glanced at Sirius hesitantly. He nodded at Kreacher, and then the elf staggered to Dumbledore.

"You should still remember the location of the cave. Could you please take us there?"

"I remember, sir." Kreacher said, and then bowed to Dumbledore, "If sir is willing to bring Master Regulus back, Kreacher is willing to do whatever it takes."

"Of course, he is a hero, and this is the honor he deserves." Dumbledore said, "We will not let any hero end up in that place."

"Thank you sir, thank you." Kreacher's eyes were filled with tears.

"So, now, can you give me your hand?" Dumbledore stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, "I need you to apparate and take us to the cave."

Kreacher's small hand held Dumbledore's big old hand. Louis and Harry were on Dumbledore's left side, and Sirius and Nicolas Flamel were on Kreacher's right side.

After a while, as if time and space were distorted, several people disappeared into Grimmauld Place, and the house No. 12 slipped quietly between No. 11 and No. 13 without anyone else noticing.

A strong sense of space squeezing came over me, but because Dumbledore had taken Lewis to experience disembodiment many times before, he was somewhat used to it this time.

When Louis came out of the oppressive pipe, they had arrived at a small rock.

The violent waves crashed against the rocks, and Louis could even smell the smell of sea salt, and the water was rolling and undulating under his feet.

He turned his head and glanced behind him, where a tall and steep cliff stood, looming in the darkness. The huge rocks around, including the one under their feet, looked like they had collapsed from somewhere on the cliff in the past.

It was the same as when I came down. The scene before me was desolate and desolate; there were no plants or trees on the rocks, not even a grain of sand.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Louis supported Harry, who looked a little sad, and he waved to Louis.

"I still like the feeling of riding a broomstick." Harry smiled miserably. This first time of Apparition gave him a not good feeling.

"Oh, Dumbledore, please try another way in the future. My old bones can't withstand the torture of Apparition." Nicolas Flamel stretched his muscles, looking like he might be blown by the strong wind here at any time.

As if running.

"Is this the place, Kreacher?" Sirius asked the house elf, "But I feel that this place is not what you described."

"Master, it's not far from here. It's just that Kreacher can't take you directly to the cave." Kreacher pointed to the cliff, and Louis followed his hand. The height of the cliff and the surrounding environment were almost nothing.

A Muggle can get there.

"I didn't see anything, Kreacher." Sirius' tone seemed a little impatient.

"You need to feel it with your heart, Sirius." Dumbledore patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, "Voldemort's secret base will not be hidden in such a conspicuous place."

He walked to the edge of the rock, stepped on a group of pits, and walked down until he reached the reef that was half submerged in the water, getting closer to the cliff. This was a dangerous steep slope, Dumbledore and Nick beside him

As they helped each other move, the six hundred-year-old man looked serious and looked extremely serious.

"Lumos flash!"

Dumbledore threw a point of light on the rock closest to the cliff. Lewis and the others followed, and the turbulent water almost reached their ankles.

"Did you see it?"

There was a crack in the place illuminated by the flash, and dark seawater was pouring into it.

"If we are going to explore the secrets of the cave, I think we must make some sacrifices." Dumbledore used his voice as loud as possible to drown out the sound of the waves.

"You guys don't mind getting yourselves wet, right?"