Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

The sky was blue and clear.

In an English-style building on Stiletto Street in London, a boy sitting by the bed was staring blankly at his hands.

Zhang Liang looked at his own hands that had more than doubled in size and sighed. Not long ago, he was helping a doctor cut an appendix on the operating table, but he never thought that the circuit in the hospital was aging, a fire broke out, Zhang Liang had no time to escape in order to take care of the patient, and Both the patients died in the flames.

"Damn old monster Huang, you run really fast." Zhang Liang gritted his teeth.

That old monster Huang was the attending physician at the time. Hearing the siren and seeing thick smoke billowing outside, he ran away without looking back, shouting "Run! Run!" while running.

Only the bewildered Zhang Liang and the comatose patient who had just had his appendix taken out were left. In desperation, he had no choice but to push the hospital bed to escape, and they were all smoked to death in the end.

"Alright." Zhang Liang murmured after recovering, looking around. I understand that I have time-traveled. I was an orphan in my previous life. I grew up in an orphanage. I have been admitted to university with the help of the state, and finally I chose to major in nursing.

I thought it was a job with an iron rice bowl, but what I did was dirty and tiring, and I was killed in the fire in the end.

"I'm giving up my life for righteousness."

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang slowly got up from the bed, frowning, his head still aching. The fusion of two souls still has sequelae. The memory of an eight-year-old boy in the soul also appeared vaguely. The boy's name was Canaan, and he was born in a middle-class family in London, England.

His father was a well-known local pastor named Lincoln Brain, and his mother was named Helen Miller. She was a doctor at a nearby Wellington Hospital and was said to have a good income.

"Jaanan, come down to eat." A clear female voice came from downstairs.

"Got it, Mom." Zhang Liang didn't think too much, accepted his new identity, and quickly got up from the bed.

If you come, you will be safe, and you will be Canaan Bryan from now on.

"Deng Deng" stepping on the wooden stairs, Canaan slowly went downstairs, and saw the man at the dining table quickly merging with the figure in his memory. Wearing a bright suit, with golden oily hair, thin body, and a handsome face, he looks a bit majestic.

"Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Canaan, your mother made your favorite French breakfast." Lincoln took a big bite of the croissant dipped in butter, his voice was a little vague.

When Canaan heard the French breakfast, his body instinctively resisted, and he didn't have time to think about it. his father yelled again.

"I still have work to do later, remember to go to school after breakfast and listen to your mother." Lincoln stuffed the last piece of bread in his hand and took another big gulp of milk.

"Okay, Dad." Canaan nodded obediently.

"Why are you in such a hurry, you don't eat together." The mother who just walked out of the kitchen said dissatisfiedly. She has brown and beautiful black hair tied into a ponytail, and her face reveals a combination of Chinese and Western beauty. She is a mixed-race beauty. Canaan heard that her grandfather was of Chinese descent, but she had never seen it.

"Okay, okay, not next time." Lincoln said hastily, his tone full of perfunctory. As they spoke, the two snuggled together and whispered.

Canaan took a few glances and felt a bit cruel to the dog, so he ignored it and concentrated on the food in front of him.

at this time!

"Ding!" interrupted Canaan's resentment towards the food.

I saw four big blue characters "Altar of the Heavens" appearing in my mind, followed by a round and simple altar, followed by a string of words.

Altar of the Heavens:

Number of available sacrifices: 1

Personal Items: None

"Damn!" Canaan muttered a national curse in his heart, his face a little excited.

Goldfinger has arrived!

Canaan looked up at his parents, and found that he was still there, a little speechless, and didn't notice any abnormalities in himself. I no longer care about the food in front of my eyes,

He gulped down the milk, stuffed a few slices of bread in a hurry, picked up his schoolbag, greeted his parents and left the house.

After waiting at the intersection platform for a while, Canaan boarded the No. 96 bus. Most of the passengers on the bus were children of the same age, each carrying a schoolbag, full of vigor. He found a back seat and quickly sat down.

Thomas Battersea Preparatory Primary School, a well-known private primary school in London, I heard that the Queen and the Prince also attended this primary school. Canaan didn't know if it was true or not, and now he was lying on a chair a little bored, listening to the teacher teach addition formulas.

