Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

"Dumbledore, you are getting old!" Jolinster clapped her hands with her wand, looking relaxed.

In the mirror latitude, Canaan saw Jolinster's appearance clearly, with a high nose, eagle-like sharp eyes, and short gray hair.

"I never thought you would become like this. I remember that you are not Voldemort's subordinate. Who are you working for?" Dumbledore asked Hagrid slowly.

"Of course I did it for myself. Well, Dumbledore, it's been a fun time at Hogwarts, I should thank you, and I should go now."

"By the way, what I do will not harm the magic world. Don't bother me, otherwise, it won't be as easy as today." After she finished speaking, the space twisted and the person disappeared.

Seeing Jolinster leave, Dumbledore shook his head, and he looked at Hagrid: "How do you feel?" what happened? "

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, and my stomach hurts a little." Hagrid shook off the dirt on his body and continued: "After I came back, I fed Fang a piece of meat, and then I was preparing Buckbeak's feed, and she appeared Yes, she used the Killing Curse, that evil curse, I will not admit it wrong, fortunately Yaya gave me an early warning..."

"Okay, it's all right." Seeing Hagrid's agitated expression, Dumbledore comforted softly.

Canaan quietly watched this scene in the mirror latitude. According to Hagrid, Jolinster knew that her behavior at the bottom of the lake had been seen by others, so she came to silence her on purpose. And he was the first to find Hagrid.

"Hagrid, do you feel someone watching us around?" Dumbledore asked, frowning suddenly, and he looked around.

"Dumbledore, I don't think there is anyone else but Fang looking at us." Hagrid also looked around, but found nothing. Only Yaya squatted in front of them, frightened by the big battle just now.

"That's right, Fang is here, even the Disillusionment Curse can't hide it, let's go, I'll take you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." Dumbledore nodded, and then disappeared in place with Hagrid.

"Old fox, even if I make faces in front of you, you won't be able to find me." Canaan muttered, then skillfully opened the space door and returned to the laboratory.

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At night, in the castle of the Hoffman family, Canaan was waiting for Delan. After he came back in the afternoon, he asked Lucy to inform Delan and gather in the castle at night. He felt that he needed to tell De Lan about today's affairs.

"Hey, little guy, what's your name? Let's talk." At this moment, an old voice came from the portrait on the wall.

"I saw you weren't there just now." Canaan smiled. When he came in, the portrait was white.

"It's always boring to be alone, and I also want to go out for a walk." The old man in the portrait laughed.

"My name is Canaan Brann, a Muggle-born wizard."

"Oh, you can call me Hoffman, everyone calls me by that name."

"Grandpa Hoffman, can I call you that?" Canaan also felt a little bored, and he didn't mind chatting with the old man in the portrait.

"Of course, you are a polite child. I like polite children. Can you show your wand? I want to see it." Hoffman said gently.

"No problem." Canaan pulled out his wand, walked to the portrait, and raised it up.

"Ash wood, the core of unicorn hair, the production method has indeed changed a lot from before." Hoffman commented, bowing forward and opening his eyes wide, as if this would allow him to see more clearly.

"Is it true that the wand chooses the wizard? Grandpa Hoffman." Canaan asked the confusion in his heart. He felt that it was more the wizard who chose the wand, just like going to a store to choose clothes. Clothes cannot choose their own owners.

"Indeed, if the wand identifies with its master, the spells it casts will be more powerful.

Hoffman thought for a while, then continued: "Have you heard of the Elder Wand?" "

"One of the Deathly Hallows? Also known as the Elder Wand?" Canaan replied, remembering that the wand should be in Dumbledore's hands now.

"That's the one. Legend has it that the God of Death made it out of elderberries. It has powerful magic power. That wand will choose its own master." Hoffman said slowly.

"Oh, well, but that's just a special case. After all, many wands can't compare with the Elder Wand." Canaan argued.

"You should know the Disarming Curse, right? In fact, after the wizard is hit by the Disarming Curse, not only will the wand fly out, but the wand will also temporarily fail, because the Disarming Curse will cut off the connection between the wizard master and the wand family, unless you can get the wand Recognized, you can resist this kind of interference." Hoffman scratched his beard and explained to Canaan.

"So that's the case." Canaan exclaimed, he felt that he had never discovered the true mystery of the Disarming Curse.

"What are you guys talking about?" Delan came in from the door, he looked tired and looked dusty.

"Grandpa Hoffman is explaining the knowledge of wands to me."

"Well, although this old guy is a bit wordy, his understanding of magic wands is indeed unmatched. Come on, let's go to the library, where it's quiet." Delan walked directly to the second floor without stopping, and Canaan followed closely behind.

"Why are you so anxious to ask Lucy to find me?" When she came to the library, Delan found a clean chair and sat down. The environment of the library is quite different from before. The dilapidated bookshelves have been replaced with brand new ones, and the room has been cleaned very neatly. Lucy spent a lot of time in these two days to come and take care of it.

Canaan gave De Lan a general account of today's events, including Dumbledore's suspicion and the Hogwarts professor's suspicion that he was a dark wizard.

"It's normal for Dumbledore to suspect you. After all, I had a special relationship with you in Diagon Alley at the time. However, I was surprised when you said that the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Jolinster, used the forbidden spell in the school, and she actually How dare you openly confront Dumbledore." After listening to Canaan's words, Delan looked very strange.

"Is there any problem with that professor?" Canaan asked puzzled.

"We were attacked by No. 3 of the organization before, and it was ordered by No. 1 in the organization. You also know that in the organization, we have two factions, and they really want to win me over."

"so what?"

"After that attack, I focused on tracing No. 1's identity. After all, he is the most mysterious person in the organization. We don't even know whether he is a man or a woman."

"At that time, I traced the real identity of No. 3. He was indeed from a French pure-blood family. And I found out that he had a close relationship with a professor at Hogwarts." De Lan said slowly. It took him a lot of energy to detect these messages.

"You mean, the female professor of Jolinster is really a member of your organization?" Canaan said in surprise. He only wanted to fool Dumbledore at the time, but he didn't expect to catch the real master.

"Not only that, but based on what you said, I guess she is number one in our organization! She is also the one who hides the deepest." Delan looked at Canaan and said seriously.

He went on to say: "There are really not many wizards who can compete with Dumbledore. Moreover, I think she is looking for something at Hogwarts, which is what our organization has been looking for."