Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Altar of the heavens:

Number of possible sacrifices: 1 (one sacrifice at 10 luck points)

Luck point: 12

Personal items: None

"Sure enough, the point of luck increased." Back in Canaan, he immediately opened the golden finger.

"Unexpectedly, just two boxes of chocolates were sent to the protagonist, and I added 5 points."

"Just because of the intersection with the protagonist? Or some other reason?" Canaan was a little puzzled, but it was a bit clue as to how to earn luck.

"It seems that I need to continue to contact Harry Potter and earn more luck points." Canaan thought for a while.

Looking at the altar in my mind, the 12 o'clock luck point can be sacrificed once. The last sacrifice was a small amount of pounds, and I got Xiao Nene.

What kind of offerings are used this time?

Since it is called the Altar of Heaven, the sacrifice item must be crucial. To whom is this sacrifice given? Money made from paper is not a rarity for the bigwigs.

"It's better to sacrifice another 40 pounds to see what you can get." Canaan found a pound of pounds. The face value of each pound was the same as last time, adding up to exactly 40 pounds.

This time he wanted to see if he would get the same item if he used the same sacrifice.

"Sacrifice!" He squeezed the banknote in his hand.

no response!

Waited for a few seconds, Canaan found nothing happened, and there was no scene from the last sacrifice.

what reason? Is it the same problem as a sacrifice? Or is there too little money?

Canaan took out a brand new pound of pounds, the amount was probably more than 10,000, which was given by his father Lincoln not long ago, saying it was pocket money.

"Sacrifice!"

After a few seconds of silence.

Remains unchanged.

Can't be reconciled Canaan adjusted the amount of pounds again and tried a few times, but the altar still showed no response.

"It should be the pound that has been sacrificed before and cannot be sacrificed again." He guessed.

"However, this gold finger is really disgusting! UI design is bad! User interaction is even worse!"

Canaan looked at the chocolate on the desk, which he had deducted from his share for the little girl.

"It's better to try this, it is estimated that it is also a rare thing to get the heavens and the world!" He picked up a box of chocolates.

"Sacrifice!"

In the mind of the altar, a blue pillar of light suddenly rose into the sky, and the chocolate in his hand disappeared.

"Ding! Tears of the goddess * 1!"

Haha, succeeded!

Altar of the heavens:

Number of possible sacrifices: 0 (one sacrifice at 10 luck points)

Luck point: 2

Personal items: Tears of the Goddess * 1 (a drop of tears from the unknown goddess of the Valoran mainland, the effect is unknown, edible) [Extractable]

"10 points less luck, tears of the goddess?"

"Extract!"

Canaan looked at the thumb-sized crystal bottle in his hand, and a drop of light blue liquid glowed faintly, which was very beautiful.

Although I do n’t know who this foodie goddess is, but Varoland is indeed the official background continent of the League of Legends game played in my previous life, and the tears of the goddess is still a piece of equipment in the game, it seems to increase mana and then passive skills Can increase the upper limit of mana.

"Anyway, try it first." He pulled out the crystal bottle and drank the blue liquid.

"Hmm !! It's so cool!"

"Cool!"

Thoroughly coolness spreads all over the body through the throat, and then a great sense of comfort.

"what!"

Canaan couldn't help but called out, his body twitching, and he collapsed on the chair.

"Fortunately, my parents are not at home."

"It's so comfortable, I feel that my soul has been purified. Huh ..."

Canaan started from the chair, took a deep breath, and felt that there was an extra energy in his body.

Is this mana, or magic?

"But this thing seems to be out of control!" He tried to mobilize this energy, but nothing happened.

"Some methods should be needed, such as magic spells and so on." He guessed.

Canaan, who had come back to God, found that in addition to a lot of sweat throughout his body, Qiuyi and trousers were wet.

"Hoo! Let's take a bath!"

......

A week soon passed, and Canaan ’s new admission procedures have been completed, but the semester is almost over, which means that he only needs to take a few days of class, and there will be another winter holiday.

"I really envy you, son, there are so many holidays." Lincoln said while eating food at dinner.

"Clinton Elementary School is the best elementary school in this area. You have to study hard. However, as soon as I heard that you are enrolling, their principal immediately said that they are free of tuition, and there is a scholarship to take it." Mother Helen said.

