Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

The midnight bell chimes very regularly.

Louis turned over and got up, trying to minimize the movement range, but the huge wood friction sound of the bed still gave him a slight pause.

He looked around, and the snoring echoed through the entire first-year dormitory, and even Colin on the bed didn't react.

Louis breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed to the common room downstairs, only to find Hermione already there, holding Harry's Invisibility Cloak at the ready.

Hermione waved to him, and Louis ran to Hermione's side. She put it on, covering both of them under the invisibility cloak.

Fortunately, the two of them were small enough, and at eleven or twelve years old, they were old enough to be able to drag the invisibility cloak across the floor.

Louis had never been in such close contact with a girl, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He could even smell the faint fragrance of Hermione.

Under Louis' guidance, the two of them walked up, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to wake up the people in the portrait next to them.

Hermione seemed to be very familiar with sneaking out at night. She wore an invisibility cloak and was constantly observing her surroundings.

Suddenly, a meow broke the silence around them, and a red-eyed tabby cat seemed to be looking in their direction, with a little doubt in its eyes.

"It's Mrs. Norris, it's tragic." Hermione whispered to Louis. When the cat approached, Louis quickly covered Hermione's mouth to stop her from making any sound.

Cats are spiritual animals and have stronger perceptions than humans. If they had used ordinary invisibility cloaks, they would have been discovered long ago.

But Harry's piece is a genuine Deathly Hallows. If it were discovered, it would be a disgrace to the name of the Hallows.

Therefore, after Mrs. Dolores walked around them, she ran away with little interest.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, and Louis discovered that Hermione's hand was tightly held in his hand at some point, and it was covered in cold sweat caused by nervousness.

Hermione also noticed this and quickly let go of Louis' hand. Her whole face turned red due to shyness, and Louis also became embarrassed next to Hermione.

The two jumped to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, which was almost the highest point in the entire castle.

The empty space on the eighth floor was almost deserted. Usually no one came to the eighth floor to see the scenery, let alone in the early hours of the night. Hermione took off the invisibility cloak, and Louis took her to a wall to stand there.

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She felt strange about Louis' behavior and looked at him with confusion, wondering what the little boy was doing pacing back and forth in front of the wall opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly.

When Louis walked back and forth three times, a magical scene appeared. Patterns slowly appeared on the originally smooth and neat wall, and gradually turned into a door-like shape.

"Oh!" Hermione already knew what this place was. She was well-read and knew Hogwarts very well. How could she not know that this would be a place that everyone would yearn for.

"Louis, you are such a genius." Following Louis, Hermione opened the door and saw an extremely empty room with a large cauldron in the middle and various equipment for preparing potions around it.

, Louis shook down the prepared materials on the table beside him, and pulled Hermione to sit in front of the cauldron.

"The Room of Requirement, I think this should be the deepest secret of Hogwarts." Louis said while looking around.

The room that responds to requests, also known as the room that comes and goes, comes and goes. It always appears in front of a person when they need it most. And when it appears, it is always arranged to suit the needs of the person seeking help.

This was also the first good place that Louis thought of when Hermione asked for a place to prepare potions. However, the Room of Requirement was not easy to find, and the occasional feature gave Louis a headache.

"There is no better place than this, so let's get started now."

Hermione's enthusiasm made Louis feel a little scared. He saw her take out a book "Advanced Potion Making" from her pocket.

"Um, Hermione, I think we should start from the basics." Louis looked at the potions book that was a sixth-grade textbook with a bit of trepidation.

"Do you think you still need basic training, little potions genius?" Hermione looked at him with a smile and said, "Since you want to create new things, you must know these advanced potions."

During the following period, Louis was dominated by Hermione's "devil-like" teaching.

"It's a third of a spoon, not a half, Louis!"

"The book says to chop the moonstone into pieces, not put it in whole piece!"

"Swell the bean pods, squeeze out the juice, and stir clockwise three times."

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Back and forth, I worked hard for more than half an hour and wasted at least three or four pots of materials before I was able to shape the potion.

"The Joy Potion, I think, will take about an hour to fully form and blend." Hermione said while looking at the light yellow liquid.

Louis shook his head, took out his wand and said to the bottom of the cauldron:

"The flames are blazing!"

"Chi!" with a sound, the entire cauldron began to heat up continuously, surprising Hermione on the side:

"What are you doing? There's nothing in the book that says it needs to be heated!"

Louis did not answer. He watched the color of the solution getting darker and darker, and the wand in his hand controlled the size of the flame at all times.

Gradually, about half an hour passed, and the golden liquid took shape. Louis took back his wand in time, put the successfully prepared elixir into a bottle, and showed it to Hermione who was already stunned.

"High temperature will accelerate the fusion of solutions." Louis spread his hands. This is junior high school chemistry knowledge.

"Pfft."

Hermione couldn't help but be amused by him, but she was still impressed by Louis' innovative spirit.

Louis' night training also resulted in getting up late and being late the next morning. Unfortunately, that morning happened to be Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

"I hope you won't have another chance, Mr. Wiggins." Professor McGonagall said with a serious face. As the headmaster and vice-principal of Gryffindor, she has the right and obligation to educate every student in the school.

"No, Professor McGonagall."

Louis looked a little embarrassed and trotted into the classroom in full view of everyone.

"Why are you here, Louis." Ginny looked at Louis with a worried expression, "Colin told me that you came back very late last night. Did something happen?"

"I'll tell you later, Ginny." Louis pointed at Mag on the podium and made a silent gesture.

Ginny looked a little strange, but Professor McGonagall had already started her lecture. It had to be said that the Transfiguration class was the most difficult course among all the courses, and although Professor McGonagall was serious, he was by no means as unreasonable as Snape.

On the contrary, she is one of the most responsible professors.

Mag gave everyone some matches and asked everyone to practice how to turn the matches into needle shapes, but unfortunately, only Louis had some results after one class, and Ginny also tried to make subtle changes in the matches.

But it ultimately failed.

Professor McGonagall looked at Louis' performance and couldn't help but smile and nod towards him. It was obvious that she was not concerned about the situation but the person, which gave Louis a great sense of trust in her.