Looking at the blue altar that appeared in my mind, I couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He studied for a long time, but the golden finger in his mind didn't respond at all.

"Since the name is the Altar of the Heavens, it should be possible to obtain items from other worlds, but it is an altar, so it is necessary to offer sacrifices?" Canaan guessed.

The class time was not long, and soon it was noon, and a buffet lunch was served in the school cafeteria. Canaan specially picked a piece of steak, dipped it in tomato sauce and ate it with relish.

After school, Canaan hurried home, saw her mother busy in the kitchen, said hello, went to the bedroom, locked the door, and drew the curtains.

Canaan, who was sitting by the bed, slowed down, looked at the altar in his mind, and said in a low voice, "Sacrifice!".

I was afraid that the sacrifice would have too much impact before, so I held back at school.

"No response!" Canaan looked around and licked his dry lips, a little anxious.

Do we really need sacrificial items? After thinking about it, Canaan came to the desk, opened the book at the bottom, and pulled out a stack of banknotes, which totaled 40 pounds. This is the pocket money accumulated by his predecessor over the years.

It should be okay to give money, right? Canaan was a little uncertain, after all, these pounds were his most valuable items.

"Try it, this is all my belongings. Make it a success!" Canaan calmed down and said in a low voice, "Sacrifice!".

A blue beam of light rose into the sky from the center of the altar in his mind, and after a while, the banknotes in Canaan's hand also dissipated with the blue light.

"Ding! Mysterious gift box*1 has been drawn!" A mechanical voice came from my ear.

The blue light on the altar gradually disappeared, and an exquisite gift box the size of a palm appeared on the altar. At this time, the words in my mind also changed.

Altar of the Heavens:

Available sacrifice times: 0

Personal Items: Mysterious Small Gift Box (a birthday gift from the Eastern King of the Wilderness Realm to an unknown female fairy) [can be extracted]

Canaan is a little excited. There is something about this altar. Although there are only three lines of text, there are also item introductions. And look at this introduction, Dongwang Xianjun! I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person, so the gift he gave should not be bad.

"Extract!" Canaan said silently. Immediately, a faint blue light appeared in front of him, dragging the mysterious little gift box in the air, and Canaan immediately caught it with both hands. The gift box seemed to be made of golden wood, a bit heavy, exuding a burst of fragrance, and there were hollowed out fairy reliefs carved on the outside, which looked extremely exquisite.

Canaan caressed the wooden box, smelled the fragrance in the air, and looked forward to the things inside.

After calming down a bit, he opened the small gift box without hesitation.

"what is this?"

Canaan was a little confused. I saw a neatly stacked piece of pink clothing in the box, opened it and saw a triangle, this is it? Little Nene! ! !

He was really dumbfounded, and his brain froze for a while.

"What is it popular in the wilderness to give this?" Canaan, who had been fantasizing about the secrets of cultivating immortals and the elixir of life before, was a little bit dumbfounded. Fortunately, after being influenced by the culture of the 21st century, Canaan, who has a relatively strong ability to accept, can only acquiesce to this fact.

The pink inner is embroidered with golden patterns, and it feels delicate, just like the smooth and tender skin of a girl. Canaan fiddled with it for a while, "Fancy!" Still a little unwilling, he looked at the words in his mind.

Altar of the Heavens:

Available sacrifice times: 0

Personal Items: None

How do I get the number of sacrifices? Is the thing I get related to the items I sacrificed? And personal items can only store the things of the altar?

Canaan was a little puzzled, but it was a pity that this golden finger was too simple, there were no rules for its use, only three bare lines of characters. ,

"System? System elf? Come out of the altar! Re-sacrifice!" There was only an echo in the empty room, and nothing happened. After trying many methods, Canaan had no choice but to give up what others thought was a foolish behavior.

After dinner, Canaan conducted an in-depth study on the obtained panties, and found that apart from being exquisitely made, this pan is invulnerable to fire and water.

Yes, he even tried it with a match, but nothing happened, but the burning match went out. Putting it into the water, the little Nei Nei did not sink, but just floated on the water surface, the surface seemed to be isolated by a layer of material.

"It's a good thing, it's a pity." Canaan rubbed the little inner again, folded it neatly, put it into a small gift box, and stuffed it into the bottom of the cabinet.