Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

In the land of northern England surrounded by mountains, there is an inconspicuous small village.

There is a group of strangely dressed people here. Under the scorching sun in broad daylight, each one is wearing a black cloak and a pitch-black hat. They all lower their heads and never speak to others.

In that era when wizards were persecuted, anyone found to have traces of using magic would be bullied and suppressed by Muggles, considered to be freaks and demons, and would be burned at the stake.

As a result, the living space for wizards became increasingly narrow, and that village became the only wizard tribe within a few hundred miles.

Although the atmosphere in this village is depressing and terrifying, the famous Issa Tavern in the village has become a holy place for wizards to let themselves go.

The bartender Jacob's daily job is to help customers pour wine, chat, and listen to their nonsense. All kinds of people come to Isa's Tavern every day, and some tourists pass by to ask for a drink and talk about what they are talking about.

After experiencing some things, some locals often come to the pub to chat about trivial matters.

Jacob listened quietly, and sometimes echoed a few words. In fact, what these people needed was just an audience, and they only used this as an outlet to vent their emotions.

But among this group of people, there is one who is the most peculiar person. He comes to Isa's Tavern every day. He doesn't say anything and looks extremely slovenly. After entering, he sits down on the right side of the door and asks for a glass of the strongest whiskey.

Jacob didn't dare to ask any more questions, because such people were either vicious masters or hidden devils. They had more or less experienced great changes in life and became a little inhumane and forced by life.

However, he learned from other people that this man was a down-and-out nobleman in the nearby valley, and his family lived in a large castle. However, it was said that his biological sister fell in love with a Muggle, which led to a family tragedy.

People who were originally optimistic and cheerful about life have become resentful of the world, especially Muggles.

Jacob sighed, they are all poor people tortured by life.

On this day, a traveler who had traveled a lot was welcomed into the tavern. He had a cheerful face and was hospitable. As soon as he entered the door, he snapped his fingers at Jacob.

"Have a shot of tequila, man." The traveler greeted Jacob.

"Where did you come from, buddy?" Jacob couldn't help but be a little curious when he looked at him.

"The Galvic Valley in the north." He pointed to the north, "Muggles have been very restless recently, and we are not at peace there either."

"That's far enough." Jacob poured a glass of wine and pushed it to the man, "But why did you come here?"

"Hey, forget it." He drank a glass of tequila in one gulp, leaned closer to Jacob and said, "Have you ever heard of the Temple?"

"What about the stuff Merlin left behind? This is something everyone knows, right?" Jacob wiped the glass goblet and pointed at the wizards sitting there chatting.

"I can assure you that half of these people are here for this. This matter has been spreading a lot recently, saying that there is a lost key to the temple near us."

Jacob looked at the man's eyes and said blankly: "You don't really believe this, do you?"

"It's better to believe that something exists than to believe that something doesn't exist." He said, raising his eyebrows. This person never lacks adventurous spirit. Since there is news, why not give it a try.

"Oh, this news has been circulating for three months, and I haven't seen anyone succeed." Jacob shook his head.

"Then how do you know I won't succeed?" He stared at Jacob with a smile. The bartender saw an unyielding desire to win in his eyes, like a sleeping lion.

"Then I'll give you a little challenge first to see how good you are." Jacob leaned forward and pointed one finger at the sloppy man drinking by the window.

"This guy hasn't spoken since he came to my store. If you can get him to talk, I will believe you."

Jacob naturally had his confidence, because someone had talked to him before, but he was either ignored or frightened away by his murderous eyes.

"Come on, man, three galleons, this money will be yours if you don't ask." He took out three shining gold coins and threw them on the table.

"Five galleons, this is my week's salary." Jacob said with a naive smile.

"Then let's have another shot of tequila."

The man drank another glass of high-purity wine and walked towards the direction where the man was drinking.

"Hey, man. The weather is nice. Can you please let me sit here?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, the traveler sat down directly in front of him.

Jacob shook his head and continued to clean his glass. If the man was so easy to talk to, he wouldn't have so much trouble.

"I know why you don't speak. Although I have heard about your tragic story, you are afraid that everyone will find out that you are a snake, right?" The traveler lowered his voice and said it in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The sloppy man paused and looked up at the traveler for the first time, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Only then did the traveler notice his green eyes.

Snakes are known as unlucky things among wizards, and as a snake-talker, he will naturally be avoided by others, including his own family. He was fostered by others since he was a child, until after the tragedy, as the only survivor in his family

The deceased came back to inherit the family business.

So he hates Muggles because the only sister he likes was killed, but he also hates his own family, but in the end he was allowed to inherit the family business. What an irony.

However, what surprised him was that this young man, even though he already knew that he was a snake-talker, was still so friendly to him. Looking at the friendly smile of the traveler, he felt a trace of true love for the first time.

"Be a friend. Even if you are a snake-tongued person, it doesn't matter. I can see that you are a kind person." The traveler extended a hand in a friendly manner.

At this time, everyone in the tavern became quiet and looked at the situation over there.

The man under the black robe hesitated for a moment, paused for a long time, and finally stretched out his seemingly withered hand from under the robe and took hold of the other person.

"Hello, let me introduce myself again. My name is Godric, Godric Gryffindor." The young man named Gryffindor had a smile on his face.

"Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin." The young man in black robe finally spoke, and the tavern couldn't help but burst into warm applause. Even the bartender Jacob couldn't help but admire the traveler's charisma.

Five galleons is not a bad thing, if you can make a friend.

"To Gryffindor and Slytherin, I bought this round of drinks." Jacob raised his glass high, as if he had become a witness to history.

"Here's to Gryffindor and Slytherin!" voices echoed in the tavern.