Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

After enjoying an exquisite Christmas dinner with his parents, Canaan left them Christmas presents and rushed to Hermione's small bedroom without stopping.

"Why did you come here so late?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, revealing a small head from under the pink quilt.

"There are a lot of things that need to be dealt with recently." Canaan explained patiently.

Hermione saw a few flakes of snow on Canaan's hair, and took the initiative to take Canaan's cold hand with some distress, and put it in the palm of his hand to protect, "It seems to be snowing heavily outside, so shall we go out?"

"Of course I'm going out, I promised you a long time ago, I can't miss the appointment." Canaan patted Hermione's head, and said softly: "Hurry up and get dressed, let's hurry up."

"Well, but you are not allowed to peek." Hermione shyly covered Canaan's eyes, and then quickly put on the clothes that had been prepared by the pillow.

Canaan smiled helplessly, she hadn't been so serious when sleeping on the same bed before.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked curiously after changing her clothes.

"Where you have never been, I guarantee you will like it."

In the narrow small bedroom, sparks splashed, and the golden space door slowly opened.

Canaan took Hermione's tender little hand and walked in slowly.

On the Crescent Island, patches of moonflower grass are bathed in the moonlight, emitting a little bit of fluorescence, just like a starry sky.

"It's so beautiful, these lights are more beautiful than the stars in the sky." For a moment, Hermione stared blankly, her eyes bent into small crescents.

"There's more than that here, come with me, and I'll show you other things..."

 …

On the other side, at the French Quidditch Stadium, a world-renowned press conference is also being held.

Guvert stood on the central platform, surrounded by dazzling light beams, and said loudly: "Everyone knows that the Killing Curse is one of the evil black magic that has no counter-curse in the magic world. But today, our Alchemy Foundation Azik The master has successfully developed a magic robe that can resist the killing curse."

"Life Magic Robe!"

With screams and cheers,

Gouvet produced a fluffy black robe.

"The creation of this magic robe was inspired by the fact that the Killing Curse can only cause damage to creatures with souls, so Mage Azik finally found a cysticercus with powerful soul power but small size in the magic world."

Guwet raised the robe of life: "Although this robe is full of cysticercosis, the comfort and defense of the robe are still unquestionable. We have carried out special treatment for cysticercosis..."

In the top box in the distance, Dumbledore, Newt and others were sitting together, their faces were flushed red by the burning stove, which drove away the cold for them.

"Guvert's voice is still so powerful." Dumbledore said cheerfully after eating a piece of dessert.

"A very capable pureblood, Canaan has found a good helper." Newt nodded first, then looked at Dumbledore and asked, "I've heard about what happened at Hogwarts a while ago, that What happened to the space collapse?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's very bad. At present, we can only delay this situation. We are still looking for a way."

"Grandpa Dumbledore, is the school about to be destroyed?" Rove asked worriedly.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, touched his head and said softly: "Don't worry, there is still a year or two to go, and we will solve this problem."

"Mr. Principal, maybe Canaan has a solution." Alita suddenly said, since she was rescued by Canaan last time, she now feels that nothing can trouble Canaan.

Dumbledore and Newt looked at each other at the same time, showing inexplicable smiles.

Seeing the weird smiles on the faces of the two old men, Alita also realized something, and a red flash flashed across her face.

Dumbledore winked at her and said with a smile, "Of course he will, he has always been my good helper."

"Dumbledore, you invited us here today, and it cost so much, what's the matter?" Newt took a sip of warm milk and cut to the chase.

"Newt, Professor Kettleburn was injured in the school's defensive battle, and I'm afraid he won't be able to teach the protection of magical creatures anymore." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Newt put down the milk in his hand, looked at the fox-like smile of the old guy opposite, shook his head helplessly and said, "I know your intention is not that simple."

When Rove heard that his grandpa might become a professor at the school, he happily shook Newt's arm: "Grandpa, come to Hogwarts, so I can see you every day."

Alita nodded in agreement.

"Your grandma will be angry, and I can't be separated from her for too long." Newt said firmly.

Dumbledore laughed when he heard this sentence: "You don't have to worry about this, Mrs. Scamander will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Newt: "..."

At this time, the conference seemed to be coming to an end.

Gouvert's loud voice came from outside.

"Next, is our last alchemy work, from Canaan Brain and his teacher, Mr. Hohenheim..."

Dumbledore got up slowly: "Let's go out and have a look too. This should be the most exciting scene of this press conference, so we can't miss it."

 …

In the ancient secret realm, the moonlight hits people.

Canaan held Hermione with outstretched hands behind her, and stood on the back of the Frost Dragon. The two of them were doing the actions of the hero and heroine of the Titanic, with a happy expression on their faces.

"Second stay, fly steadily!" Canaan scolded, as if feeling a little bit awkward.

"Roar—" the Frost Dragon let out an aggrieved cry.

"Canaan, today is my happiest day." Hermione said with a smile.

"I'm also very happy today." Canaan said slowly, burying his head in Hermione's hair, looking at the soaring luck points in his mind.

 …

With the fermentation of the alchemy conference, the next morning, Canaan's long-awaited luck point finally reached 100 points.

Altar of the Heavens:

Number of available sacrifices: 10 (one sacrifice per 10 luck points)

The number of sacrifices that can be made: 2 (one sacrifice with 50 luck points)

Available number of sacrifices: 1 (one sacrifice per 100 luck points)

Luck points: 100.2

Personal Items: None

At this time, the altar space in his mind also changed.

In addition to the blue and red altars, there is another black altar again.

The quaint black altar is covered with mysterious and complicated magic lines, and the surrounding area of ​​the altar is always emitting black light, like a monster devouring people.

Suddenly, a sense came, and Canaan also understood the usefulness of this black altar.

As he had guessed before, he could be teleported to the heavens and worlds through the black altar by consuming 100 luck points.

But the premise is that you have the items in the world you want to reach, and the altar needs to use this to locate the world coordinates.

"This golden finger can finally give me information. It's not easy." Canaan sighed in relief, but he was thinking about which world to choose for the first sacrifice.

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