"Awesome! As good as your father was when he was a kid." Lincoln said blushingly.

Canaan was used to his father's cheeky face, glanced at Lincoln, and took a sip of milk expressionlessly.

"Mom, can I leave these uneaten bread to Harry? He said he likes the bread you make best."

"Of course no problem, this poor child, remember to bring more points to Dali, although naughty." Helen responded.

Through these days of hard work, the Canaan family successfully established diplomatic relations with the Dursleys. The Lincolns also learned about the tragic life of Harry Potter through Canaan and paid more attention to the child.

Although they do n’t understand the Dursleys ’impersonal approach, they are Harry ’s only relatives after all. The Lincolns, as outsiders, have no way to make too many accusations, but can only give Harry extra care and help.

"Canaan, when is Harry's birthday? At that time we can hold a birthday party for him." Lincoln thought and asked. He was also thinking about how to give Harry more care.

"It should be August or September, I will pay attention." Canaan remembered that it seemed that Hagrid had given Harry a birthday in the movie, and it was not long before Hogwarts' school day on September 1st. It's still early.

"Well, okay, this child is too pitiful, how much you usually care about." Lincoln said.

"Okay, Dad." Canaan responded. The source of the current luck point seems to be related to Harry, which is enough for him to treat it with heart.

On January 15th, this day happened to be the Chinese New Year. Canaan was going to invite Harry to be a guest at his home. He wanted to entertain with hot pot.

On this day, he came to Chinatown, a Chinese gathering place in London early, and bought a large package of ingredients. Considering that some people could not eat spicy food, he prepared an extra large mandarin duck hot pot.

The meal is seated. The middle is a 20-inch mandarin duck hot pot, about half a meter in diameter, surrounded by fresh ingredients and Canaan-made sauce. In the mandarin duck pot, one side is the authentic Chongqing spicy pot bottom, and the other side is the bottom of the fresh mushroom ribs pot.

Four people were around the table, and the hot pot in the middle was boiling.

"Canaan, is this really edible? Will it be too much?" Harry looked at the boiling hot and spicy bottom of the pot and swallowed saliva. He said uncertainly, this was the first time he saw this kind of eating law.

"Relax, Harry, this is a Chinese specialty. If you can't eat too spicy, just eat the bottom of the pot." Helen explained softly.

Lincoln also nodded nervously, remembering the fear of being dominated by spicy hot pot at his father-in-law's house. However, he felt that the pot in Canaan was large enough.

Canaan poured a glass of cola for Harry and smiled unintentionally, "If you feel spicy ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ drink some soda, super cool!"

Then, under the leadership of Pastor Lincoln, the people prayed the meal and started.

"Woo, it's so spicy." Harry took a few bites of lamb brushed with spicy soup, and he swallowed with difficulty, exhaled heavily, and then drank a large soda.

"Hiccup ~~~", a long hiccup, Harry saw his face flushed with red eyes when he saw everyone's eyes.

"Haha, Harry, don't believe you Canaan next time." Lincoln laughed.

Harry fanned in front of his mouth while nodding his head in response.

"Canaan, you are not allowed to bully Harry like this next time," Helen said, turning his head to look at Harry again. "Harry, before I leave, bring the bread I baked to your aunt's family, and your love." Little cake to eat. "

"Oh, Canaan, give Harry your Marvel book. You can pass the time when you are bored." Helen continued.

"Okay, mother."

"Is that the 8-year-old genius writer's book? I saw it in the newspaper. Dali had a set, but he never showed it to me. Was it written by Canaan?" Harry's eyes were full of little stars Look at Canaan.

Canaan responded with a smile. Although he was already familiar with the praises of the people around him during this time, he was very proud of the admiration from the protagonist.

"Poor boy, it seems that I will talk to your aunt and aunt next time, it's too eccentric." Helen said distressedly.

"It's okay, Aunt Helen, I'm used to it." Harry replied.

"Okay, let's eat first. This is the pork ribs at the bottom of the pot. It's very fragrant. Eat less spicy food, which is bad for your stomach." Helen grabbed a large piece of ribs for Harry, but decided in his heart to find a time Have a good chat with the Dursleys.

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