Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Canaan distributed a lot of dragon blood to everyone present.

Even Kangra got about one liter of dragon's blood, and he clenched his fists excitedly. With this dragon's blood, the potion for enhancing magic would not be a problem, and he would no longer be a squib!

"I know that you all want to learn Kama Taj's magic very much, but advanced magic often requires a firm mind. We will test and screen you secretly until we are sure that there is no problem with your character, and then we will send Karma to you. Pass on the magic of Taj." Canaan said loudly to the crowd who were still rejoicing.

"Can we also learn this kind of magic?"

"It's incredible!"

Many people were shocked again and said that the magic that Canaan showed just now was too attractive. And even the ancient dragon didn't last a few rounds under his hands, the power of this kind of magic is self-evident.

"Mr. Master, do you know where Kama Taj is, as described in the book, is it hidden in a certain mountain in China?" A black wizard raised his hand and said. He once showed the crystal sand at the alchemy gathering, and Canaan was very impressed with him.

"Kama Taj is not in any corner of this world, it is hidden in the latitude space like this magical secret realm."

"Then how do we find you? I mean...uh...if we have something very urgent." Another alchemist said, his voice was a little nervous.

"Go to the Alchemy Mutual Aid Foundation, my student Canaan will guide you." Canaan smiled.

Most of these captive alchemists are very skilled, if they can join the alchemy organization he founded. Then he doesn't have to worry about the scientific research talents who develop his power.

"Okay, everyone, it's getting late, I should send you away, and please remember our agreement!" Canaan looked at the setting sun and waved open the space door.

Sparks flickered, and the opposite side of the space door was connected to a remote mountain forest in Mont Saint-Michel.

Canaan sent everyone away one by one, only Dumbledore remained at the end.

"Mr. Mage, may I ask, does the Time Stone really exist? I mean, can it change the past?" Dumbledore looked at Canaan expectantly with clear eyes.

Canaan looked into his eyes, shook his head, and didn't answer.

He knew that Dumbledore had been blaming himself for his sister's death and wanted to change the past. But not to mention that he doesn't have the Time Stone, even if he does, the backlash of changing history is not something he can easily bear.

Dumbledore sighed when he saw Canaan shaking his head, as if he had aged several times in an instant. His eyes were lowered, and he was about to walk into the portal awkwardly.

Seeing Dumbledore's thin back, Canaan couldn't help sighing.

Going from hope to despair is probably the most hurtful of all.

After closing the portal, Canaan calmed down and looked back at the hill-like frost dragon.

He felt that the punishment for it was too light for just letting some blood out.

And in the battle just now, most of his fake Agamotto eyes were destroyed, and now the emerald at the core is only the size of a grain of rice.

Find a way to get back some money!

Under the gaze of the dragon, Canaan came to its tail again.

The devil! What does he want to do?

It shook the dragon's body restlessly.

However, the levitation cloak immediately increased its winding force and kept tightening, almost bundling it into a big rice dumpling.

The ancient giant dragon is very different from the existing subspecies of dragon in the magic world. Its whole body is covered with white scales, which is very well protected, and there is no trace of fur on its body.

Canaan at the dragon's wound,

Sprinkle some anesthetic, then condense out a golden shield, stuff it in the wound, and forcibly pry off dozens of scales.

The Frost Dragon kept roaring, it seemed that the anesthetic didn't ease its pain much.

The basketball-sized white scales were stained with bright red dragon's blood on one side, and glistened in the sunlight on the other side.

The picture seemed bloody, Canaan frowned, and put the scales into the storage bag.

"Brother, take good care of your wounds, I'll come see you next time." Canaan retracted his levitation cloak, looked at the dying dragon, and waved his hands.

 …

Time flies, two days have passed since the Quidditch competition was attacked.

Canaan and Lincoln have also returned to London.

At this time, it was afternoon, and Canaan was lying on the lazy chair outside the door, comfortably bathing in the mild sunshine.

He was holding a stack of magical daily newspapers in his hand, and was reading them carefully.

"The genius little wizard Canaan Brayne has reformed the magic wand in the wizarding world. Mr. Gowert said: This is a revolution in the magic wand. Mr. Brayne Jr. is the most outstanding alchemist of this era!"

— to surprise you The Weekly newspaper reported.

Canaan smiled, turned over the newspaper, and continued reading.

"The European Quidditch Tournament was attacked, and the celebration of thousands of people was forced to suspend!"

"The British Ministry of Magic stated that this is just a clever handwriting of a group of stubborn Death Eaters, and the mysterious man will not come back!"

"Latest news: Shuster Kowalski, the Auror of the Magical Guild of America, surrendered, and confessed that he was responsible for all these attacks!"

Canaan hurriedly opened the newspaper.

"Dumbledore, the chairman of the International Federation of Magicians, and Mr. Scamander, the magizoologist, attended for Kowalski. They hope that the wizarding community will forgive this matter."

"The Magical Union of America has taken over the matter and they say they will deal with it fairly."

 …

There was also a photo of Dumbledore and Newt printed at the bottom of the newspaper, they were sitting in the debate table with expressionless faces.

"I don't know how things will turn out, but this time Shuster will shed a layer of skin if he doesn't die." Canaan sighed.

Although Shuster has fought against him many times, he can give up almost everything for a woman, which is really admirable.

"I just didn't expect that Newt turned out to be Shuster's uncle. No wonder, I always thought Shuster's surname was familiar. It turned out that he was the son of the Muggle in the movie "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Canaan murmured He muttered, the newspaper in his hand had dug out all eight generations of Schuster's ancestors, and listed them in detail.

After finishing the newspaper in his hand, Canaan picked up a stack of envelopes next to the table.

These were almost all letters from the alchemists, and one of them was from Hermione.

The contents of the letters from the alchemists are all similar, and they all show that they are very interested in the Alchemy Mutual Aid Foundation that Canaan plans to establish, and some hope that Canaan can share the ancient books that his teacher discovered as soon as possible. In this regard, they can also Take out a lot of money.

Among them, a letter from Guwet stated that he will come to England soon, and then he can discuss and determine the specific matters of the Alchemy Foundation with Canaan.

"It seems that they are more anxious than me, the righteous master." Canaan smiled helplessly.

After answering these letters one by one, he had time to open Hermione's letter.

The little girl drew a big red heart on the envelope, and wrote delicately:

"Canaan, I have already written more than half of the story of the Lord of the Rings you mentioned. What is the story behind it? Also, you haven't come to me recently..."

Seeing Hermione sincerely expressing her emotions, Canaan smiled warmly and wrote a reply letter seriously.

However, he wasn't going to go to Hermione right away, because he had a very important matter to attend to right now.

His gold finger—the altar of the heavens finally has a new change!