Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"That's great, Louis."

Hermione was extremely excited. This was even more exciting than her own success in refining the potion. After all, this was considered a joint achievement between the two of them.

If the information in the Room of Requirement were conveyed now, it would shock the entire wizarding world. Who would have thought that the magic potion problem that no one before had been able to solve was solved by two little wizards of eleven or twelve years old.

Holding Scabbers in his arms, Louis slipped out of the back door of the Room of Requirement and returned to the common room with Hermione.

"Good night, Louis."

Louis brought Scabbers back to the second-year dormitory. The Gryffindor dormitory was still snoring under the night, and it seemed that it was not disturbed by Louis' two sudden intrusions.

He put Scabbers on the ground, and the mouse ran back under Ron's bed as fast as he could. The reason why he caught Scabbers was because he knew that Peter Pettigrew would not reveal anything to him.

What he wants now is stability. He is afraid of death, very afraid of death. And he feels that he has never had true love for the other three brothers. But the irony is that Sirius trusts him, and he has always

Take Peter Pettigrew as his biological brothers, including James and Lupin.

Louis said nothing, pretending that he had no idea that this was an illegal Animagus. Watching the mouse return quickly and silently to the dormitory without any movement, Louis couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and gently

Then he closed the door of the second-year dormitory.

After doing all this, there are signs of whitening in the sky, and a new day is about to begin.

Halloween, which was supposed to be a day of celebration, seemed dejected because Harry promised to attend the 500th anniversary of Nick's death.

It’s not that the death anniversary party was not good, it’s just that other students were speculating about the delicacies at the Halloween party; the hall was decorated with live bats, and Hagrid’s big pumpkin was made into a lantern, which was big enough for three people to sit in. And

Rumor has it that Dumbledore has booked a troupe of dancing skeletons to perform.

"You promised someone else to go." Hermione emphasized at the side, "You promised him to go to the death anniversary party, right?"

Among this group of people, Hermione and Louis were probably the only ones who were very interested in the death anniversary party.

So, at seven o'clock sharp, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Louis and Ginny passed through the auditorium where the banquet was being held, walked straight ahead, and passed through a door to a dark alley.

There are two rows of candles planted near this path. The further you go in, the colder the atmosphere becomes. This may be the effect of ghosts.

Louis seemed to hear a sound, like the sound of thousands of fingernails scratching a huge blackboard.

"What on earth is this?" Ron's face turned pale.

"It should just be music Ron." Louis advised, silently making a note in his mind that Ron Weasley was afraid of ghosts.

They turned a corner and saw headless Nick standing next to the door with a black and purple curtain.

"My dear friends," he said sadly, "Welcome, welcome...I'm so glad you can come..."

He took off his feathered hat, bowed to them, and let them in.

The scene inside was unbelievable. Hundreds of pale and transparent people in the house were floating on the dance floor, waltzing to scary and creepy music. On the platform under the black screen, a symphony orchestra was playing vigorously.

Thirty electric saws were being pulled. The chandelier above their heads emitted blue light. Their breath turned into mist; it was like walking into a refrigerator.

"Okay, I think we should take a stroll." Louis pointed to such a large and empty room.

"As long as no one passes through your body." Ron was shivering from the cold. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

As for the arduous task of social ghosts, it is left to Louis to handle it. To be honest, it would be scary for anyone to be among such a group of ghosts.

"Oh hey, Nick." Louis took aim at the almost headless Nick who was waiting for the guests.

"Hey, my dear kids." Nick said with a smile on his face, "I'm glad you can come, I'm really glad."

"Thank you, the dinner was great. To be honest, this was probably the best Halloween I've ever had."

"Haha." Nick nodded with a smile, "Our ghost's death anniversary is the same as your birthday. It's just as important. In the blink of an eye, we've been dead for 500 years."

Nick seemed to be recalling his past years, the glorious years as Sir Nicholas, but unfortunately he still inevitably suffered the fate of being beheaded in the end.

"By the way, Nick, I have a question for you." Louis finally put the purpose of the trip on the table and said.

"Ask the kids, just ask."

"Do you know the legend of the temple?" Louis stared at the almost headless Nick with bright eyes.

Nick paused and slowly fell from the sky:

"If the temple you mentioned was left by Merlin, then I'm sorry. Even in my time, this temple only existed in legends."

"Then the legend must have a historical basis." Louis pursued him. If even the ghosts of Hogwarts couldn't prove its existence, then this legend is really illusory.

"Yes." Nick's answer made Louis regain hope. "I heard from Bloody Barrow that the four founders of Hogwarts once opened the temple."

"Four founders?" Louis fell silent. In his dream that belonged to Slytherin's memory, Gryffindor was looking for the location of the temple.

"The Temple really exists and has been opened by someone, and Slytherin's locket is a magical instrument obtained from the Temple." At some point, Bloody Barrow appeared next to Louis and Nick, and took the

The boy was really shocked.

"What's wrong with Barrow? Don't worry about Peeves?" Nick joked. Relatively speaking, among these ghosts, Barrow should be considered the senior one.

"It doesn't matter what he can do for a while." Barrow snorted coldly, and then turned to Louis, "Boy, you are still thinking about taking the inheritance of the temple, give up, even Chathra was just over that time.

The sixth test, and you are just an eleven-year-old kid now, do you know what is really needed to open the temple?"

"It requires the test of the four major races, and now no wizard can reach that level. Technology has corroded the physique of wizards, and now the magic power in wizards' bodies is no longer what it used to be." Barrow said.

While everyone was discussing the temple affairs, not far away, Ron made a ghost named "Myrtle" angry and ran away, while the mischievous Peeves kept chasing after her.