Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

This was the first time Louis took a closer look at the principal's office.

Looking around from this statue, the entire office appears to be a circular room. The principal's desk stands in front of the door, and all kinds of strange gadgets are placed on the desk.

Looking further to the west, you can see the portraits of the previous principals, large and small. It is said that the size of the portraits is related to the principal's contribution, but it is said that it is not credible.

On the tattered shelf behind the principal's desk, there was a Sorting Hat. The Sorting Hat seemed to notice his gaze.

"Louis Wiggins?"

"It's me." Louis looked at the Sorting Hat curiously, "Actually, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you for a long time."

"Why were you sorted into Gryffindor?" the Sorting Hat said, "Yes, it's too difficult. You are definitely the most difficult choice I have ever made. You have all the Chathras Wrights in your body.

Everything Lin should be.”

"But I still stick to my choice, because your heart truly belongs to Gryffindor."

"Maybe you are wrong." Louis responded lightly.

"Maybe, the human heart is the hardest thing to grasp."

After saying this, the Sorting Hat closed its mouth again. No matter what Louis said, it never grew a mouth again.

Standing on the bird stand behind the door was an old-looking bird, like a turkey with only half its feathers left, but it still looked noble. Louis thought to himself that this might be Fox, the phoenix.

At this moment, the door to the principal's office was opened. Louis turned his head and saw the old man with a white beard standing there.

"Uh, Professor, I'm looking at this bird of yours." Louis didn't know what to say. This was the greatest white wizard in the world.

But this sounds strange.

"Very charming." Dumbledore stepped forward and stroked the phoenix's feathers with an old hand.

"The phoenix is ​​a rare species in this world. When it dies, it will turn into a streak of fire."

After all, Fox seemed to be giving Lao Deng some face by performing a self-immolation performance on the spot.

"And then it will be reborn in ashes." Dumbledore approached the birdcage and saw a gray chick opening its eyes in the soil. It looked very cute.

"Well...Professor..." Louis reminded Dumbledore.

"Mr. Wiggins, do you have something to tell me?" Lao Deng finally raised his head and glanced at Lewis.

???Louis looked confused, didn’t you ask me to wait here for you? You old man, you have Alzheimer’s...

"No, Professor." He thought for a moment and shook his head. After all, it involved too many things.

"Really not? For example, you and Miss Granger went to the Room of Requirement in the middle of the night to make potions, and you and Harry are both talkative. By the way, Miss Granger is very good." Dumbledore stared at Louis.

look.

Stop, stop, stop, where did this go? Besides, Dumbledore, just give it up. It doesn’t matter that Harry is a snark, but how do you know me?

Louis was screaming in his heart, is there really no secret in this old man's eyes? This old man's Legilimency is too terrifying, it seems that he must learn Occlumency.

"Professor, I think you misunderstood. Hermione and I were only talking about potions." Louis hurriedly explained.

"Furthermore, these potions I made are all for the benefit of all mankind. Professor, you have also seen that Harry's hand injuries were quickly recovered by my bottle of potions. It is very helpful for today's environment where injuries are often common.

It's applicable." Lewis began to boast in front of Dumbledore.

"I think Madam Pomfrey must be in short supply of this potion. If you are willing, Professor, I can wholesale it to Hogwarts at a cheap price, one gold galleons per bottle. Of course, I can also try out a few bottles."

One thing you need to pay attention to when talking to someone like Dumbledore is that you can't let him lead you by the nose.

Originally he just wanted to call him over for observation, but unexpectedly he turned into a potential customer. Dumbledore was immediately speechless.

"It is indeed a good idea, but if you agree to a few conditions, how about I not only cover your sales at Hogwarts, but also help you register potions with the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore was still smiling.

He was indeed an old fox. Louis shook his head. It was impossible to get a benefit from him without bleeding. No wonder Harry would become a pawn in Dumbledore's game. This old man is a bit scary.

"Professor, please speak."

"First of all, you can't tell Harry the truth about him. Secondly, don't pursue power too much. It will affect your mind. Finally..." Dumbledore held up three fingers.

"I want the right to authorize this potion."

Louis took a breath. He knew what the right of authorship meant, which meant that the potion was claimed to be invented by Dumbledore. Of course, Old Deng did not want a cent of the commission.

But if you think about it carefully, Dumbledore is actually helping himself, because Dumbledore, who has long been famous, does not disdain this honor at all. And with the potion of Dumbledore's halo, it has invisibly formed an optimal situation.

publicity effect.

"Okay, deal, professor." Louis nodded, and he and Dumbledore held a historic handshake ceremony.

The first condition doesn't matter, but the second one is that no one pursues power. Even Dumbledore also pursued the Deathly Hallows.

"Then these bottles of potion will be placed here. They should be my largest inventory." In the past few days, Louis has been making this potion, but in terms of efficiency, it is not too high. Even if Louis works overtime

Even if you add more, you can only achieve the efficiency of one bottle every three days.

"Seamless Stretching Spell? Not bad." Dumbledore looked at him with slight approval when he saw Lewis take out nearly six or seven bottles of emerald green liquid from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Due to the limitation of magic power, Louis could only cast the most basic traceless stretching spell, which was still far behind the span of Hermione's small pearl bag in the later period.

....

After coming out of Dumbledore's office, Louis finally breathed a sigh of relief. In front of Dumbledore, he seemed to be stripped naked and lying naked in front of him, with no secrets at all.

Now I just hope that Old Dengtou doesn’t watch it as he shouldn’t.

"Oh, hi, Louis!" Harry and the other three waved to Louis, "How about it, Dumbledore didn't make things difficult for you."

"How could Dumbledore embarrass Louis? He is innocent." Hermione was a little annoyed.

"The news that Daphne was under the Imperius Curse has spread, and now the whole school is talking about it," Harry said.

"Then what?"

"Then they are saying that the person who cursed Daphne is the candidate for Slytherin's successor. If he wants to kill you, and the Sorting Hat almost sorted you into Slytherin before, then you must be his competition.

Opponent, that is."

"Rumors circulate that you are another candidate for succession."