Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

At the strong request of Fleur, Canaan took her to the largest playground in London.

At this time, Canaan and Furong were riding the ferris wheel, looking down from a height.

"There are so many Muggles!" Furong looked at the bustling head below and sighed. She had just finished riding the roller coaster, her blond hair hanging messily around her ears, her bright eyes shining and very attractive.

She turned to look at Canaan, who had not said a few words along the way, and suddenly asked: "Where did you learn your alchemy knowledge? Uncle said your alchemy is better than him, but I rarely listen to him Such a boast. "

Canaan shrugged and pointed to his own head. "Maybe my brain is better."

Watching Canaan's weird movements, Furong chuckled, and the silver bell-like laugh was crisp and sweet.

"How old are you this year? Why have you always been like a little adult?"

"10 years old!"

"I am 13 years old and I have been in the second grade at Booth Barton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Furong introduced her voice like a proud little swan.

Canaan's gaze quickly swept over someone's upright chest, and then nodded silently.

"Will you go to Hogwarts to go to school?" Furong didn't notice Canaan's gaze, and still chased.

"It should be possible!"

"Okay." It seemed to feel that Canaan's tone was perfunctory, and Furong lightly frowned and then said: "You may be more suitable for our school. Booth Barton has the largest alchemy laboratory in the entire magic world, and has never been born Few alchemists. "

"Like your uncle?" Canaan smiled.

"Oh, he can't be counted. You should know that Nicole Leme, he is our outstanding alumnus born from our school." Furong devalued his uncle, but Nicole Lemee was proud. Jiao raised his little nose.

"Have you ever seen him? Nicole Lemay!"

"Never, I heard that he has been hiding somewhere in the UK." Furong shook her head, she continued with some excitement: "However, there are rumors that he will choose a good little wizard from our school when he is Heir. If you come, maybe Nicole May will pick you up. "

"I already have a teacher, he is also an alchemist, but his reputation is not obvious." Canaan gently refused. He really couldn't commit to give up Hogwarts for an alchemy heritage and choose other magic schools.

Furong nodded in a clear manner, "Well, I actually liked Hogwarts before. After all, it is the most famous magic school in Europe. However, I found that Booth Barton is also very good, and Mrs. Maxim is also one. An outstanding principal, I like the atmosphere and environment there. "

"Is Mrs. Maxim a hybrid giant?" Canaan asked curiously. He remembered that Maxim seemed to have had a love relationship with Hagrid in the movie.

"Who knows?" Furong murmured, then leaned back into Canaan's ear and whispered: "My uncle said she is, after all, a normal wizard can't grow that big. But Mrs. Maxim never allowed Others talk about her lineage, otherwise she will be angry. "

It seemed to feel the fragrance coming from the girl body. Canaan was not suitable. He leaned back slightly and distanced himself from Furong.

"Fortunately, my mother is not a giant. If I grow up like Mrs. Maxim, it must be terrible."

"Then you must thank your father, there is a normal person's aesthetic!", Canaan smiled.

Furong smiled, and then quickly pulled Canaan's wrist down the Ferris wheel, shouting: "Just landed, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Diagon Alley! I only have one day's vacation, so I can't waste it."

"Oh, okay, let's slow down", looking at the girl who had stretched her nature in front, Canaan shook her head helplessly.

Furong ran in Diagon Alley for an afternoon. After Guwitt came back, Canaan ended his tired day.

Before leaving, Furong also left Canaan with a gift and a red hat.

Canaan: ""

Do I look like someone without a hat?

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Another night, Canaan dressed as the Supreme Master and came to Congra's residence.

A small wooden house built near the forest. There is a bonfire burning slowly outside. The crackling sound of the wood due to uneven heating is particularly harsh in the quiet environment.

The spark flashed and Canaan appeared inside the house.

"Mr. Master, you are here." Congra stood up and respectfully said.

"Canaan told me everything, did you really decide?", Canaan's voice was loud.

"I've decided to exchange that emerald for your shot once." Congra nodded solemnly.

"Okay, come with me!"

Canaan waved his arm, and the golden circle appeared again. The opposite side of the space gate connection was a dark sea area. From time to time, the rumbling sound of waves hitting the shore came.

Azkaban is located on a remote island in the North Sea. It is surrounded by cloudy clouds all year round, the wind is roaring, and the environment is very bad.

Perhaps only those groups of dementors that feed on happiness will like it!

"Follow me!", Canaan asked, and then opened the mirror space.

Congra closely followed Canaan into the mirrored space, looking around with curiosity.

In the distance, he saw a tall triangular building standing in the sea ahead, facing the impact of the waves. There was a thick mist of black paint, the atmosphere was gloomy, and several dementors were circling in the air.

Congra looked at the guarded Azkaban and asked anxiously, "Mr. Master, how do we get in?"

"Fly in directly." Canaan carried Congra directly and wore a floating cloak and flew up to the highest point of the triangular building.

The dementors who were guarding outside were still cruising diligently in the sky, not even realizing that two humans had flown in under their eyelids.

The only entrance to Azkaban is the triangular skylight at the top of the building.

There are a lot of wizards detained on each floor, and those who are evil and fierce are detained in the deepest part of the building.

Looking from the sky ~ www.readwn.com ~ Canaan found that there are probably hundreds of dementors in the building. These dementors walked from time to time in various cells. They were dressed in shabby cloaks. They had no facial features, and only had a black hole in their mouth. This was the weapon they used to **** souls.

"No, let me go! Please, please!"

"I want to go out"

The inmates in the prison begged that many of them were Death Eaters who had followed Voldemort. Now after a long period of torment from the dementors, they gradually lose their hopes for life, and some are insane. Only a few determined people can barely support under the "kiss" of the dementors.

"Sir, won't they find us?" Congra swallowed and said with a lingering fear.

"Don't think about happy things. People's happiness is both their weapon and their food." As Canaan said, he quickly searched for Shuster's figure in the cell on the first floor. Schuster ’s crime was not serious, and it would only be confined to the first level.

Even in the mirrored space, Canaan did not dare to get too close to these dementors. He was not sure whether the dementors could sense the breath of food across the latitude space.

If he really caused the riot of these dementors, he did not learn to protect the magic spell, and there really is no good way to deal with dementors.

"Sir, I know this person." At this time, they walked to the corner of the cell, and Congra watched the cell in front of him suddenly said.