Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

"It looks really scary here, probably no one dares to go in." Canaan expressed his opinion.

De Lan shrugged, "I haven't been here for about ten years, who knows what it looks like now. Come in with me, there are a lot of black magic in it, just don't touch things randomly."

De Lan walked in front and slowly pushed open the gate of the castle, a burst of dust came out from the door.

"Let me see who is here!" There was a dull voice from inside.

Canaan trembled all over, looked at De Lan with a trembling voice, and asked, "Is there anyone inside?".

"It's just a broken picture. Don't be nervous. According to seniority, he is still my great-great-grandfather." Delan looked at Canaan's expression and said with a smile. He rarely saw things that Canaan was afraid of.

With the opening of the door, the lights inside were also brightly lit, revealing the resplendent and resplendent hall.

"This is the place where our family welcomes guests, and the painting we talked about just now is there." Delan pointed to the wall on the second floor and said.

Canaan looked over and saw a huge portrait hanging on the opposite wall. The person in the portrait had a big white beard, and his expression seemed to be looking at Canaan.

"De Lan, long time no see, this is your child." He also stroked his rough beard with his hand.

"I'm not such a smart child. Well, I'm here today to hand over the inheritance of the castle to this child." Delan led them into the house and said to the painting on the wall.

"You found that place, are you ready to put all your eggs in one basket?" The old man in the painting frowned.

"We've found it soon, so just to be on the safe side, I'll find you an heir so that you won't be lonely and bored in this villa."

"I'm not bored. By the way, let me tell you that I recently thought of three brand-new wand designs. If you make them, you can definitely reproduce the glory of our Hoffman family." He said happily.

"Come on, I don't have that skill, and the glory of the Hoffman family has long been thrown into the stinky ditch. If you have the energy, teach this child in the future."

Immediately, De Lan no longer cared about the people in the painting, and he took Canaan to the second floor, "In addition to some bedrooms on the second floor, there are also books collected by our family for hundreds of years. Many books are already orphans. I know you love reading, so you should like it here."

"Uncle De Lan, why did you take the old castle..."

"Give you the right to inherit the castle? I may soon go to a place where life and death are unknown, and it is also a place I have been looking for all my life. I don't want such a big castle to be inherited, don't I?" Nan said with a smile.

"I want to ask why you chose me?" He didn't understand why De Lan was so kind to him, and he gave him the first magic wand in his life after meeting him a few times.

"Who told you to come to my shop with a big red hat, and you looked like a ghost when I was a child." Delan was silent for a while and then continued, "When I was a child, my mother also gave me a red hat. , I have carried it for a long time."

He seemed to have thought of something again, with a solemn expression, closed his mouth and did not speak, just leading Canaan forward step by step along the corridor.

In the silent castle, only the sound of footsteps echoed, and the lights on the candlesticks by the windows flickered slightly.

"Uh... I sewed this hat myself, and it took me a lot of needles. At that time, my fingers couldn't even hold a fork." Canaan's exaggerated voice broke the silence, and he tried to dispel the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

"I said why this hat is so ugly, it's much uglier than mine." Hearing Canaan's words, Delan looked at the Little Red Riding Hood on Canaan's head again, and joked.

Seeing that De Lan returned to normal, Canaan also smiled and replied: "The hat is ugly because I am handsome, but the hat is beautiful, but I can't say for sure."

De Lan also smiled and said: "I guess no one can criticize you, and you are the only one who swears at people around the corner.

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"hey-hey..."

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De Lan took Canaan to the innermost room on the second floor, "This is the collection of books owned by our family."

They pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the room. There was a lot of space inside, but it was full of dilapidated bookshelves. Canaan counted at least 22 bookshelves. It seems that there are indeed a lot of books here.

"If I remember correctly, there are a total of 746 volumes of books, most of which are related to wand making, a small amount of other content is recorded, and a few are related to black magic."

"Oh, yes, there are some more here." Delan touched his bald head and took out a storage bag from his arms, "These are the books that our organization got on the fourth floor of the New York Library. I copied them all, just right It can add to our family’s collection of books.”

"Your organization is really wicked." Canaan muttered.

"Our organization is pretty good. It's much better than someone blowing up other people's libraries."

Canaan: "..."

De Lan casually left the storage bag on the wooden square table in front of the door, "Let's go, go to the basement, where the main event is, and you can pack these things yourself later."

Delan led Canaan to the innermost corner of the library, and then he knocked on the floor, and then a big dark hole appeared in front of him, "This is the only way to the basement, follow me."

They walked along the dark stone steps for a few minutes, and gradually saw a faint light point ahead.

"What's in here?" Canaan found that the mechanism here was very similar to that in the thrift store in Diagon Alley. He asked Delan curiously, and his voice kept echoing in the narrow passage.

"Some useless magic props, and the inheritance rights of the entire castle."

"Inheritance?"

"Yes, with the right of inheritance, the castle will not reject you, otherwise without my guidance, you would not be able to discover it at all. Even if it is in front of your eyes."

"Like the Fidelity Curse?" Canaan remembered that in the movie, Harry's parents revealed the address where they lived because of the Fidelity Curse, and were brutally killed by Voldemort.

"It's safer than the Loyalty Curse, after all, dead things won't reveal their secrets." De Lan smiled, as if he dismissed the Loyalty Curse.

As soon as the words fell, they came to the bottom floor of the castle. There is not much space here. Canaan feels that it is only about the size of his two bedrooms. The surrounding area is full of scattered objects. There are a few magic candlesticks on the wall. Before they The light seen from a distance should be from this candlestick.

"I think I'm going to look for it." Delan squatted in front of the messy items, rummaging through them with his hands.

"You don't know how to use the Flying Curse?"

"I don't know the name of that thing. Besides, some magic items here are very sensitive to spells. If something bad happens, I don't want to accompany you to die young."

"Won't you send someone to clean it up on a regular basis?" Sensing that the light here was still dim, Canaan used fluorescent flashes to look around.

He found a thick layer of dust on the candlestick, frowned, and continued: "This place is really dirty and messy."

"Didn't I send you here now! Don't complain, I found it." Delan picked out a small box from the grocery pile, and put a small red stone in it.

"Bring me your hand. To complete the ceremony, you need some blood." He stroked the palm of Canaan's palm lightly with his wand, and immediately blood flowed down the thin thread-like wound.

"Don't waste it, children can't shed too much blood." Canaan looked at the bleeding palm and said distressedly.

Gradually, the red stone seemed to have absorbed enough blood, emitting a faint red light.

Seeing this scene, Delan stopped Canaan's bleeding, and healed his wound with a magic wand.