Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Canaan and Delan discussed for a long time. Before parting, he also left a "mark induction" symbol on Delan's wrist for emergency contact. It was inscribed with a potion he developed according to the recipe in "The Complete Solution to Magical Spells", an eye made of black stripes.

In the middle of the night, Canaan returned to his little bed. Seeing that Lincoln was still lying on the pillow and screaming loudly, he didn't know that he had walked around the death line just now.

"Dad has such a big heart!" Canaan sighed, then lay down on the soft white pillow, and gradually fell asleep.

 …

The next day, Canaan crawled out of the warm blanket with heavy dark circles under her eyes. He had made an appointment with Rove to meet at the entrance of Boulogne before.

Rove said that before the start of Quidditch, there will be a small market, where not only various types of broomsticks will be sold, but also various interesting gadgets will be displayed.

After a brief tidying up, Canaan took Lincoln to Boulogne. And Lincoln also brought Canaan's specially made magic glasses for him in advance, a pair of round-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses. This pair of glasses matched Lincoln very well, adding a touch of elegance to him.

Arriving at the entrance of the fountain in front of Boulogne, Canaan saw Rove waving at him not far away, and an old man with a suitcase standing beside him was Rove's grandfather—Neu special.

"Hi, Canaan! Grandpa and I have been waiting for you for a long time." Rove waved his hands and shouted happily.

"Sorry, I slept too late yesterday and woke up late in the morning." Canaan pulled Lincoln up and trotted up, explaining apologetically. Glancing at the somewhat worn-out suitcase that Newt carried.

"Oh, so is my grandpa. He was lying on the bed, and I pulled him up." Rove frowned, his nose sticking out. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with his grandpa who loves to sleep late.

"Meet you again, Canaan." Newt first nodded gently at Canaan, then looked at Lincoln next to him, and extended his hand politely, "Mr. Blaine, hello, I'm Newt Scamman De, a Fantastic Beasts lover."

"Oh, Mr. Scamander, you can just call me Lincoln. I am... er, a pastor." Lincoln also politely extended his right hand. He felt that the old man in front of him was quite kind. Yes, his hair is messy and looks like it hasn't been done in a long time.

"Lincoln Brain?" After hearing Lincoln's introduction, Rove muttered in a low voice, then opened his eyes wide and looked at Lincoln curiously, "Are you that Iron Man?"

"That's right, it's me, I'm a hero who protects the earth!" Lincoln joked with a smile.

"I knew it all was true. You are exactly the same as the Iron Man described in the book, with blond hair, blue eyes, uh... just an extra pair of eyes. But, Uncle Iron Man, you know Doctor Strange Stephen?" Rove jumped in excitement. He was already deeply engrossed in the Marvel story, and apparently believed what Lincoln had to say.

"Of course, he is my good friend. He dangles in front of me in a red cloak every day. We often work together to protect the earth and fight against alien forces." Lincoln said in a serious manner, and he felt that this kind of naive A child is much more interesting than his clever son.

"That's cool, Uncle Iron Man, can you let me meet Mr. Stephen? I..."

"Okay, Rove, we should set off. You and Uncle Iron Man can chat slowly on the way." Newt patted Rove's head, and interrupted with a smile. He felt that his grandson was far worse than he was back then. It's too easy to believe what other people say.

Canaan smiled and shook his head watching this scene, then followed Newt and walked ahead.

"Little Mr. Bryan, is there really Karma Taj?" Newt suddenly couldn't help asking in a low voice as he walked side by side with Canaan. He felt that the description of Karma Taj in Marvel was too real.

"Maybe there is!" Canaan shrugged, smiled mysteriously, and did not answer directly.

 …

After passing through the fountain, they came to Boulogne. Canaan found that this place seemed different from yesterday. Many wizards walked anxiously on both sides of the street, and the flow of people was far less than yesterday. Moreover, a lot of newspapers were scattered on the cyan marble floor, and the doors and windows of the surrounding shops were also closed.

"What seems to be happening here?" Lincoln looked at the somewhat desolate street and said slowly.

Canaan picked up a newspaper, which read: "Many hotels in Boulogne were attacked last night, and a large number of wizards went missing. The French Ministry of Magic is compiling a list of missing persons!"

There is also a photo of the hotel being attacked next to it, but no attacker can be seen clearly in the blurry photo.

"Suspected to be an attack by Death Eaters, some survivors saw a large number of wizards in black robes turning into black smoke and flying!"

"The castle of the Guvitt family was attacked last night, Guvitt's whereabouts are unknown!"

"The French Ministry of Magic has solemnly stated that they will send a large number of Aurors to investigate this matter and rescue the captured wizard."

 …

"It seems that number one and the Death Eaters joined forces last night, but I didn't expect such a big commotion." After reading the newspaper, Canaan guessed in his heart, and then he handed the newspaper to Newt and the others.

"Fortunately, we lived outside these two days." Lincoln said happily after reading the newspaper. He was originally planning to stay in the hotel in Boulogne, but Canaan said that the wizard's hotel was not as convenient as the Muggle hotel, so he decided to stay outside. Now it seems that it is a wise decision.

Hearing Lincoln's words, Canaan smiled slightly. Lincoln certainly didn't know that more than one wizard visited them last night.

"Then shall we still go to see Quidditch? Will it still be held there normally?" Rove asked a little disappointed. He had been looking forward to Quidditch for a long time.

"It should be fine. Quidditch should still be held normally. At this time, the Ministry of Magic needs this kind of passionate sport even more to stabilize people's hearts." Newt explained softly to everyone.

"Let's find a fireplace and rush over there, there's nothing to do here." Canaan took the lead and walked in front, and everyone quickly followed behind

"Grandpa Scamander, aren't you with Dumbledore?" On the way, Canaan asked intentionally or unintentionally, he wanted to know Dumbledore's movements.

"Grandpa Dumbledore disappeared early in the morning. I searched all over his house, but couldn't find him." Rove interjected angrily. He thought it was rude of Dumbledore to leave without saying hello.

"That old guy is always like this, and I can't do anything about him." Newt said helplessly, spreading his hands. However, he guessed that Dumbledore should have something to do with the attack.

"Okay." Canaan nodded, he estimated that Dumbledore should be with Delan and the others now.

"I just don't know what's going on with them? However, if the situation is urgent, Delan should notify me, and I can rush there right away." Canaan glanced at the eye pattern on his wrist and murmured to himself. .