Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Mr. Malfoy, long time no see."

Louis didn't even turn his head, he knew who was coming. There was a hint of arrogance in this tone, it was not Lucius Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family.

Since the last werewolf incident was once again suppressed by Louis, Lucius has rarely appeared in the public eye. The most recent time was to express his views on Sirius's misjudgment incident in the Daily Prophet.

"Lucius." A welcoming expression appeared on Dumbledore's face, "It seems that the matters within the Malfoy family have been resolved, and you, the patriarch, have also come to the auction."

"I don't want the Headmaster to worry about matters within the family." Lucius Malfoy twitched. Indeed, the family's ancestral secretary was stolen inexplicably, which has made the Malfoy family a little anxious this year.

"On the other hand, you, Dumbledore, have not participated in the Cliona Auction all year round, yet you don't know its rules."

"Lucius, what do you mean?" Dumbledore took a sip of his drink, still looking calm and composed.

"Cliona's Auction is an auction for pure-blood wizards. The original intention of its establishment was to let wizards have their resources in their own hands." Lucius walked into the private room with his cane.

"So, the Auction Guild has always only invited pure-blood wizard families to participate. Later, due to pressure from many parties, it broke the rules and joined the most prestigious figures in the magic world, such as the minister, and of course you."

"But, Dumbledore, you came today and actually brought a child of Muggle descent to the auction." Lucius said this and glanced at Louis with contempt.

So, after talking for a long time, he was still targeting me. Lewis didn't want to argue with Lucius, what's more, he was just brought by Dumbledore, and the old man would explain everything.

"Yes, Lucius, you are right." Old Deng put down his cup and slowly turned to Lucius Malfoy, "However, I brought the person, and I think there are no mandatory rules for the auction. We can't bring anyone in."

"It's just that some wizard families will be unhappy." Lucius pointed to the special positions outside the windows, "I think some of the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan even hate the existence of Muggles if I leak the news here. "

"Just mention it, Lucius, just mention it." Dumbledore waved his hand, "If they come to me, I won't have to introduce them to Louis."

Dumbledore did not accept Lucius's tactics at all. His prestige in the wizarding world could not be shaken by just a few wizarding families.

Lucius froze. He really didn't expect that Dumbledore would even become the enemy of the entire wizarding world for Lewis.

"What's the matter? It's so noisy." Guild President Mistraci happened to step in from the door. He had taken the magic wolf potion given by Louis for notarization and was about to hand over the money to Louis himself.

Cliona Auction has absolute confidence that they will never fail to sell any notarized items. Because this is a rare item certified by the highest honor auction in the wizarding world. Therefore, they usually give the deposit money to the seller before the auction begins, and then settle the remaining money minus the handling fee after the auction ends.

"It's okay, Mr. Fitcher, I'm just communicating with Dumbledore."

Lucius Malfoy bowed to Mistrac calmly, and then walked out with his hand in hand. Facing the president of the Auction Guild, Lucius Malfoy didn't dare to openly embarrass himself.

"Principal Dumbledore, Mr. Wiggins, Malfoy didn't make things difficult for you, right?" Mistrach asked with concern, "Recently, people from their sacred twenty-eight tribes have become more and more arrogant. Even I, who can I might not be able to suppress them."

"It's not difficult, Mistrac. By the way, what brings you to our place?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, that's right." Mistraci patted his head and handed the blue coin in his hand to Louis, "This is the base price of the magic wolf potion, a total of three thousand gold galleons. It was given by the chief wizard of our guild. Gandalf himself appraised it."

"Gandalf? Is that the old man in white robe Gandalf?" Louis was excited when he heard the name, and the blue coin in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Well, I don't know whether the robe is white or not, but Master Gandalf does like white clothes." Mistraci scratched his head and thought, does this guy even know what color clothes the old man likes to wear?

"Mr. Wiggins, why do you ask?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious. The name sounds like he's about the same age as Professor Dumbledore?" Louis hurriedly murmured. This old man couldn't really have traveled from Middle Earth.

"Hahaha, indeed, although he was not born in Hogwarts, he once had a relationship with Dumbledore."

"Like me, we are both stubborn people." Dumbledore stroked his beard, "It happened a long time ago, so it's okay not to mention it."

Judging from their conversation, Dumbledore and Gandalf still have a past? Louis instantly pictured two old men with similar looks and similar personalities standing together, ugh. . . .

"Now that the deposit has been obtained, I won't bother you anymore and enjoy it." Mistrachi stepped back and locked the door of the private room.

"Professor, what are these blue coins for?" Lewis spread the coins in his hands.

"This is a magic coin exclusive to Cliona's auction. One magic coin is equivalent to five hundred gold galleons." Dumbledore explained, "When you want to bid, you must first stuff the reserve price next to your seat. In the coin mouth, each bid must not be less than five hundred gold galleons, which is a magic coin. "

"If the bidding is successful, these low-price magic coins will be recovered. If the bidding fails, the machine will directly return the magic coins. Of course, at the end, the magic coins can still be exchanged for gold galleons."

"So it's used as a reserve price?" Louis counted the magic coins in his hand, and there were indeed exactly six.

"That's the truth." Dumbledore did not turn to Lewis, but looked at the person who had just entered the opposite compartment.

"Professor?" Lewis waved his hand, interrupting Dumbledore's thoughts.

"The opposite side is..."

"The Lestrange family is one of the twenty-eight holy families." Dumbledore said, "Lucius is right. There are indeed many pure-blood families that value bloodline theory."

"Lestrange?" Louis frowned. Although he did not see the appearance of the person opposite him clearly, if Dumbledore was right, the person opposite him was a family with the same blood as his.

"At that time, a large number of wizarding families supported Voldemort, and Lestrange was one of them. Although the fall of Voldemort greatly damaged their family's vitality, their thoughts on bloodline have never changed."

"Not all pure-blood families think this way, right?" Louis asked, "For example, the Weasley family and the Shacklebolt family."

"Yes, Weasley and Shacklebolt are also members of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clan, but Louis, have you noticed that even a family with such a distinguished title cannot come to this auction."

"Perhaps the twenty-eight sacred tribes no longer live up to their name?"

"That's right." Dumbledore affirmed with some sadness in his tone. "The long river of time has caused some families to fall, such as the Gaunt family. Even the oldest Black family only has Sirius and a few of his family members left. A sister."

"The incompatibility of the pure-blood wizard family's ideas also caused the wizard family to fall apart. The wizard families were not united with each other. This was also the reason why wizards gradually began to decline."

Looking at the inner wish of this more than a hundred-year-old man, Louis sighed. How could those wizarding families with deep-rooted ideas about blood change their minds so easily.

However, the two did not think for a long time, because after a while, the lights below suddenly dimmed, and the long-awaited auction was finally about to begin.