Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"But this, Professor Dumbledore..."

"You deserve it," said Dumbledore, "and it has no effect on me now."

After solving the Horcrux problem, Dumbledore also studied it specially, but he didn't know whether it was due to the problem of the magic instruments made by Merlin or the reason that only specific people could open them. In short, in Dumbledore's hands it was just A very ordinary locket engraved with the Slytherin snake.

"Thank you then, Professor." Lewis could only hold it in his hand. The moment he took it from the old principal's hand, the beautiful locket flashed brightly, which made Dumbledore smile slightly. There was a pause, but he still decisively put the locket in Lewis's hand.

"Then can I go back, Professor?" Louis said softly, "As for Durmstrang's summer exchange student program, I can participate."

"No problem, I still have to discuss the next details with Barty and Igor." Dumbledore stood up and said goodbye to Louis.

He exited the door of the principal's office and noticed that Karkaroff's eyes were always fixed on him, or rather on the locket in his hand.

. . . . . .

"What? You mean Dumbledore wants you to be an exchange student at Durmstrang?"

In the care of magical creatures class in the afternoon, Ginny said in surprise. They were observing the Bowtruckle at this moment.

"Shh, keep your voice down, Ginny." Louis looked around and found that no one was looking in their direction.

"This matter has not yet been settled. Dumbledore is discussing the possibility with Mr. Crouch and Karkaroff."

Lewis didn't want too many people to know about this. If it didn't happen, wouldn't he become a joke to everyone?

The exchange student program is extremely enviable for every young wizard. Countries in the wizarding world do not interact with each other as frequently as Muggles. The opportunity for young wizards to go abroad to learn about other countries' magical culture is extremely rare.

"You don't have to worry about that, Louis. The Ministry of Magic is stepping up efforts to promote magical exchanges between countries. Besides, it's the time of the Triwizard Tournament, so the chance of success is quite high." Luna teased the Bowtruckle on the side. , "And everyone is talking about Hagrid recently."

"Hagrid? What happened to him?"

"You don't know? The Daily Prophet published an article today, which seems to have been written by Rita Skeeter." Luna straightened her back, "She reported about Hagrid, saying that he was of impure blood. , not a wizard of blood, but a hybrid giant."

Louis frowned, no wonder there were so few people coming to the Care of Magical Creatures class today. In the image of wizards, giants are symbols of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Although Rita was reporting a fact, her overly stereotyped image and extremely personal understanding had distorted a kind person, so much so that after that class, they didn't see Hagrid show up for a whole week.

"We have to help him."

"How can I help?" Ron played with his magic pinball. "Hagrid is a hybrid giant. This is an unshakable fact. Although I hate that woman, she has grasped our pain points."

"But Hagrid is not that kind of person." Hermione retorted, "People are too prejudiced against non-wizards, just like house elves..."

"But you have to know, Hermione, it's because human thoughts are the hardest to change." Ron was a little annoyed. "I also want to help Hagrid, but our power alone cannot influence the direction of public opinion."

This is also the reason why Rita Skeeter is terrifying. As the most influential special correspondent of the Daily Prophet in the British wizarding world, she can influence people's values ​​​​with a casual sentence.

"No, maybe we can, Ron." Lewis suddenly thought of something, "There is someone who can help us."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Follow me." Louis called to several friends and left the Gryffindor common room together.

. . . . .

"What? You mean you want to see Madame Maxime?"

Under the Ravenclaw Tower, Fleur Delacour leaned against the stone pillar and looked at the six little kids in front of her.

"Yes, we have something to ask her for help with."

"Why don't you go find Gabrielle?" Fleur fiddled with her hair, "Don't you think it's more convenient for her?"

"I don't want to cause any more scandals, and then you have to ask me to settle the score again." Louis spread his hands helplessly. The consequences of the last time he followed Gabri to find Nic Flamel are still fresh in his mind.

Fleur glared at him and signaled him not to take advantage of the embarrassing incident last time.

"Of course, if you are willing to do me this favor, in exchange I can tell you the secret about the golden egg."

"Really?" Fleur paused. This condition was quite tempting. As one of the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, it took her a long time to crack this golden egg. However, so far, there is nothing but the tortured scream. So far nothing has been found.

Louis nodded affirmatively. He didn't care whether the content of the second project would be known to his competitors. After all, if Voldemort wanted to ensure that he could get Harry's blood, he must first ensure that Harry Potter could win the Triwizard Tournament. , then in this way, even if other players know more information, the champion will only be Hogwarts.

"Okay, but you'd better not lie to me." Fleur warned Louis.

"If you don't believe it, we can cast an unbreakable oath."

Fleur didn't speak. She led Louis and others up. After passing the eagle-headed door knocker, they circled around the top of the tower and stopped in front of a more magnificent door.

Fleur patted it three times with her hand, and the door let out a slight roar. The locked door opened with a click, revealing the extremely huge inner body inside.

"I never thought there was such a thing in Ravenclaw Academy." Colin leaned his head and looked inside. This room was surprisingly large.

"This used to be the place where Rowena Ravenclaw lived. I read about it in the book." Hermione stepped into it first. "It is said that the size of the rooms inside will change according to the magic level of the occupants. It also You can conjure up all kinds of furniture at will, but this place has never been used since Rowena’s death.”

This is similar to the Room of Requirement in the castle.

"Professor Maxim, they are here." Fleur respectfully knelt down towards the behemoth sitting on the sofa.

The sofa slowly turned around, and Beauxbatons' principal, Madame Maxime, was holding a red wine glass in her hand, elegantly enjoying her comfortable afternoon life.

"You are finally here, sit down, everyone, I have been waiting for you for a long time."