Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Where do they live?" Ron looked around, "I mean the Durmstrang group."

In fact, he was more concerned about Klum, and even wanted to give up his bed for him to sleep.

However, the next second, the answer was already there. Krum and his group followed Slytherin out, and Karkaroff was still urging his students.

"Let's go back to the ship. How are you, Victor?" Karkaroff asked with concern, "Have you taken the medicine? Do you need some wine?"

Krum shook his head gloomily, put on his coat, and walked straight past Karkaroff.

"I also want some wine, Professor." Another boy from Durmstrang said, his eyes full of salivation.

"I didn't ask you, Sklav." Karkaroff said sternly, "Don't think I don't know how much you, an alcoholic, want to drink, but your father specifically told me..."

He led the students past Louis and the others, and several people stopped to let Durmstrang pass first.

"Thank you." Karkaroff was a little careless, but when he looked up, he saw Louis and Harry.

When he looked at Louis, his eyes were full of resentment and anger, but it was fleeting, because Harry beside him was even more attracted to him.

He stared at Harry, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

Behind him, Durmstrang's students also stopped. Karkaroff's eyes kept looking at Harry until he saw the scar on his forehead. Durmstrang also followed their principal's gaze. She looked at him with an expression of sudden realization.

"Yes, it's Harry Potter!"

Behind them, Alastor Moody's roar came from far and near. He stood on crutches and stared at Karkaroff.

"Hmph." Karkaroff did not dare to look at Moody. He waved the students away with one hand and gestured towards Moody contemptuously with the other hand.

"He has a conflict with Professor Moody?" Harry asked the people around him in a low voice.

"Igor Karkarov was a Death Eater before, Potter." Moody explained, "He gained his freedom by selling his teammates, and Luke Wood and Barty Crouch Jr. are his results. "

"So you'd better have less contact with him."

His magic eye kept staring in the direction where Karkaroff disappeared, with an expression of extreme disgust on his mutilated face.

. . . . .

"Do you think Professor Moody is cynical?"

Ron said as he walked ahead on the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

"This may be his character, Ron." Hermione took over, "But he is indeed right about one thing, Karkaroff is dangerous."

"But this is Hogwarts. What do you think he will do?" Ron spread his hands, saying that they were all too vigilant. He thought that Hogwarts was the safest place in the world.

"Anyway, you have to be careful about him." Lewis interjected, "I don't think he is as simple as he appears."

Just when they reached the third floor, they were met by a petite figure.

"Excuse me... is any of you Mr. Wiggins?"

She was wearing a sky blue school robe, and she was obviously a student of Beauxbatons. She was wearing a headscarf, and she looked like she was only eleven or twelve years old.

"I am, what's the matter?"

Louis stood in front of her and stared at the girl curiously.

"Well, Professor Flamel asked me to give it to you. He said he would ask you to come over." The French girl spoke not very fluent English and spoke intermittently, but her voice was quite pleasant.

She lowered her head and timidly handed a piece of paper to Lewis's hand. She was about to turn around and leave, but was held back by Lewis.

"I'm sorry." Louis quickly apologized for his rude behavior, "But I really don't know where you Beauxbatons students live. Can you take me there?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded towards him. Louis said goodbye to his friends and followed the girl.

Beauxbatons students live in the Ravenclaw Tower of Hogwarts, and Professor Flitwick has specially set aside a floor for their students.

The little girl walked quickly. She was afraid that Lewis would ask her anything else, so she deliberately kept a certain distance from him.

"I'm sorry, have I seen you somewhere before?" Lewis asked the girl.

But she didn't answer. She wrapped her scarf tighter and quickened her pace further.

Louis shook his head. The Beauxbatons girl was indeed much shyer than Hogwarts. If only she could be half as enthusiastic as Natasha.

The Ravenclaw Tower is a layman's distance from the main castle. At the end of October in England, the wind was biting, especially at Hogwarts, where the water was heavy. It was late autumn with strong winds blowing outside.

The girl left in a hurry, but she didn't expect the wind to come so suddenly.

"Watch out!"

The autumn wind blew the skirt of her school uniform, and she subconsciously used her hands to press down the skirt, but her headscarf was blown away by the wind.

"Fall quickly!" Louis quickly pulled out his wand, increased the gravity of the turban that was fluttering in the wind, and landed it on his hand. Then when he was about to return it to the girl, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

She has waist-length solid-colored hair and a pair of turquoise eyes. Her appearance is extremely amazing. Although she is only eleven or twelve years old, she is definitely a beauty.

"Thank you...Thank you." The girl took the headscarf from Lewis, her eyes with long eyelashes flashing, as beautiful as an angel.

Louis finally understood the significance of their headscarves, a gift from God that also brought turmoil.

And the only little girl who can have such an honor is probably Gabrielle Delacour.

Like her sister, she has one-quarter Veela blood, which is one of the reasons why she looks like a Veela.

"What’s wrong with you?"

As if she had just helped, the distance between Gabrielle and Louis became closer, and she waved her little hand in front of Louis a few times.

"Ah, it's okay." Louis turned his head away from her for a moment. Veela had a fatal attraction for men. Even though Louis was prepared, when faced with a wizard with Veela blood, his heart began to Thumping.

In fact, Gabrielle was not like this. When she was at Beauxbatons Academy, she had a particularly good relationship with Nicolas Flamel. As an honorary professor of Beauxbatons, Flamel regarded the little girl as her daughter since she entered Beauxbatons. She was treated like her biological granddaughter, and it was also from his mouth that Gabrielle heard his praise for Louis for the first time, which made Gabrielle full of curiosity.

Therefore, when Flamel planned to call Louis over, she volunteered to inform him, but she never expected that it would be a boy who was only thirteen years old.

Gabrielle had very little contact with people of the opposite sex her age, so the first time she saw Louis, she was a little shy and at a loss. It was also when the other party returned the headscarf to him that his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

The French girl also unconsciously felt a little shaken in her heart.