Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"Sirius!"

Louis and the others pushed the door open and walked in. This special needs ward was large enough and considered the best individual room that St. Mungo's Hospital could provide.

Sirius was lying on the hospital bed, with a ventilator on his face, and numerous scars on his body. Even with magical treatment, there were still shocking scars.

Harry ran over first, but was blocked by a huge figure.

"Who are you? Who allowed you to come in without the permission of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Who are you?"

Louis hurriedly followed. What surprised him was not that there were people from the Ministry of Magic stationed in the ward, but that there were people in the wizarding world who didn't know Harry Potter.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​the Ministry of Magic!" The man waved his hand and took out the wand from his sleeve, "Get out, this is not the place you should stay!"

"Forbidden area of ​​the Ministry of Magic? We are the patients' families."

Even when faced with the other party's aggressiveness, Louis was not afraid. They had just faced Voldemort, who was just a Ministry of Magic official.

"I've never heard of any relatives of Black!" He stared at the two underage children in front of him with stern eyes. He looked like a lion, with thick hair and light golden hairs in his eyebrows.

There was a person standing next to the bed who was listening to their conversation. He was wearing an iron mask and glanced in that direction. He stared at them both for about three seconds, and then looked at Sirius' hospital bed.

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean he doesn't exist." Louis said, "Is it from the Ministry of Magic? If I guess correctly, you must be the Director of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour."

"So what." Scrimgeour looked them up and down, "Get out of here now and don't make me do anything, you brat."

Two Aurors suddenly ran over to the door, blocking the way behind them. Harry approached Louis, and he also noticed the movement behind him.

"Strength in numbers? Scrimgeour, you also like to play such dirty tricks." Louis sneered, "I don't know how you got the position of Director of the Auror Office."

"You!" Scrimgeour was about to scold him, but saw a shining magic card hanging on Louis' right hand.

His half-cursed words were instantly suppressed. As the director of the Auror Office, it was impossible for him not to recognize this demonic order, which represented the highest honor of the Ministry of Magic. He swallowed, this thing could not be fake, and he also

Saw it in Fudge's office.

Since he was not present at the Quidditch World Cup at the time, he did not know that Fudge had already granted the Demon Order to the little boy.

"What's wrong with me, Scrimgeour, I want you to tell me clearly..."

"No." Scrimgeour immediately shook his head, his stern expression gradually relaxed, and waved to the two people behind him, "Since we are all from the Ministry of Magic, we can naturally come and go at will."

"Don't be so short-sighted in the future, Scrimgeour." Louis put the Demonic Order into his arms. He didn't want to take this thing out, but it was the fastest way to solve the current problem.

"This is Harry Potter. You should know that he is Sirius's godson. Do you think he is not qualified?"

"Harry Potter?!" Scrimgeour was even more surprised. If anyone is the most famous underage wizard in the British wizarding world, it must be Harry Potter.

And it is natural for people to come to visit as legal family members, and they have no reason to stop them.

"How's Sirius doing?"

Harry ignored Scrimgeour's gaze and walked to the bedside of Sirius, who was still unconscious, with signs of worry on his face.

"Black suffered multiple injuries from being attacked by werewolves." Scrimgeour explained, with a very annoyed tone, "We happened to be investigating the missing magic disk in the werewolf tribe at that time, and encountered the riots of the werewolf clan. Black wanted to protect

I, alone, resisted the attacks of three or four werewolves."

As a cursed magical creature, the werewolf is extremely powerful in itself. Its physical condition is several times better than that of an ordinary wizard. Ordinary spells cannot have any real impact on it.

As an Animagus, Sirius himself had a very difficult time dealing with one werewolf, let alone three or four werewolves.

Fortunately, he should have been in an Animagus state when he was attacked, otherwise the attending physician would not be able to tell whether he would turn into a werewolf in the future.

"Then how did you escape?"

Listening to Scrimgeour's tone, Louis seemed to be the only ones going to the werewolf tribe. If the werewolf tribe was rioting, even if Sirius stood behind alone and blocked three or four werewolves, it would be almost impossible for Scrimgeour to escape.

opportunity.

"It's him." Scrimgeour pointed to the man wearing a mask, "He is an Auror from the German Ministry of Magic and is also recognized as the strongest Auror in Germany. But no one knows his name. They just call him

He is the Master of Masks."

"German?" Louis then focused on the masked man. For some reason, he always felt that the masked man had a familiar aura.

"No." Scrimgeour shook his head, "He is an Englishman living in Germany, but basically no one knows his past."

"I have seen his level. His stealth, camouflage and frontal combat capabilities are very strong. The only one on our side who can rival him is Kingsley Shacklebolt, who is protecting the Muggle Prime Minister."

Scrimgeour rarely praised people. He always had a dead-eye look and a stern face, but he did not shy away from praising this masked man.

"By the way, you haven't said who you are yet..."

"Louis Wiggins." Louis briefly introduced, "It doesn't matter who I am, but if something like this happens to Sirius, I think the Ministry of Magic will be fully responsible."

"That's for sure..."

"Are you Louis Wiggins?"

As soon as Scrimgeour finished answering his words, the masked man stepped forward and said his first words in a long time. His voice was hoarse and low, and it looked like it could only be possessed by a middle-aged man who has experienced trauma.

sound.

"You know me?"

"I heard Sirius mentioned you." The masked man replied, "He also gave me a task and asked me to take you to Germany."

"Take me to Germany? Why?"

"He said that there are things in Germany that you want to know most, and there are some things that happen in Germany that only you can solve."

"Why should I trust you?"

Louis' eyes were full of vigilance, facing this guy full of secrets, and now Voldemort had risen again.

"You don't have to believe me." The masked man didn't expect him to believe it at the beginning, "but I am Sirius's best friend in Germany. He asked me to tell you a name, saying that you will definitely be interested."

"Meselis Lestrange."