Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Along the steps, Canaan and Roger found their dormitory, a dormitory at the corner of the corridor.

The other two people in the dormitory were Will Anthony and Terry Boot.

And among the freshmen of Ravenclaw this year, there were only four of them boys, which happened to form the only dormitory.

Canaan found the crib with his name written on it. The cot was by the arched window, which looked out onto the dark Forbidden Forest. Canaan even saw Hagrid's cabin, and the bonfire in front of the cabin seemed to be like a firefly in the dark, glowing faintly.

Canaan felt that Hagrid would probably blame himself for what happened today. Although the half-blood giant looked tall, he was actually very fragile inside. He decided to take some time to see Hagrid.

 …

In the middle of the night, opposite to a troll image on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, golden sparks flashed, and Canaan emerged from the mirror space.

"The Room of Requirement should be here." Canaan murmured looking at the wall in front of him.

The Room of Response is a very magical room, which can generate different rooms according to the different needs of each person.

Canaan remembers that in the final film of the Harry Potter series, Ravenclaw's diadem was hidden in it by Voldemort. Now he needs to find the house and take out the crown.

"I need a room where I can hide things." Canaan walked back and forth in front of the wall, concentrating on chanting.

A three-meter-high gate slowly appeared on the opposite wall, almost covering the entire wall.

"very good!"

After Canaan walked in, he found that the space inside was very large, but also very messy. A large number of items are piled up in small hills, which looks like a garbage dump.

However, a dilapidated knight's armor in the distance attracted Canaan's attention. There was a gray crown on the armor's head, as if it had been placed here for hundreds of years, which was very old-fashioned.

If nothing else, it should be the crown of Ravenclaw, who was made into a Horcrux by Voldemort. He could feel the evil breath from the crown, as if he was tempting people to wear it.

Canaan stepped forward and carefully used the floating spell to put the crown into the storage bag, not daring to touch it with his hands. He felt that Voldemort must have left a backhand in his Horcrux, so it's better to be careful.

After finding the crown, Canaan searched around again. Although the room where the items were hidden was full of old antiques, there were some precious items.

He saw a dilapidated flying broomstick, Nimbus 1000, which was the first version of the Nimbus series, and it was very collectible.

In addition, Canaan also found a magic book of "Transfiguration Analysis". There is a thick layer of dust on the book, it seems that it has been here for some years. But this book records a lot of combat techniques using transfiguration, and Canaan feels very practical.

After continuing to search for a while, Canaan felt that there was nothing to gain, so he rushed back to the dormitory. He is still looking forward to tomorrow's class, and he doesn't want to go to class with a pair of panda eyes.

The next day, the morning sun shone through the window on Canaan's face, waking him up from his sleep.

Hogwarts' first-year courses were not very easy, so he briefly glanced at the timetable. Except that there is no class on Thursday afternoon, the rest of the time is scattered and full.

After taking Pikachu and Roger to a hasty breakfast in the hall, Canaan was ready for their first class at Hogwarts—Snape's Potions class.

When Canaan came to the Potions classroom in the basement, he found that the seats here were almost full. He also saw that Alita was already sitting in the first row, but there was no seat reserved for them. In desperation, they had no choice but to find a seat in the back row and sit down quickly.

"Oh, why do they have a crucible on their table? Why don't we have one?" Roger looked around, a little puzzled. It wasn't until he saw Canaan silently took out a crucible from the storage bag that he slapped his forehead, "Damn it, I left the crucible in the dormitory."

"Let's share one. It's too late to go back and get it now." Canaan shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, he is used to putting things in storage bags, otherwise he might have forgotten the crucible.

At this time, the door of the classroom was pushed open with a "bang", and Snape walked in quickly wearing a black robe.

He stood on the high platform in front of the classroom, glanced at everyone with his sharp eagle, and then spoke slowly.

"Potions requires close science and rigorous craftsmanship."

"This course doesn't require you to wave a magic wand stupidly, but I hope you can really appreciate the beauty of the white smoke and fragrance wafting from the simmering cauldron."

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death!" Snape's indifferent voice echoed in the classroom.

"But there is one thing, you won't be the kind of idiots and idiots I often meet." Snape suddenly looked at Canaan in the back row, and said in a stern voice: "Mr. No pets allowed?"

really! You will be targeted as soon as you come!

Canaan stood up against everyone's gaze, and said slowly: "Professor Snape, Pikachu is not just a pet. It saved all of us yesterday. Professor McGonagall said it is our hero. Moreover, it Here, it will not affect our experiments."

"Pika! Pika!" Pikachu also climbed on the table, waving his tail, and nodded in agreement.

