Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Altar of the Heavens:

Available number of sacrifices: 1 (one sacrifice per 10 luck points)

Luck points: 12

Personal Items: None

"Sure enough, luck points have increased." Canaan returned home, and immediately opened the golden finger impatiently.

"I didn't expect to add 5 points just by giving the protagonist two boxes of chocolates."

"Is it just because of the intersection with the protagonist? Or is it some other reason?" Canaan was a little puzzled, but he had some ideas about how to earn luck points.

"It seems that we need to continue to contact Harry Potter in the future to earn more luck points." Canaan pondered for a while.

Looking at the altar in his mind, the 12 points of luck can be sacrificed once. The last sacrifice was a small amount of pounds, which was obtained by Xiao Nei.

What offering will you use this time?

Since it is called the Altar of the Heavens, the sacrificial items must be very important, and who is the sacrifice for? Currency made of paper is not a rare item for those big bosses.

"Why don't you sacrifice another 40 pounds and see what you can get." Canaan found out a stack of pounds, each with the same denomination 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 clenched the paper money in his hand.

no response!

Canaan, who waited for a few seconds, found that nothing happened, and the scene of the last sacrifice did not appear.

what reason? Is it the same issue as offering sacrifices? Or is it too little money?

Canaan took out another wad of brand-new pounds, the amount of which was about 10,000, which was given by his father Lincoln not long ago, saying it was pocket money.

"Sacrifice!"

After a few seconds of silence.

Still no change.

Unreconciled, Canaan adjusted the amount of the pound and tried several times, but there was still no response from the altar.

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

"However, this cheat is really bad! Poor UI design! User interaction is even worse!"

Canaan looked at the chocolate on the desk, which he deducted for himself from the share he gave to the little girl.

"Why don't you try this, it's probably a rare commodity to get the Heavens and Myriad Worlds!" He picked up a box of chocolates.

"Sacrifice!"

In the center of the altar in his mind, a beam of blue light shot up into the sky, and the chocolate in his hand disappeared.

"Ding! Tears of the Goddess *1 extracted!"

Haha, it worked!

Altar of the Heavens:

The number of sacrifices that can be made: 0 (one sacrifice per 10 luck points)

Luck points: 2

Personal Items: Tears of the Goddess*1 (a drop of tears from an unknown foodie goddess in Valoran, the effect is unknown, edible) [extractable]

"Luck point is 10 points less, the tears of the goddess?"

"extract!"

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

Although I don’t know who this foodie goddess is, this continent of Valoran is indeed the official background continent of the League of Legends game I 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 mana cap.

"Anyway, let's try it first." He pulled out the crystal bottle and drank the blue liquid in one gulp.

"Oh! It's so cold!"

"Cool!"

The heart-warming coolness instantly spread to the whole body through the throat, followed by a burst of extreme comfort.

"what!"

Canaan couldn't help crying out, his whole body was twitching, and he collapsed on the chair.

"Fortunately, my parents are not at home."

"It's so comfortable, it feels like the soul has been purified.

call..."

Canaan got up from the chair, took a deep breath, and felt that there seemed to be more energy in his body.

Is this mana, or magic power?

"But this thing seems out of control!" He tried to mobilize this energy, but there was no response.

"Should need some method, such as a spell or something." He guessed.

Canaan came back to his senses and found that apart from a lot of sweat, his long clothes and johns were all wet.

"Huh! Go take a shower!"

 …

A week passed quickly, and Canaan's new admission procedures have been completed. However, this semester is coming to an end, which means that he only needs to attend a few days of classes, and there will be another winter vacation.

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

"Clinton Elementary School is the best elementary school in this area. You have to study hard. However, as soon as you heard that you were enrolled, the principal immediately said that the tuition fee will be waived. If you enroll, you will get a scholarship." Mother Helen said.

"Awesome! Just as good as your father when he was a child." Lincoln said without blushing.

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

"Mom, can I leave this endless bread for Harry? He said he likes your bread the most."

"Of course it's okay, this poor child, remember to bring some extra points for Dali, even though he's a bit naughty." Helen responded.

Through these few days of hard work, the Canaan family successfully established diplomatic relations with the Dursleys. The Lincoln couple also learned about Harry Potter's tragic life experience through Canaan, and they cared more about the child.

Although I don't understand the unreasonable approach of the Dursleys, they are Harry's only relatives after all. As outsiders, the Lincolns had no choice but to give Harry extra care and help.

"Canaan, when is Harry's birthday? We can hold a birthday party for him then." Lincoln asked after thinking about it. He was also thinking about how to give Harry more care.

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

"Well, okay, this child is too pitiful, you usually care more about it." 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 carefully.

On January 15th, which happened to be the Chinese New Year, Canaan was going to invite Harry to his home as a guest, and he wanted to entertain him with hot pot.

On this day, he came early to Chinatown, the Chinese gathering place in London, and bought a large package of ingredients. Considering that some people can't eat spicy food, he prepared extra-large Yuanyang hotpot.

Sitting on the table, there is a 20-inch mandarin duck hot pot in the middle, about half a meter in diameter, surrounded by fresh ingredients and Canaan's special sauce. One side of the mandarin duck pot is authentic Chongqing spicy pot bottom, and the other side is fresh mushroom ribs pot bottom.

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

"Jaan, is this really edible? Is it too much?" Harry looked at the bottom of the boiling bright red spicy pot, swallowed, and said uncertainly, this was the first time he saw this kind of food Law.

"Don't worry, Harry, this is a Chinese characteristic. If you can't eat too spicy, you can eat the bottom of the pot next to it." Helen explained gently.

Lincoln beside him also nodded with lingering fear, remembering the fear of being dominated by spicy hot pot when he went to his old father-in-law's house. But he felt that the pot Canaan bought was big enough.

Canaan poured Harry a glass of Coke, and smiled maliciously, "If you think it's spicy, drink some soda, it's super refreshing!".

So under the leadership of Pastor Lincoln, everyone prayed for the meal and started.

"Whoa, it's so spicy." Harry ate a few mouthfuls of mutton with a spicy soup base, sweated profusely, breathed out heavily, and then drank another mouthful of soda.

"Hi~~~", a long hiccup, Harry's little face turned red when he saw everyone staring at him.

"Haha, little Harry, don't trust you brother Canaan next time." Lincoln laughed loudly.

Harry flapped his mouth and nodded in response.

"Kanaan, don't bully Harry like this next time." Helen said, turning her head to look at Harry again, "Harry, before you leave, bring some bread I baked to your uncle and aunt's family, and your beloved Small cakes to eat."

"By the way, Canaan, give Harry a set of your Marvel books. You can pass the time when you're bored." Helen continued.

"Okay, Mom."

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

Canaan responded with a smile. Although he has been familiar with the compliments from the people around him for a while, he is still very proud of the adoring eyes from the protagonist.

"Poor child, it seems that next time I have to talk to your uncle and aunt, it's just too partial." 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, it's not good for your stomach." Helen took a large piece of pork ribs for Harry, but she decided to find some time in her heart. Have a nice chat with the Dursleys.

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