Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"Can we participate?" The Weasley brothers said in their loudest voices, and the lively students fell silent. This was also the topic they were most concerned about.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore shook his head, "Based on the multiple considerations of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic, we all agree that although the policy has been relaxed and the competition can be opened, the competition is still relatively too big.

It’s dangerous. Students who are not in sixth or seventh grade cannot complete the project at all. Therefore, wizards under the age of seventeen, that is, non-adult wizards, are prohibited from registering..."

"No, why!" Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, the students had already begun to protest. However, Dumbledore seemed to have expected such a situation. He did not stop the students from venting their dissatisfaction and deliberately stopped for a few seconds.

Second.

Louis did not join them in the booing. He had known this result for a long time, and he did not intend to get involved in the Triwizard Tournament.

On the one hand, the Triwizard Tournament was indeed dangerous, and even Harry had to turn on the protagonist's halo to escape. On the other hand, the tournament was indeed a cover for Voldemort's resurrection, and Louis' purpose was to

Know Voldemort's plan.

"Okay, after the students from the other two schools come to Hogwarts, you must fulfill your friendship as landlords. Although a large part of you cannot participate in the competition, don't forget that you are Hogwarts."

Students, now go back to sleep, you all have classes tomorrow, right?" Dumbledore waved his hand and announced the end of the banquet, and the students left the auditorium sparsely, most of them were discussing the three

The matter of strong competition.

"How could they do this! This is the Triwizard Tournament!" Ron had an angry and painful expression on his face. At this time, several people were already walking on the moving stairs leading to Gryffindor Tower.

"This is a thousand gold galleons."

"I think their decision was right Ron." Hermione retorted, "People did die in the game. This is for our safety."

"That was many years ago, Hermione." Fred said nonchalantly, "They can't stop us anyway. I think the age-enhancing potion will work, George..."

"I advise you not to do this." Lewis reminded from the side, "Don't forget that it is Dumbledore who sets the limit on power. Can he be deceived by just a few drops of age-enhancing potion?"

He knew what would happen if the two brothers cheated by increasing their age. The scene was simply too horrible to watch.

"Well, maybe we can try another approach?" If other people said that, they would pretend they didn't hear it, but Louis had to think about it.

"Never challenge Dumbledore's bottom line, Fred." Louis shook his head, "otherwise you will die miserably."

"Okay." Fred looked a little discouraged. Although he was a little unwilling, Louis had already said this and had to give up.

"By the way, do you know the new professor? I heard my grandma say that he used to be a very good Auror." Neville, who was following them, changed the subject.

"Alastor Moody? I heard he is a lunatic." Ron spread his hands.

"If I hear you say that the teacher at Hogwarts is a lunatic again, I will shut you up, Mr. Weasley." Professor Minerva McGonagall appeared in front of everyone at some point, and turned those who were still chatting away.

Everyone was shocked.

She had a serious face and stood at the door with her hands on her hips, looking like Mrs. Weasley who had caught her child and returned home late.

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall." Ron quickly covered his mouth and lowered his head, fearing that he had said something he shouldn't have said again.

"Never again, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall lowered her glasses, "I am here because of Mr. Wiggins. Professor Dumbledore wants to see you."

"Professor Dumbledore wants to see me?" Louis pointed to himself.

"Yes, Mr. Wiggins, of course if you are not sleepy now..."

"No problem, Professor." Louis followed Professor McGonagall.

"The rest of you have a good rest tonight. I will surprise you in the Transfiguration class tomorrow." Professor McGonagall turned and left the door of the common room, "Oh, by the way, the password is Sweet Patch."

Louis followed Professor McGonagall and left, vaguely hearing Ginny's complaints behind him:

"Sweet patch? It seems that the fat lady ate well during the summer vacation."

He was already familiar with the principal's office. Even without Professor McGonagall's guidance, he could understand it clearly. Of course, Hogwarts had a curfew at night. If a person was wandering around outside and was caught by Filch,

, that’s hard to explain.

"Password?"

"Ice lemon juice." Professor McGonagall said to the stone beast in front of the principal's office.

The spiral staircase rose at a steady speed as usual. Louis walked up. After a while, the door of the principal's office appeared in front of him.

The door was not completely closed. He knocked first, and when no one answered, he gently pushed the wooden door open.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Lewis said cautiously. There was no one in the office, except for a few portraits above him who were sleeping soundly.

"Oh, it's you brat." Just as Louis was looking around, a portrait behind him suddenly spoke.

Louis looked back, only to find that the man in the portrait was not familiar to him.

"Forgot me so soon? My great-great-grandson will not mention me." The portrait curled his lips, "But you will not forget my house. You went there a month ago..."

"Are you... Phineas Black?" Louis was a little surprised. He knew that the Black family had once given birth to the headmaster of Hogwarts, but he was the most unpopular one.

"Call me Principal Black, kid." Phineas Black was a little dissatisfied and seemed to think this guy was unruly.

"Come on, Black, you've been dead for so long." Another portrait next to him seemed to be awakened by him, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong with you, Dippet, it seems I didn't teach you well, you must respect your teachers!" Blake angrily cursed at the portrait.

Dippet? Is this Armando Dippet? If Louis remembers correctly, this person was Dumbledore's former principal. The reason for his resignation was that the young Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets, which led to Myrtle's death.

.

Perhaps because Louis was one of the people who solved the secret room incident, Armando still had a good impression of Louis. He ignored Phineas Black's words and waved a friendly hand at Louis.

"Stop arguing, Black. Are you embarrassed enough in front of the juniors?" Another female portrait also expressed her dissatisfaction. Louis looked towards the source of the sound. It was a majestic and dignified witch with an imposing manner similar to Professor McGonagall.

A fight.

"Yes, Devonte is right." Dippet quickly agreed.

It seems that this person should be the famous St. Mungo's Hospital doctor Delise Derwent. She has been around longer than Blake.

Blake curled his lips and was about to say something when suddenly the door to the office upstairs was opened, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairwell. The portraits immediately closed their mouths, and no one spoke anymore.

"Ah, Louis, I almost forgot, I'm sorry for calling you over so late." Dumbledore walked up to Louis.

"It's okay, Professor, I was just chatting with the seniors." Lewis pointed to the portraits behind him.

"It's interesting, very interesting, but yes, sometimes they can play a key role." Dumbledore said, "The portraits can travel through various areas and are a good way to convey information."

"For example, for me, I hope to be hung on the wall in the future. Of course, I hope to be far away from Phineas, he is a talker..." Dumbledore pointed to the position, Phineas Black

He didn't seem to hear it, but the twitching of the corners of his mouth seemed to reveal his state.

"But Professor..." Louis knew what it would mean if it appeared on the wall.

"I know what you are going to say Louis, this is something that everyone goes through, one day, one day..."