Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

The sky is blue and the sky is clear.

In an English-style building on Slylin Street, London, the boy sitting on the bed was staring blankly at his hands.

Zhang Liang watched as he shrank more than doubled his hands, and sighed. Not long ago, he was helping a doctor to cut the appendix on the operating table, but he never thought that the hospital circuit was aging and there was a fire. Zhang Liang had no time to escape to take care of the patient, and Both patients were buried in flames.

"Damn yellow old monster, runs fast." Zhang Liang gritted his teeth.

The old yellow monster was the doctor in charge at that time. Hearing the siren and seeing the smoke billowing outside, he ran away without looking back. He yelled, "Run! Run!"

There were only the stunned Zhang Liang and the patient who had just been taken out of the appendix and comatose. In desperation, he could only push the bed to escape, and finally he was smoked to death.

"Alright." Zhang Liang, who had come back to him, looked around and murmured. I realized that I had passed through. I was an orphan in my last life. I grew up in an orphanage. I had to rely on state funding to be admitted to college. Finally, I chose a nursing major.

Originally thought it was a job of iron rice bowl, but he did the dirty and tired work, and finally died in the fire.

"I think it's a matter of living."

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang slowly started from the bed, frowning, and his head still faintly hurt. The fusion of the two souls still has sequelae. The memory of the eight-year-old boy in the soul also appears vaguely. The boy is called Canaan and was born in a middle-class family in London, England.

Father is a well-known local pastor named Lincoln Brian, and his mother is Helen Miller. He is a physician at a nearby Wellington Hospital. He heard that the income is very good.

"Canaan, come down to dinner." A crisp female voice came from downstairs.

"Got it, Mom." Zhang Liang no longer thought much, accepted his new identity, and quickly got up from the bed.

Is what he has come to, and he will be Canaan Brian in the future.

"Poop" stepped on the wooden stairs, Canaan slowly went downstairs, saw the man near the dining table, and quickly merged with the figure in memory. A bright suit, golden oil head, thin figure, and handsome face, it looks a bit majestic.

"Daddy, good morning."

"Good morning, Canaan, your mother made your favorite French breakfast." Lincoln took a bite of buttered croissant and his voice was a little blurry.

When Canaan heard the French breakfast, the body had some instinctive resistance and was too late to think. His father shouted again.

"I have work to do later. Remember to go to school after breakfast and listen to my mother." Lincoln took the last piece of bread in his hand and took a sip of milk.

"Okay, Dad." Canaan nodded cleverly.

"Why are you so anxious that you don't eat together." The mother who just came out of the kitchen said dissatisfiedly. A piece of bright brown hair was pierced into a ponytail, the face revealed the beauty of the combination of Chinese and Western, and it was a mixed-race beauty. Canaan heard that his maternal grandfather was a Chinese, but he had never seen it.

"Okay, okay, I won't be next time." Lincoln said hurriedly, with a perfunctory tone. As they said, they snuggled together and whispered.

Canaan glanced at it and felt a little dog abuse, so he ignored it and concentrated on the food in front of him.

at this time!

The sound of "ding!" Interrupted Canaan's complaint about food.

I saw four big blue characters "Altars of the Heavens" appearing in my mind, followed by the appearance of a circular and simple altar, followed by a string of words.

Altar of the heavens:

Number of possible sacrifices: 1

Personal items: None

"Rely!" Canaan uttered a national curse silently in his heart, his face agitated.

The cheat has arrived!

Canaan looked up at his parents, and found that he was still tired, a little speechless, and did not find his abnormality. He no longer cares about the food in front of him. He sipped milk and hurriedly packed a few slices of bread. He carried his schoolbag and greeted his parents and left the house.

Waited for the meeting at the intersection platform. Canaan got on the 96 bus. Most of the children on the bus were also children of the same age. They were carrying bags and were energetic. He found a rear seat and quickly sat down.

Thomas-Battersea Preparatory Elementary School, a famous private elementary school in London, I heard that the Queen and Prince also attended this elementary school. Canaan did not know the truth. Now he was lying on the chair with some boredom, listening to the teacher teach the addition formula.

