Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

On Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, London, the sky was as calm as ever.

The first ray of light in the morning shines on the earth, awakening the sleeping Londoners. The residents on Privet Drive include many elites from all walks of life, and the Wiggins family, who just moved in, is one of them.

Mr. Wiggins is the owner of the prestigious German Bookstore in London. There is an endless stream of visitors every day. Even the teaching materials of the nearby Metin Middle School are provided by the German Bookstore.

Although Mrs. Wiggins works as a full-time housewife at home, her strong interpersonal skills and her network of connections are enough to shake the entire Surrey County economy.

What's weirder is their son.

As the only son of the Wiggins family, Louis Wiggins is only eleven years old but has a maturity that is unusual for his peers. According to Mrs. Wiggins, before they moved, Louis was a lively and active child, but sometimes things happened that he couldn't explain.

But everything has changed since this child was admitted to Meiting Noble Middle School and moved to Privet Drive. It was as if this child matured overnight and became a completely different person.

Not only did he ask for a separate room, he also often locked himself in it to think about life.

In this regard, both Wiggins and his wife expressed that they were helpless. Fortunately, the child was quite sensible and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"Louis, come down for dinner."

Mrs. Wiggins prepared a hearty breakfast as usual and placed it in front of the dining table. London's regular diet, egg bread and ham.

Little Louis slowly walked downstairs from upstairs. When he stepped out of the last step of the stairs like a gentleman, a brown owl flew from not far away.

"Huh? Owl?"

Mr. Wiggins, who had just finished washing, happened to see this scene, but what he couldn't understand was that the owl, which is generally nocturnal, would actually spread its wings and fly high in broad daylight, and, it seemed. . . Is this owl flying towards your home?

"Oh, it's nothing important." Mrs. Wiggins, who was not surprised, was not surprised by the owl. "It is said that at this time last year, there was an infestation of owls on Privet Drive. All the owls stopped at the Dursley's next door in broad daylight. door."

Louis didn't hear what his mother said. He opened the window of the living room with some curiosity. The owl stopped at the window in time, seemingly holding a letter in its mouth.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

The owl seemed a little impatient, as if urging Louis to get the letter.

He carefully took the envelope. There were a few neat characters written on the envelope: Mr. Louis Wiggins, 5 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"It's for me." Louis waved the envelope at his parents. Mr. Wiggins nodded slightly, as if he was still thinking about the strange behavior of the owl, while Mrs. Wiggins muttered:

"Then you can accept it, but these days, do people still use owls to deliver letters?"

After the owl finished delivering the letter, seeing that Louis didn't give him anything in return, he let out a dissatisfied "coo" and left Privet Drive pretending to be angry.

"What a strange owl."

Mr. Wiggins shook his head, then picked up a newspaper and looked at it.

"Louis, dear, don't forget to visit your neighbor senior today and ask him about his situation at Metin Middle School." Mrs. Wiggins touched Louis' head and said happily.

"Okay, Mom, I remember."

As soon as Lewis put an egg in his mouth, he couldn't wait to respond.

"Honey, you mean the Dursleys next door?" Mr. Wiggins' face reappeared from the newspaper and pointed to the neighbor who had been busy early in the morning.

"Today the Masons are going to visit the Dursleys. They started preparing early in the morning." Mr. Wiggins spread his hands.

"Oh, Petunia mentioned it to me a few days ago, but I forgot about this." Mrs. Wiggins clapped her hands knowingly, "The Dursleys are quite nice, but the only drawback is that they adopted a madman."

"Crazy?" Louis looked up in confusion. He didn't understand why his mother said that.

"It is said to be the child of their relatives. I don't know much about it and have never seen it." Mrs. Wiggins shook her head, "Okay, anyway, after the Masons leave tonight, we will go to Dursley Check it out at home.”

After breakfast, Louis couldn't wait to run back to the room and took out the letter written to him. He didn't know why, but he felt familiar, not only to the strange owl in the morning, but also to the Dursleys his mother had spoken of.

He originally did not belong to this world. In other words, his soul body did not belong to this world. Three months ago, an accident caused an alien soul to descend and possess eleven-year-old Louis. In his memory, he came from a place called Earth, and this world seemed to be the one he knew. The world of this novel.

And all the things that happened today confirmed his guess, and he arrived in the magical world of Harry Potter.

In this case, Louis opened the envelope and uncovered the red paint seal of the huge "H" letter, and the long-awaited handwriting came into view:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, and first-class wizard of the Order of Merlin).

Dear Mr. Wiggins: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st. Yours sincerely, Vice-Principal (Female) Minerva McGonagall.

Sure enough, Louis couldn't help but feel excited. Life in the magical world had always been his dream in that world. Now, fate had really brought him to this world.

After the excitement, Louis gradually calmed down. Although he had received the admission notice to Hogwarts, how could he explain this to his Muggle parents? He also had to go to the Dursleys' house to discuss it in the evening. Something about Metin High School.

Wait, the Dursleys? Louis seemed to have thought of something. The famous Harry Potter was living at the Dursleys' house.

Through the window, Louis looked at the busy Dursley family at No. 4 Privet Drive next door. The chubby Vernon Dursley was struggling to carry the supplies for the banquet, and Petunia was busy in the kitchen. After getting busy, his so-called senior, Dudley Dursley, was lying comfortably on the sofa, holding potato chips in one hand and the remote control in the other, looking at the TV without blinking.

Lewis smiled slightly, and a plan was quietly taking shape in his heart.