Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

It turned out that Harry was depressed in the single bedroom of the Dursley family, flipping through the "Quidditch Encyclopedia" boredly, thinking about the Quidditch World Cup in a month, not to mention how excited he was.

The stinging pain on his forehead caused Harry to frown. It had been a long time since he had felt that kind of stinging pain. Harry couldn't concentrate at all and was even a little irritable.

Suddenly, the screams of Aunt Petunia downstairs attracted Harry's attention. He immediately picked up his wand, pointed it at the door of the room, and slowly walked towards the bedroom door.

"Get out, I'm warning you, you're breaking into a private house!"

It was Uncle Vernon's voice, and Harry held the only weapon in his hand tighter. Although underage wizards were not allowed to use magic in the Muggle world, it was another matter if their lives were threatened.

"You are the Dursleys, I am Sirius Black. I am here to take Harry home."

The visitor's voice seemed polite, which made Harry's hand gradually pause when he opened the door.

"Sirius Black? Is he the murderer?" Petunia Dursley's voice gradually trembled. Sirius's case also involved several innocent Muggles at the time, so this murderer was well-known even in the Muggle world. .

However, the Wizengamot Trial at the Ministry of Magic had just concluded, and the news had not reached Muggles.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. He did not defend Petunia's words, but he felt the wand in his hand and couldn't help but take two steps inside.

"I'm telling you to get out, or I'm going to call the police!" Vernon slowly leaned back to block Petunia, as if Sirius would attack them at any time.

The atmosphere was somewhat depressing, and Dudley cowardly ran behind Petunia and hid.

"Sirius, why are you here?" Harry's excited voice came from upstairs, and he rushed downstairs in three steps at a time.

"I'll be here right after the Wizengamot trial is over." He smiled and hugged Harry, "How are you? Is everything packed?"

"Pack it up? Where to go?" Harry was confused by Sirius' words.

"Remember what I said before?" Sirius smiled, "The Wizengamot has found me not guilty, which means that I am free now."

"My parents left me a property, if you don't mind..."

"Great, Sirius! I'm going to pack my bags now!"

"Wait a minute, are you saying you want to take this kid away?" Vernon finally intervened between the two of them, "I don't agree, you are not qualified."

Harry was stunned as he walked up the stairs. He turned around in surprise. This was strange to the Dursleys. They were usually eager to kick him out, so why did they want to keep him here today.

"Not qualified? I'm afraid the most unqualified person here is you, Vernon Dursley." Sirius's stern tone reached Vernon's ears, which made his fat body tremble.

"I just want to ask, when have you treated Harry as a nephew over the years?" Sirius said aggressively, "He has known nothing but feeling neglected and cruel at your hands. The best case scenario is that he can Run away from the abuse of this boy who is hiding behind you."

"Abuse? You mean, we... abused Dudley? How dare you..." Petunia's frantic voice sounded a bit like a shrew, but when Sirius pointed his wand, Petunia suddenly became silent.

"Hurry up and pack your bags, Harry." Sirius winked at him.

Harry had never felt so happy. The arrival of Sirius made the Dursley family feel depressed, and the repression that had been suppressed for more than ten years felt like it was released all at once.

When Harry dragged down boxes of supplies and a cage containing Hedwig, Sirius was already at the door ready, putting his hat high on his head.

"Okay, Harry, we should go." Sirius waved his wand, and the box near Harry disappeared out of thin air. "Oh, by the way, if anyone asks, just say that Harry was killed by his godfather. It was taken."

"Goodbye." Harry waved to the Dursleys and followed Sirius out.

"Godfather? What did he just say?" Vernon was a little shocked, "That murderer is actually his godfather?!"

. . . . .

"It is indeed a large part of the human heart." Louis said, "But, Harry, how long has your scar been hurting?"

"It started half a month ago, and it's gotten worse recently." Harry rubbed his forehead.

Scar pain is not a good sign. Harry's lightning scar is fused with Voldemort's soul, and the pain may be a sign that Voldemort is about to become active.

It seems that the matter seems to be more serious than Louis thought. Voldemort seems to be in an extremely weak state now, but his apostle, who knows whether he will cause any big trouble.

"I think, Harry, you need to tell Dumbledore about this situation."

Harry nodded, after all this involved Voldemort.

Following Harry all the way in, Louis noticed the structure of No. 12 Grimmauld Place. Its overall style looked very depressing, and the surrounding corridors were filled with house-elf heads.

"It's scary, isn't it? Sirius hates living here too." Harry shook his head, "But there's nothing we can do about it, this is Sirius' only home after all."

Those house-elf heads were indeed a little scary, but that was an honor to the house-elves.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the most interesting part of this house." Harry snapped his fingers at Louis, "You must have never imagined that there is a basement under such a mansion."

"Well, we'd better be careful, I don't want to wake that guy up." Harry scratched his head and pointed to the portrait hanging on the wall, which was covered with a layer of black cloth.

However, the idea was good, but the reality was cruel. When they tiptoed past the canvas, they accidentally knocked over the broom standing on the ground, and made a loud knocking sound.

The black cloth floated up automatically, revealing a fierce-looking old lady.

"You bunch of bitches, filthy scum! Get out of the ancestral home of my Black family! Who allowed you to defile my house!"

The old lady's extremely mean words reached their ears. Harry and Louis worked together to cover the portrait with black cloth, gasping for air.

Wow, he is simply a Zaun madman, no, more Zaun than a Zaunite.

"That was Sirius's mother just now. There is no way she has always been like this, so we have to be careful when passing here." Harry wiped the sweat from his face. It can be imagined that in the past half month, Harry has been affected by his old age. I don’t know how many times my wife has insulted me.

After passing the portrait of the old lady, the entrance to the basement was already in sight, and Harry turned the door that sealed the basement.

The basement of the Black family mansion seemed to be a kitchen, but it seemed much smaller than the space on the ground.

"This is the kitchen, just like Hogwarts." Harry sat on a chair in the basement. "Sirius said that many of the Black family's treasures and books are stored here. He said that as long as we are here, Take it with us.”

He suddenly stopped talking, and Louis followed his gaze. In the darkness of the basement, a house elf appeared there.