Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Natasha wiped the blood from her face and tasted it with her tongue.

"No one has been able to hurt me for a long time. It seems that I still underestimated you wizards."

"Who are you?" Louis walked up to Astoria. The opponent's fighting style was very similar to that of Joshua Perkins who appeared in the Quidditch World Cup before. Neither of them used a wand, only relying on their hands. You can cast spells from afar.

But relatively speaking, her strength is still a little worse than Perkins.

"We have met before, Louis Wiggins." Natasha moved her steps, with a hint of maturity in her tone.

"I think you should be very impressed by the old Gaunt house a few months ago."

"So you are here for me." Louis said calmly. He was chatting with his opponent while observing her actions.

The battle at Gunter's old house was still fresh in his memory. If Dumbledore hadn't arrived in the end, he couldn't guarantee how long he would have been able to hold on to his opponent.

"Yes, specifically, I just want something in your hand." Natasha pointed at Louis, which made him tense up, and he immediately thought of what the other person needed.

"Why, in terms of emotion and reason, it's useless to you."

"Useless to me? That should have been mine!" Natasha suddenly became angry. "That is the symbol of my Gunter family, and you outsiders will only tarnish it!"

"The Gaunt family? What is your relationship with the Gaunt family?" Louis continued to ask. In his image, the only remaining Gaunt family member alive in the world was a half-dead Voldemort.

"Shut up, you have too many questions." Natasha was obviously impatient. "Either you hand it over in person, or I come and get it myself."

"Sorry, I choose the third one." Louis suddenly pointed the wand, and a ball of blue flame turned into a huge palm, and pushed hard in Natasha's direction.

He also learned this magic from that ancient book. It is extremely destructive. The disadvantage is that it requires a long time to accumulate power.

The forest-blue flame palm exploded one meter away from Natasha's eyes, igniting a fire that filled the sky. The dead grass and trees around her were tainted with the power of the flame and instantly turned into a ball of charcoal.

Natasha's clothes were a little damaged, her eyes were closed tightly, and her hair was messy in the air.

"Louis?" Astoria looked at him nervously.

"careful!"

Astoria's back was to Natasha, so when the girl opened her eyes, she raised her hand and pointed in their direction.

Louis didn't have time to think, he picked up Astoria and made a 180-degree turn, and Natasha's magic happened to fall on Louis.

A strong thought rushed straight into his brain, and he felt that all his thoughts left him, and his body seemed to be out of his control.

Then, there was a voice in my mind, like a whisper.

"Hand over the ring...Give me the ring..."

Following that voice, Louis' body slowly walked towards Natasha. The moment he walked out of the first footprint, another voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Why give it to her? You risked your life to get it..."

"give it to me.."

"No, absolutely not!" The voice gradually became firmer in his mind, "This is your own thing, why should you give it to her."

"Give it to me! Quick!"

Lewis squatted on the ground in pain, and the two voices in his mind kept arguing and fighting.

"Louis!" Astoria hugged the ferocious-looking boy.

"Go...go quickly..." He used his remaining sanity to stop Astoria, and Natasha used one of the three unforgivables, the Imperius Curse.

He didn't know how long he could resist. He was afraid that if he was controlled by Natasha, he would hurt Astoria around him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a strong resistance." Natasha sneered, "Do you realize it? This is the magic that your wizards learned from us."

"But I'm curious about where your bottom line is."

Natasha put her hand into a fist, and an extreme pain deep in her soul suddenly burst out of Louis' body from the inside out.

The physical pain comes from oneself, but the torture of the soul is even more unacceptable, and the source of the pain cannot be found at all. It was like ants gnawing at the soul body mercilessly, like thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

Layers of cold sweat continued to break out. He huddled on the ground, feeling no sensation from the outside world at all, only the black hole coming from inside and the constant stinging pain.

Natasha's smile continued to widen, and she increased the strength of her hands. However, just when she was complacent, an extremely powerful and domineering voice suddenly rushed out from Louis' body.

"The little tricks of the ghost family dare to do anything in front of me, Slytherin, get out of here!"

Natasha's expression changed, as if she had suffered some backlash, a stream of blood burst out of her mouth, her petite body held onto the trees next to her, and she stared at Louis with an incredulous look on her face.

After Natasha's offensive receded, Louis' whole body suddenly relaxed, and the surrounding feeling gradually returned to his own. He put his hands on the ground and gasped, staring at Natasha.

At the same time, Natasha seemed to have been hit hard. She rolled her eyes and collapsed to the ground.

As if it was a backlash effect, such a picture suddenly appeared in Lewis's mind.

"I beg you, don't hurt Elise, just kill me..."

It was a woman kneeling on the ground begging to a middle-aged man who looked older.

"Don't kill her? Let this filthy bastard ruin the reputation of our Gaunt family?" The middle-aged man mercilessly sneered at the woman, "Get out of here, you disgusting Muggle, you really don't know why?" Why would Fin fall in love with Muggles?"

"I beg you, she is your granddaughter too."

"Really? In my opinion, it's not the case. Don't touch me, you beast." The middle-aged man took away the woman's hand in disgust.

"You only have yourself to blame, little guy. Our Gunter family has never allowed any bastard to appear who would tarnish our bloodline."

I saw the man pull out his wand, and then with a woman's scream, the screen was filled with green light, and then nothing.

. . . . .

"Louis! Louis!"

Astoria's anxious voice entered Louis' mind, and then he slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

It was evening, and the starry night sky filled his eyes. Then with Astoria's help, he gradually stood up.

"Natasha, how is she?"

"Her?" Astoria looked at the unconscious Russian girl with some suspicion.

"I know what you're going to say, Astoria, but that's not her." Louis couldn't explain Natasha's situation, but it was also the one that Astoria could understand best.

The two of them walked slowly next to Natasha. After a while, the girl opened her eyes, with a trace of confusion and confusion in her eyes.

"Where is this? Huh? Brothers and sisters, why are you here?"