Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Uh, yeah."

Nicolas Flamel was stunned by Louis's enthusiastic performance, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Alchemist? Wait a minute." Harry suddenly remembered something, "Nicolème? It's the Philosopher's Stone..."

Dumbledore nodded. Two years ago, Nicolas Flamel's only magic stone was given to Dumbledore for safekeeping. But at the same time, Voldemort, who possessed Quirrell, was eyeing this product that could be made. The elixir of life stone.

With the efforts of Harry and the three of them, Voldemort's conspiracy was destroyed, and Quirrell died in the secret room of Hogwarts.

Later, after discussions between Dumbledore and Nicolás Flamel, in order to prevent evil people from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone and doing evil, they agreed to destroy the Philosopher's Stone.

Later in life, it is said that Nicole Flamel and her wife returned to France to live in seclusion, but for a celebrity who is more than 600 years old, seclusion is not that easy.

Beauxbatons, a prestigious French university, approached him and invited him to serve as an honorary professor at Beauxbatons. Flamel originally did not want to get involved in this muddy water, but his wife longed for life in the academy. However, despite his wife's plea, Nicolas Flamel agreed to Beauxbatons' invitation, but the premise was that he would not care about anything in the academy. The college is not allowed to interfere with their private lives.

Beauxbatons had already taken a fancy to Nicolas Flamel's reputation, and seeing that he only had these two requests, he agreed wholeheartedly.

In this way, when Dumbledore came to Beauxbatons, he made a special trip to visit his old friend. At the same time, the news about Louis was delivered to him.

"This old guy, if he had known that he was coming here to deal with Horcruxes, he shouldn't have come with you." Nicolas Flamel said viciously to Dumbledore, "I'm an old man, and you don't even know how long I haven't used it. Over the wand.”

"Only seventy years," Dumbledore said. "When Grindelwald wanted to destroy Paris, didn't you also take action?"

"That's different!" The old man said angrily, "It was a matter of life and death, and there were those brats from the Ministry of Magic and Newt..."

"It's okay this time, but what we need to deal with is Voldemort."

Nicolas Flamel fell silent, looking at Dumbledore with slightly aged eyes.

"For the last time, this is the last time, Dumbledore."

"It seems you agree."

"You dragged me to England, what else can I do?"

Although Nicoléme is old, he is strong enough to provide them with great help.

"Very good, I think you are all ready?" Dumbledore took out his wand, and then he remembered something and said to Louis and Harry,

"I know you two want to go with me, and I have no problem with that, but you have to promise me one thing."

"You must obey my command when you get there, even if it may threaten my life."

"Of course, Professor."

Louis nodded, and Harry hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't understand what Dumbledore meant by the second half of what he said, he finally nodded in agreement.

"Since there are no objections, we can set off, Kreacher."

Dumbledore greeted the house elf who had just arrived in the hall. Kreacher glanced at Sirius hesitantly. He nodded at Kreacher, and the elf staggered to Dumbledore.

"You should still remember the location of the cave. Could you please take us there?"

"I remember, sir." Kreacher said, and then bowed to Dumbledore, "If sir is willing to bring Master Regulus back, Kreacher is willing to do whatever it takes."

"Of course, he is a hero, and this is the honor he deserves." Dumbledore said, "We will not let any hero end up in that place."

"Thank you sir, thank you." Kreacher said with tears in his eyes.

"So, now, can you give me your hand?" Dumbledore extended his hand in a friendly manner, "I need you to apparate and take us to the cave."

Kreacher's small hand held Dumbledore's big old hand. Louis and Harry were on Dumbledore's left side, and Sirius and Nicolas Flamel were on Kreacher's right side.

After a while, as if time and space were distorted, several people disappeared into Grimmauld Place, and the house No. 12 slipped quietly between No. 11 and No. 13 without anyone else noticing.

A strong sense of space squeezing came over me, but because Dumbledore had taken Lewis to experience disembodiment many times before, he was somewhat used to it this time.

When Louis came out of the oppressive pipe, they had come to a small rock.

The violent waves crashed against the rocks, and Louis could even smell the smell of sea salt, and the water rolled and undulated under his feet.

He turned his head and glanced behind him, where a tall and steep cliff stood, looming in the darkness. The huge rocks around them, including the one under their feet, looked like they had collapsed from somewhere on the cliff in the past. The scene in front of me was desolate and desolate; there was no vegetation or trees on the rocks, not even a grain of sand.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Louis supported Harry, who looked a little sad, and he waved to Louis.

"I still like the feeling of riding a broomstick." Harry smiled miserably. This first time of Apparition gave him a not good feeling.

"Oh, Dumbledore, please try another way in the future. My old bones can't withstand the torment of Apparition." Nicolas Flamel stretched his muscles, looking like he might be blown by the strong wind here at any time. As if running.

"Is this the place, Kreacher?" Sirius asked the house elf, "But I feel like this place is not what you described."

"Master, it's not far from here. It's just that Kreacher can't take you directly to the cave." Kreacher pointed to the cliff, and Louis followed his hand. The height of the cliff and the surrounding environment were almost nothing. A Muggle could get there.

"I didn't see anything, Kreacher." Sirius' tone seemed impatient.

"You need to feel it with your heart, Sirius." Dumbledore patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, "Voldemort's secret base will not be hidden in such a conspicuous place."

He walked to the edge of the rock and walked down a group of pits until he reached the reef that was half submerged in the water, getting closer to the cliff. This was a dangerous steep slope. Dumbledore and Nick, who was beside him, helped each other move. The six hundred-year-old man looked serious and looked extremely serious.

"Lumos!"

Dumbledore threw a point of light on the rock closest to the cliff. Louis and the others followed, and the turbulent water almost reached their ankles.

"Did you see it?"

There was a crack in the place illuminated by the flash, and dark seawater was pouring into it.

"If we are going to explore the secrets of the cave, I think we must make some sacrifices." Dumbledore said as loud as he could over the roar of the waves.

"You guys, don't mind getting yourselves wet, right?"