Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Under Fleur's strong request, Canaan took her to the largest playground in London.

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

"There are so many Muggles!" Fu Rong exclaimed, looking at the bustling heads below. She had just finished riding the roller coaster, her blond hair was messily hanging by her ears, her bright eyes were shining, she was very attractive.

She turned her head to look at Canaan, who hadn't spoken a few words all the way, and suddenly asked, "Where did you learn your alchemy knowledge? Uncle said that your alchemy is better than his, but I rarely listen to him." Such a boast."

Canaan shrugged, then pointed to his own head, "Maybe I have a better brain."

Seeing Canaan's funny movements, Furong chuckled, her silver bell-like laughter was clear and sweet.

"How old are you this year? Why do you always act like a little adult?"

"10 years old!"

"I'm 13 years old, and I'm in the second grade at Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Furong introduced, her voice was like a proud little swan.

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

"Will you go to Hogwarts?", Fu Rong didn't notice Canaan's scrutiny, and still asked.

"It should be!"

"Okay." Seeming that Canaan's tone was perfunctory, Fu Rong frowned slightly and continued: "You may be more suitable for our school. Beauxbatons has the largest alchemy laboratory in the entire magic world, and has given birth to many Little master alchemist."

"Like your uncle?" Canaan smiled.

"Oh, he doesn't count. You should know Nicole Flamel, he is our outstanding alumni from our school." She raised her little nose coquettishly.

"Then have you seen him? Nicole Flamel!"

"Never, I heard that he has been hiding somewhere in England." Furong shook her head, and she continued excitedly: "However, there are rumors that he will choose an excellent little wizard from our school to be his Heir. If you come, maybe Nicole Flamel will pick you."

"I already have a teacher, and he is also a master alchemist, but his reputation is not obvious." Canaan politely refused. He really didn't want to give up Hogwarts for an alchemy inheritance and choose other magic schools.

Fu Rong nodded understandingly, "Well, in fact, I also liked Hogwarts very much before, after all, it is the most famous magic school in Europe. However, I found that Beauxbatons is also very good, and Madame Maxime is also very good. An outstanding headteacher and I love the vibe and environment there."

"Is Madam Maxim a half-blood giant?" Canaan asked curiously. He remembered that Maxim seemed to have a twilight relationship with Hagrid in the movie.

"Who knows?" Fleur muttered, and then leaned into Canaan's ear and whispered: "My uncle said she was, after all, normal wizards can't grow such a big man. But Madam Maxim never allowed Others talk of her blood,

Otherwise she will be angry. "

Seemingly feeling the bursts of fragrance from the girl, Canaan was a little uncomfortable, and he leaned back slightly to distance himself from Furong.

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

"Then you must thank your father for having the aesthetics of a normal person!" Canaan said with a smile.

Fu Rong smiled, then quickly pulled Canaan's wrist and walked off the Ferris wheel, shouting loudly: "It just landed, let's go."

"Where are you going?"

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

"Oh, well, let's run slowly." Looking at the girl in front of her who had stretched her instincts, Canaan shook her head helplessly.

Accompanying Fleur to run in Diagon Alley for an afternoon, Canaan didn't end his tiring day until Guvitt came back.

Before leaving, Furong left Canaan a gift, another red hat.

Canaan: ""

Do I look like a man without a hat?

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Another night, Canaan dressed up as a supreme mage and came to Kangra's residence.

A small wooden hut built near the forest, there is a bonfire slowly burning outside the house, the crackling sound of the wood due to uneven heating is particularly harsh in the silent environment.

Sparks flashed and Canaan appeared inside the house.

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

"Canaan told me everything, have you really decided?" Canaan's voice was loud.

"I've already decided to use that emerald in exchange for your shot." Kangra nodded solemnly.

"Okay, come with me!"

Canaan waved his arm, and the golden circle appeared again. This time, the opposite side of the space gate was a dark sea area, and the sound of waves hitting the shore could be heard from time to time.

Azkaban is located on a remote island in the North Sea, surrounded by dark clouds and howling winds all year round, the environment is very bad.

Maybe only the group of dementors who feed on happiness will like this place!

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

Kangra closely followed Canaan into the mirrored space, looking around curiously.

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

Kangra looked at the heavily guarded Azkaban, and asked anxiously, "Mr. Mage, how do we get in?"

"Fly in directly." Canaan directly lifted Kangra, wearing a levitation cloak, and flew up to the highest point of the triangular building.

The dementors guarding outside were still conscientiously patrolling high in the sky, unaware that two humans flew in under their noses.

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

There are many wizards imprisoned on each floor here, and those who have committed many crimes and are extremely vicious are all imprisoned in the deepest part of the building.

Looking from the sky, Canaan found that there were probably hundreds of dementors in the building. These dementors wandered around the cells from time to time. They wore worn-out cloaks and had no facial features. There was only a black hole in their mouth, which was a sharp weapon they used to suck souls.

"No, let me go! Please!"

"I want to go out"

The prisoners in the prison begged, many of them were Death Eaters who had followed Voldemort. Now after long-term torment by dementors, they gradually lose hope in life, and some are insane. Only a few determined people can barely hold on under the "kiss" of the dementor.

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

"Don't think about happy things. Human happiness is not only a weapon against them, but also their food." Canaan said while quickly searching for Shuster in the cell on the first floor. Shuster's crime is not serious, and it stands to reason that he will only be locked up on the first floor.

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

If it really caused these dementors to riot, he, who has not learned the protection spell, really has no good way to deal with the dementors.

"Sir, I know this man." At this moment, they walked to the corner of the cell, and Kangra suddenly said while looking at the cell in front of him.