"Shut up, the magic power attached to the pet's hair will have a great impact on the experiment, I don't believe that the famous Mr. Blaine doesn't even know about this!" Snape interrupted coldly.

"Professor, don't worry, I cast a spell on Pikachu's body in advance, and it won't lose a hair today." Canaan still smiled, facing the aggressive Snape with ease.

Snape frowned slightly. He felt that every time he faced Canaan with sharp words, it was like hitting cotton with his fist, which had no effect.

Dragging a big black cloak, he quickly got off the stage and came to Canaan with a sense of oppression.

"I hope you take care of your big fat yellow rat..." Snape looked into Canaan's eyes and said word by word. But before he finished speaking, he saw Pikachu on the table raised his tail angrily, surrounded by electric current.

"Pika!" Pikachu looked at Snape angrily, as if he would attack in the next moment.

Snape's lips moved slightly, and finally swallowed the rest of the words. He gave Pikachu a hard look, then turned his head and walked back to the high platform, like a big bat that has lost a battle.

After that, Snape seemed even more irritable.

"Campbell! Where's your cauldron? Don't tell me, you didn't even bring your brain!"

A chubby boy from the snake yard stood up: "Professor, I'm very sorry, I forgot. But Alita next to me said that she can experiment with me, so I don't think this should be a problem."

"Shut up, don't make excuses for your stupidity, 10 points for Slytherin!"

The potions class in the morning went on amidst Snape's roar. As for Canaan, Snape didn't care about him anymore.

And Canaan was so happy, after he and Roger completed the simple classroom tasks. I just took out the materials from the storage bag, and practiced other advanced medicines alone, very free.

It's just that Snape would turn around occasionally, and when he saw that some steps in Canaan were not handled perfectly, he would point out the problem with extremely sarcastic words, and then strode away.

Ah! Poor Snape!

 …

Lunch time, auditorium hall.

"It's hard to imagine that Professor Snape would deduct credits from his own college in Potions class." Robert said in surprise. In all the years he had been at Hogwarts, he had never heard of such a thing.

"I think he must have been pissed off. But he looked all right, apart from being grumpy and severe." Roger expressed his opinion as he scooped up strawberry-flavored patches with a silver spoon.

"Roger, it seems that you don't know him well. Let me tell you, if you want to rank the professors at Hogwarts, Professor Snape must be the least popular one." Robert said softly Said.

Listening to their chat, Canaan ate the tough and tender steak and didn't interrupt. It has to be said that the house elves at Hogwarts cook very well, and many of the foods are full of characteristics.

His steak seems to be a French method. The steak has a light red wine flavor, coupled with the freshness of lemon juice, it presents a unique taste and is very delicious.

"Canaan, after lunch, Dumbledore wants to talk to you." At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly walked up to Canaan's ear and whispered.

Canaan looked up and found that Dumbledore was smiling at him with crescent-shaped eyes. He raised the red wine glass in his hand and gestured slightly.

What is this old fox going to do?

After lunch, Canaan came to the principal's office, and Dumbledore was already waiting for him in front of the door.

"It seems that you don't dislike life at Hogwarts very much, and you have a good time with your friends." Dumbledore smiled.

"The life here is really good, and the food is even better, but why are you looking for me?"

"Yesterday, the mermaids rioted. Did you feel anything unusual?" Dumbledore asked slowly.

"No, Mr. Principal, I think you can also check what happened at that time? This incident has nothing to do with me." Canaan shook his head.

Didn't Dumbledore suspect him?

"Oh, Canaan, I didn't doubt you, I just thought you might be able to perceive details that ordinary people can't." Dumbledore explained.

Canaan stroked his chin and pondered: "If you really want to say something, there were indeed some strange things yesterday. First of all, we heard a "plop" sound of falling into the water, and then the mermaid swam over to surround us. It was our freshmen who took the lead. Attack the mermaids, they will attack us."

"However, I believe that you should already be investigating that newborn Will? How about it? Is there any problem with him?" Canaan then asked.

Dumbledore shook his head solemnly: "He has no problem." This is also what puzzled him the most.

"Okay, then I'll go back, I still have class in the afternoon!" Canaan shrugged and turned his head to leave. He didn't want to worry about Dumbledore, and the mermaid riot shouldn't bother him.

"Wait, Canaan, I hope you can go to the mermaid's lair in the Black Lake with me this afternoon." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Professor McGonagall has asked for leave for you."

"Oh, hell, I still want to go back and catch up on sleep..." Seeing Dumbledore's fox-like smile, Canaan sighed weakly.