Looked at the blue altar in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling anxious. He studied for a long time, but the golden finger in his mind did not give a little reaction.

"Since the name is the Altar of Heaven, it should be possible to obtain items from other worlds, but it is also an altar. Is it necessary to sacrifice?" Canaan guessed.

The class time is not long, and it is noon soon, and the school cafeteria serves a lunch buffet. Canaan picked a steak deliberately and drank it with tomato sauce.

After school, Canaan hurried back home, saw her mother was busy in the kitchen, greeted, and came to the bedroom, locked the door and closed the curtains.

Canaan, who was sitting by the bed, slowed down, looked at the altar in his mind, and whispered "Sacrifice!"

I was afraid that the sacrifice would have too much influence, so I held back at school.

"No response!" Canaan looked around, licking her dry lips, anxious.

Do you really need sacrificial items? Thinking about it, Canaan came to the desk, opened a book at the bottom, and withdrew a ladle of paper money, which added up to 40 pounds. This is the pocket money that his predecessor has accumulated over the years.

Should I give money? Canaan was a little uncertain, after all, these pounds were his most valuable items.

"Try it, this is all my belongings. Be successful!" Canaan meditated and whispered "Sacrifice!".

The blue pillar of light in the center of the altar in my mind rises into the sky. In a short time, the banknotes in Canaan's hands also disappear with blue light.

"Ding! Extracted a mysterious gift box * 1!" A mechanical sound came from the ear.

I saw that the blue light on the altar gradually disappeared, and a slap-sized exquisite gift box appeared on the altar. At this time, the words in my mind also changed.

Altar of the heavens:

Number of possible sacrifices: 0

Personal items: Mysterious small gift box (the birthday gift of the unknown king fairy from the wilderness king) [available]

Canaan was a little excited. There is something in this altar. Although there are only three lines of text, there are still items introduced. And look at this introduction, Eastern King Fairy King! I am afraid that it is not an ordinary person, the gift should be not bad.

"Extract!" Canaan said silently. A faint blue light appeared in front of him, dragging the mysterious little gift box in the air, and Canaan immediately caught his hands. The gift box is made of gold wood, which is quite heavy and exudes bursts of fragrance. The hollow fairy relief is also carved on the outside, which looks very beautiful.

Canaan stroked the wooden box and smelled the fragrance that was scented into the air, expecting more and more things in it.

After calming down a little, he opened the gift box without hesitation.

"what is this?"

Canaan is a bit foolish ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ I saw a piece of neatly stacked pink clothes in the box. Open it and see the triangle. Is this? Xiao Nene! ! !

He was really ignorant, and his brain was down for a while.

"Why is this popular in the wild world sending this?" Canaan, who was still fantasizing about the immortal cheats and immortal medicine, was a little crying and laughing. Fortunately, after being nurtured by the culture of the 21st century, Canaan, who is more capable of accepting, can only default on this fact.

The pink inner and inner are embroidered with golden veins, the texture is delicate, just like a girl's smooth skin. Canaan fiddled with it in his hands for a while, "Fancy bells and whistles!" Still a little unwilling, he looked at the words in his mind.

Altar of the heavens:

Number of possible sacrifices: 0

Personal items: None

How do I get the number of sacrifices, is it related to the items I sacrifice? And personal items can only store things in the altar?

Canaan is a little puzzled, but unfortunately this golden finger is too rudimentary, and there are no rules of use, only bare three lines. ,

"System? System elf? The altar came out! Re-sacrifice!" There was only an echo in the empty room, and nothing happened. After trying many methods, Canaan had to give up what he saw as a fool.

After dinner, Canaan conducted an in-depth study of Xiao Nene obtained, and found that in addition to being exquisitely made, this piece of Xiao Nene turned out to be invulnerable.

Yes, he tried it with a match, but the cloth was all right. The burning match was extinguished. Put it in the water, the inside did not sink, it just floated on the surface of the water, the surface seemed to be isolated by a layer of material.

"Good stuff, it's a pity." Canaan rubbed Xiao Nene again, folded it neatly and put it in a small gift box, stuffed into the bottom of the cabinet.