Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

After buying the materials from Diagon Alley, Canaan hurried home. He didn't want to be caught by his parents, otherwise he would be reprimanded and grounded.

When he came to the door of the house, while there was no one around, Canaan skillfully used the floating spell on a piece of wood, which he placed in front of the door when he came down.

Stepping on the floating plank, he slowly climbed up and climbed in through the window.

Seeing that the hair on the doorknob remained unchanged, he breathed a sigh of relief. Canaan now desperately wants to learn Apparition, otherwise he would not be able to bear it if he does it every day.

"I can also buy a broomstick?" Canaan suddenly thought, although he somewhat despises the way of flying on a broomstick, but he has to say that if he rides a broomstick and adds a disillusionment spell, You don't have to run back and forth so hard every day.

Well, that's what he decided to do. He was going to sneak out again tomorrow to buy a broomstick in Diagon Alley.

When they came to the living room, Syndra and Alice were watching cartoons together - Tom and Jerry. Looking at their expressions, as if they understood the plot completely, Canaan sighed, no matter what the pair of living treasures do now, he will not be surprised.

"Canaan, come and try my new mousse cake. I made it all morning." Wearing an apron, Helen came out of the kitchen with a piece of cake, her fair and tender face was covered with a little flour.

"Mom, why did you suddenly want to make a new-style cake?" Canaan cut a small bite with a knife, put it in his mouth and tried it, it was good, soft and sweet.

"Your Aunt Jenny said that she would come to our house as a guest, and her daughter Hermione will also come. I want to prepare some delicious food for them to taste." Helen continued, "By the way, you can invite us for dinner. They eat hot pot, they must have never tried Chinese food."

"Didn't you say that Hermione is alone?" Canaan asked doubtfully.

"Yesterday, I spoke with your Aunt Jenny, and she said that Hermione was sullen and made the decision by herself. But your Aunt Jenny hasn't been to London for a long time, so it happened to come over with us and get together with us." Helen smiled , looking forward to their arrival.

Canaan smiled, as expected of the heroine Hermione, she can see her stubborn and independent personality since she was a child.

The time soon came to Friday of this week. After lunch, Canaan was sent out by Helen to buy ingredients for the hot pot, and she also started preparing in the kitchen early.

The sun is setting in the west, and the thick clouds in the distance have different shades of color. London in the corner of the eye is full of traffic and bustling.

"Mom, is this London?" Hermione just got off the bus with her mother. On the street with people coming and going, and many tall buildings, she tilted her head and looked at all of them curiously.

"Well, this is London. We need to get to your Aunt Helen's house as soon as possible, and we can't make them wait too long." Jenny held Hermione's little hand, looking at the sun that was about to set, feeling a little anxious.

"Hi! Jenny!" Lincoln on the other side of the road waved his big hand. Not long after he finished today's work, Helen called him here to wait.

When Jenny saw Lincoln, she also waved her hand in response. She quickly said to Hermione, "Remember what I told you at home, when you arrive at Aunt Helen's house, you must be polite and call Brother Canaan."

"Hmph! I don't want it! He has been lying to me. I have been waiting for his letter for a long time. This time I am here to settle accounts with him!" Hermione looked very angry at me.

Seeing Hermione's expression, Jenny laughed amusedly, thinking about her daughter's temper, she shook her head helplessly.

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Before the dinner table, Jenny, Hermione, and Canaan's family, all dusty and dusty, gathered around the hot pot.

"This is Chinese hot pot?" Hermione wrinkled her nose, looking at the bottom of the tumbling spicy pot, a little unsure.

"Well, Chinese hot pot has a history of more than 2,000 years. This is a mandarin duck pot. One side is spicy and the other is not. You put the food you want in it, and you can eat it after a while.

"Canaan sat next to Hermione and explained patiently.

"Hmph, how do I use this?" Hermione pouted, pointing to a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table. She has always been bitter about Canaan not answering her letter.

"This is called chopsticks. Chinese tableware. You can hold it with your thumb and index finger like me, and then press it with your middle finger. Then you can pick up vegetables." Canaan picked up a piece of mutton and put it into the pot. Hermione demonstrated.

Seeing Hermione failed several times, Canaan smiled and said, "You can use the tongs that mom prepared for you. The chopsticks need some practice."

"No, I can do it." The little girl refused to admit defeat, and still struggled with a piece of meat in the hot pot with her chopsticks.

Seeing Hermione's hard work, Canaan picked up a few pieces of meat and put them into Hermione's bowl. Looking up, he found that three pairs of eyes were staring at him intently.

"Uh, little girl, I need to eat more meat and make up for it." Canaan found a reason for his actions just now, and then blushed rarely, but he thought it should be because the bottom of the spicy pot was too spicy today. Yes, exactly!

After dinner, Helen and Jenny packed things in the kitchen. Canaan sat on the sofa resting in sweat, while Hermione teased Alice. She has loved pets since she was a child.

"Canaan, you have to sleep with Hermione tonight." Lincoln said while watching TV while eating mousse cake.

"Don't we have a study at home?"

"Yes, I will sleep in the study." Lincoln looked helpless.

"..."

"This is your mother's decision. The bed in the study is too small, and only one person can sleep there. And she thinks you can't do anything at your age."

After hearing this, Canaan's mind was full of black lines, and she really was her real mother.

"Okay, Dad is willing to sacrifice for you once, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look, you and Hermione have a good chat." Lincoln smiled strangely, got up and left.

"Do I want to sleep with you at night?" Hermione looked at Canaan with big eyes after hearing the chat from the side.

"Well, they slept on the same bed. You know, we moved not long ago, and many things are not fully equipped yet." Canaan met Hermione's gaze and explained shamefully.

"That's just right, you have to tell me the story of "The Lord of the Rings" well, I've almost ruined those Marvel books." Hermione said to Canaan innocently.

"No problem." Canaan readily agreed.

At this time, there was movement outside the window, and Canaan found an owl hovering outside the house. He opened the window, and a white owl flew in with a letter in its mouth, and landed on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

"Wow, an owl that can send letters!" Hermione opened her mouth wide, as if seeing an incredible scene, even the hand that had been stroking the cat stopped.

"You will receive it in the future." Canaan said while opening the envelope. He was also curious about who would deliver the letter to him at this time, and he had never seen this owl before.

"From: Rolf Scamander"

Letter from Rove, the American boy who liked Fantastic Beasts.

"Whose letter is it from your friend?" Hermione stuck to Canaan's side, tiptoed, and stretched her head, curious to see the contents of the letter.

Seeing Hermione's delicate face approaching, Canaan said somewhat unnaturally, "A letter from an American friend."

He put the letter away to read it in the evening, and he took out some owl food and fed the owl some more.

"Why do you have friends in America? Have you ever been to America?" Hermione asked curiously after seeing Canaan put away the letter.

"Yes, I went to the United States to see my grandfather before the end of the day." Canaan hadn't decided whether to tell Hermione about the magic world, so he shared some of the feed in his hand with Hermione.

"Hermione, do you think there is magic in this world?"

"Are you talking about what is written in your book? There is a group of mages who protect the earth. They can travel from one side of the earth to the other." She happily gestured with her hands as she spoke.

"Uh, it's almost the same, but the magical world I'm talking about is a little different, you wait." Canaan sent the stuffed owl away from the window.

Seeing several adults still in the kitchen, Canaan grabbed Hermione's little hand, "Come with me to the bedroom."

He decided to show Hermione the amazing world of magic.