Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"How do you know that name?"

In the tea room on the sixth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital, Louis and the masked man sat across the table, and he twirled the macchiato in his hand.

"You are indeed related to her..."

The masked man leaned back on the chair. The atmosphere in the tea room was more relaxed than the atmosphere in the ward.

"This has nothing to do with you." Lewis said lightly, "You should also know that asking more questions will not do you any good."

"Haha." The masked man sneered, "Do you know how influential the name Meseles is in Germany?"

"What's the meaning?"

"She is a celebrity in the German magic world, let's put it that way." The masked man's hands were spinning on the table, "If you just go to Germany alone, you won't even have a chance to meet her."

"She is the director of the Auror Office of the German Ministry of Magic and the president of the Thor Society." The masked man explained, "She has a high prestige in Germany. Now do you think you still have a chance?"

"Thunder God Society?"

Louis began to think about it. The status of the Thor Order was the same as that of the Order of the Phoenix in the UK. He did not expect that his biological mother would have such a status in Germany.

The masked man looked at him quietly, waiting for an explanation.

"I won't tell you the reason yet, but I can go with you." Louis gave this answer after three or four minutes of silence. In this regard, the masked man temporarily gained his trust.

"But you have to tell me, what do you need me for in Germany?"

"It's very simple." He put his hands in his pockets, "Sirius was in trouble in the werewolf tribe. We suspect that the magic disk guarded by the Thunder God Society was stolen by the werewolves of the werewolf tribe, so we need your help. Investigate the werewolf tribe."

"Werewolf tribe? Aren't the werewolf tribe under the supervision of your German Ministry of Magic?" Louis was very puzzled. "Shouldn't this kind of thing be solved by your Ministry of Magic yourself?"

"It's not that simple." The masked man shook his head, "Our relationship with the werewolf tribe is actually very delicate. On the surface, it is supervision, but they do not obey our jurisdiction. Especially recently, the old patriarch is critically ill, and the number of their riots has increased. More and more.”

"So, the werewolf tribe will not welcome us from the German Ministry of Magic." The masked man said in a cold tone, "But you are different."

"You can approach them in the name of Dumbledore, and I think Dumbledore is also willing to win over the werewolf tribe, because there is another British force that is ready to move recently."

"You mean, Voldemort?"

Louis was not surprised that the masked man knew about Dumbledore, because the battle with Grindelwald was the most exciting magical game in the twentieth century, and it also made Dumbledore famous throughout Europe.

However, Voldemort reached out quickly enough. Not long after his resurrection, he wanted to rapidly develop his own power. And according to Louis' understanding, he not only went to the werewolf tribe, but also went to the giant tribe to join his camp.

Judging from their appearance, they should have failed. Werewolves are not stupid giants like giants. They will consider the long-term interests and development of their own tribe. Otherwise, the German Ministry of Magic would not have won the hearts and minds of the werewolf tribe after so many years.

"Okay, I'm doing you a favor, but I can't guarantee that I can find it."

"Then it's a pleasure to cooperate." The masked man stretched out a hand, "You don't have to worry about safety, we will send three Aurors to follow you."

"No need, if there really is a fight, there's no guarantee who will protect whom. Besides, I have my own people in the werewolf tribe."

What he said is true. The fighting power of a group of werewolves cannot be matched by two adult wizards. Moreover, there are several strangers following them all the time, which will also prevent Lewis from showing his trump card.

"remarkably brave..."

After drinking up the macchiato in the cup, Louis went down with the masked man. When passing by the fifth floor, he was once again attracted by a ward.

"Wait for me here."

He walked over to the door marked with Ward No. 49. An eye-catching "Magic Permanent Damage" was posted on the wall next to the door, and the names of some patients were hung below.

Suddenly someone tapped Harry on the shoulder and said in a very familiar voice:

"Hello, I hope you'd like my autograph, right?"

Louis opened his eyes wide, and he realized that the somewhat crazy man in front of him was actually Gilderoy Lockhart. Two years ago, it was Louis' explosive barrier spell that caused his head to hit a stone wall, causing permanent memory damage.

"Why are you here, Professor?"

"I've always been here, this is my home." Gilderoy Lockhart looked stupid, "Don't you want my autograph, kid."

"I don't want to at all." Louis looked at him, "Do you really not remember who I am?"

"Who are you? We haven't met before, have we?" Lockhart looked confused. He scratched his head and scratched his head, trying desperately to remember, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Ah, Lockhart, you naughty boy, why are you running around in the corridor again?" At this moment, a nurse suddenly appeared. She grabbed Lockhart and pushed him into Ward 49.

"Sorry, this gentleman has caused you trouble." The nurse cast an apologetic look at Louis, "His memory is severely damaged, and there is almost no sign of improvement. Our doctors judged it to be a double blow of magic and physics. , which fragmented the memory blocks in his brain, and now he only remembers people asking him for autographs.”

"Double? Isn't that why your head hit the stone?"

"If that's all, that would be fine." The nurse sighed, "For our doctors, Muggle trauma can basically be solved in an instant, but his brain damage has a magical aspect. , and it’s permanent.”

"This requires long-term care from us." The nurse explained, "You know, whether this kind of permanent magical injury can be cured depends largely on luck. This is the case for everyone in our entire ward. Yes, they are all poor people.”

The nurse opened the door to Louis, and he saw that there were several beds side by side, separated by curtains. Louis felt as if he had entered a hell on earth, where all the patients were desperately struggling on the edge of pain.

Some patients had very strange tempers. The nurse went over to try to comfort them, but they were thrown around and chased away by yelling.

Louis walked slowly past one hospital bed after another. When he came to the last two beds by the window, he saw an old witch in dark green clothes sitting in front of the hospital bed. She was covered with a fox fur. Wearing a bowler hat made of vulture hair.

Louis knew in an instant who the two people lying on the hospital bed were. He walked up and patted her on the shoulder politely:

"Mrs. Longbottom, is that you?"