Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Canaan saw a special sniff, which was wearing a red sweater, with a string of letters "Rove" engraved on the gold pendant necklace on its chest.

It grasped the railing, and rolled its eyes round Canaan, as if remembering something.

Canaan thought it should be the Nixie that he gave to Rove in the United States, but he didn't expect that it had grown so big and was wearing human clothes, which looked like Rove's masterpiece. But this one doesn't seem to fit in with the group. It stands at the other end of the cage, far away from the others.

"Hey, little ones, we brought you something to eat." Lincoln threw the food in his hand, and he didn't dare to get too close.

It's just that the group sniffed and yelled impatiently "quack" when they saw the food being thrown over, showing an angry expression. They pick up the food and throw it back again.

"Oh, it seems that they don't accept this way of feeding." Lincoln shrugged helplessly, then moved a little closer, trying to pass the food over.

This time, the snuffers had no resistance, and swarmed up, scrambling for Lincoln's food, stuffing it into Pingping's mouth.

"Bajibaji --", they made a strange chewing sound.

"Don't worry, there are all of them, take your time." Lincoln took out food from the bag from time to time, and said happily. He seemed to enjoy the process.

Canaan noticed that Rove's Sniff was still standing there, looking enviously at the food Lincoln handed over, and didn't dare to approach it.

This sniffer should be orphaned.

Seeing this, Canaan also took out some food and walked to the other side of the cage.

"Little guy, do you remember me?" Canaan slowly handed over the food.

"Quack—" the little guy scratched his furry head with his little paws, first showing a puzzled expression, and then happily catching the food.

"Okay." Seeing the little guy who was immediately addicted to the food, Canaan smiled. Getting along with these small animals really makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

At this time, Newt's figure suddenly appeared, he was sweating profusely, panting slightly.

"It seems that you are making good progress." Newt walked forward, holding an empty sack in his hand, and it seemed that the food had been fed.

"Haha, they are very cooperative." Lincoln handed over the last handful of food, and then asked, "However, should we keep them in cages like this?"

"It will be released occasionally, but every time it comes out, it will make a mess of the whole box world, and they especially like to run outside. It takes a lot of effort to find them." Newt said helplessly, he felt that he His body is getting worse and worse, and he really doesn't have the energy he had when he was young.

"Indeed." Canaan nodded. He knew that Xixiu was a rambunctious creature, and he couldn't control his hand when he saw something shiny.

"However, you can also find someone who likes magical animals to take care of them?" Canaan suggested again.

"There used to be, but who wants to stay in the box all the time?" Newt smiled, narrowed his eyes, his face showed a look of memory, and then said slowly: "Now it's me and my wife who take care of them, My wife is much more careful than me." When he mentioned his wife, he frowned and smiled.

"I really envy you." Canaan also smiled. He knew that Newt's wife was a strict and popular Auror, and her behavior was completely different from that of the introverted Newt. It should be very difficult for them to get together.

"Okay, we should go back. Rove must be waiting impatiently. I can take you around here when I have enough time next time." Newt thought of his grandson and said hastily.

"Okay." Canaan nodded, and then looked back at Rove's Nixiu, which was looking up at Canaan with its head up, wondering what it was thinking.

"Little guy, I should go and see you next time.

", Canaan squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched its head, then took out a gold Galleon and handed it over.

Immediately, the little guy fixed his eyes on the gold coin that Canaan handed over, and then quickly snatched it away, stuffing the gold coin into his chest pocket cunningly, as if nothing had happened.

"It should make you happy for a while." Canaan couldn't help shaking his head, then turned to follow Newt.

 …

Climbing out of the box, Canaan heard a very noisy sound coming from outside. It is estimated that the Quidditch match is about to start.

"You guys finally came out. I've been waiting for a long time." Rove pouted, with displeasure written all over it.

"Okay, we apologize to you, but Quidditch is about to start, let's go out as soon as possible, we can't miss it." Canaan comforted.

Rove was immediately attracted by the Quidditch that Canaan said, and showed an excited expression: "By the way, there was a loud voice notifying us just now, saying that we can gather in the stands outside, and Quidditch is about to start. gone."

When they came outside the private room, they found that it was very lively outside, and the seats that were originally vacant in the middle were already filled with people.

"This is a hundred thousand wizards!" Lincoln sighed as he looked at the cheering crowd below.

The first-class seats are at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts. There are about twenty purple-gold and gold-plated seats, divided into two rows. Canaan and the others came late, so they could only sit in the back.

On their right hand side is a huge blackboard with flying golden characters flashing from time to time, as if it is an advertisement for the public at the stadium.

"Firebolt: The must-have broom for Quidditch players - safe, fast, with a built-in anti-theft peaker... Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Easily remove Stains!..."

"Rove, your sizzle seems to be crowded out by other siffles." Canaan said, watching Rove ecstatically staring at the advertisement. He felt that he still had to talk to Rove about it.

"I know too." Rove turned his head and explained: "My grandfather said that Xixiu is a social creature, and it is best not to keep it alone. It needs to know how to get along with everyone, otherwise it will not be able to find a partner in the future."

"I decided to take it home after it gets to know Grandpa's snuffers." He said again with a smile.

Canaan nodded, "That's the best." Then he looked at the middle of the stadium, where a middle-aged man in a wizard robe stood upright on an elevator platform.

The platform slowly rises and moves to the highest point of the stadium.

"Francis Weber! He is the newly appointed Minister of Magic of France!" A comment came from the seat in front.

"The "merchant" minister?"

"Yes, it is him. His family is not only rich but also very powerful."

 …

Francis Weber pointed his wand to his throat, and then put it to his mouth, "Ladies and gentlemen...Welcome to the 219th European Quidditch Tournament!" His voice was very loud , audible to everyone in the arena.

There was a burst of cheers and applause from the audience, as they waved flags and sang the national anthem, it was a hell of a scene.

"Who are those people with broomsticks?" At this moment, Lincoln suddenly pointed to the sky.

Canaan followed the trend and saw a group of wizards in smart costumes hovering over the stadium on brooms, as if they were inspecting something.

"This is the American Auror?" Canaan opened his eyes wide, and he saw that the leader seemed to be Shuster! The American Auror he's had a few run-ins with.

"Hell, why is he here?" Canaan frowned, why did the French Quidditch match invite American Aurors to patrol?

"There are also French and British Aurors in there." Newt also added, and he also looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.