Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

In the evening, Canaan looked at his brand-new little house. The surrounding walls were pasted with sky-blue wallpapers. Near the window was a large log-colored desk with a computer added on it. However, the computers of this era were a bit bulky and took up a lot of space. It's a big place, and the functions are pitiful.

He was a little excited to think that there was a new grand piano and a custom-made violin in the study next door, which were Christmas presents prepared for him by Lincoln and Helen. For Canaan, it would be a pity if he didn't learn more about having the Big Red Riding Hood.

After thinking about it, I can't call it the Big Red Riding Hood. If the name is too low, I will call it the Sage's Hat! Upscale. Canaan happily changed the name of the hat.

Lying on the soft armchair, Canaan picked up the sage's hat next to him and put it on his head, preparing to recall the details in the Harry Potter movies.

The scenes in the movie came to Canaan’s mind frame by frame, as if he was watching the movie again.

"The Dursleys! Harry Potter, live in Little Whinging, um, 4 Privet Drive, um" Canaan recalled and wrote in notes.

"It's kind of familiar!"

Canaan suddenly stood up from the chair, "Xiaohuijin District? Isn't No. 33, Privet Road, Xiaohuijin District, my home??"

"And Harry Potter's home is Little Whinging, 4 Privet Drive"

"This is the world of Harry Potter! Besides, he and I are neighbors!"

Canaan excitedly put down the pen in his hand and slapped the table hard.

"I knew this world is not simple!" He shouted excitedly.

"Maybe it's a coincidence. Be calm. No matter what, go and have a look first." Canaan calmed down a little bit.

He quickly ran downstairs, and while it was still dark, he planned to bring some gifts to visit the owner of No. 4, Privet Drive.

"No. 4, Privet Drive, it's here."

"ding ding ding"

Canaan found that the back of this house was his new home. Could it be the boy during the day?

Before he could think about it, the door was quickly opened.

"Hello, little guy, what's the matter?" A bloated man opened the door.

"Hello, sir, my name is Canaan Bryan. I'm a neighbor who just moved here today. I think the sound of moving in the morning disturbed you, so I brought you a small cake made by my mother." Canaan said with a smile on his face. It looks harmless to humans and animals.

"Oh! So it's you guys, come in quickly, it's quite cold outside." Mr. Fat said kindly.

"Sir, I don't know what to call you?"

"My name is Vernon Dursley, and you can just call me Mr. Dursley."

Steady! Remembering that Harry Potter's uncle was called by this name, Canaan was overjoyed.

"Uncle Vernon, I brought four boxes of small cakes, I don't know if they are enough for your family." He shouted cheekily.

"Oh, just right."

 …

After an in-depth discussion with Mr. Dursley, Canaan finally confirmed that the world he was in was exactly the world of Harry Potter.

During the period, he also met Ms. Petunia Dursley, who was obsessed with cleanliness, and Dali, a bear boy. It's just a pity that I didn't see Harry Potter. I remember that in the movie, the Dursleys were reluctant to let Harry see outsiders.

At this time, in the narrow stair room, a somewhat scruffy little boy looked at the little cake in front of him and smiled happily.

"Well, it's delicious!" He took a small bite, with an intoxicated smile on his face, for him, there are really few opportunities to eat such a delicious cake.

 …

After washing, Canaan lay on the fluffy bed, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He never thought that this was the world of Harry Potter, and he thought about writing Harry Potter before.

The yearning magical magical world, and the magic school - Hogwarts! It's really exciting! Before, he also suspected that the world he traveled through was not simple,

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the world of Harry Potter, which was his favorite movie.

I don't know if I have a talent for magic. In the original book, it seems that only a few people have talent. And generally awakened before the age of 11, and then received a notice. People who cannot awaken are called Muggles, and they will not receive letters from Hogwarts. Canaan was thinking on the bed, worried that he would not be able to enter school because he did not have the talent for magic.

"Pen, float, float for me!" He looked at the pen on the desk with a serious expression.

Pen is not responding!

Canaan, wearing the sage's hat, tried again.

Still no response.

Canaan gave up the second act.

It seems that I don't have any magical talent now, nor is there anything different from ordinary people, except for the unresponsive golden finger.

Thinking of this, Canaan opened the golden finger that he hadn't looked at for a long time.

"The altar of the heavens" Canaan muttered in his heart.

A quaint altar resurfaced again. Only four lines of text appeared behind.

Altar of the Heavens:

The number of sacrifices that can be made: 0 (one sacrifice per 10 luck points)

Luck points: 7

Personal Items: None

There is a change! A little more luck. 7 luck points? I don't know when this luck point appeared. He used to look at Goldfinger once a day, but nothing changed.

The last time I looked at the altar was about a week ago, what did I do in between? Going to school every day, writing a popular book, visiting Aunt Jenny's family, meeting the protagonist Harry?

It seems that there is nothing else. It seems that it may be related to these, Canaan thought in his heart.

However, the main task at present is to find out the source of luck points and the law of golden finger sacrifices, and then contact Harry Potter. After all, the increase in luck points may be largely related to him.

in a dream.

"Canaan Abraham, you actually learn black magic, and spend the rest of your life in Azkaban!" A white-bearded grandfather took out his wand and said to Canaan.

"Canaan, I will kill your parents, kill your girlfriend Rose, and hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

"No, Voldemort, no, Rose!!"

"Rose! Rose!" Canaan woke up from the dream.

"Huh! Who is Rose!" Canaan rubbed his drowsy head, gasped for breath, and gradually recovered his thoughts.

"Boring dream!"

At present, it is still necessary to solve the problem of luck points first, find out the origin of luck points, and then use the golden finger to see if the problem of magic talent can be solved. It would be a shame not to go to Hogwarts and learn the mystical magic.

Downstairs at the dining table in the hall, Canaan was gnawing bread after washing. "I miss Aunt Jenny's dessert a little bit. The bread baked by my mother is a bit hard." I glanced at Lincoln across the way and found that he was gnawing deliciously.

"It's not without reason that we can be together." Canaan sighed.

"A letter from you, Canaan." Lincoln pulled a letter from under several newspapers.

"My sweetie??"

It seems to be a letter from that crying girl, but I don't know her name yet.

Canaan opened the envelope, which read:

"Big villain, give me my gift and Harry Potter, I've been waiting for days." One letter occupies several lines, although there is only one short sentence, it fills the entire article Paper.

Well, it seems that today I have to modify the itinerary and go to the store to buy some gifts. Well, buy more candy, sweets. Better to let her eat the cavities and get those two front teeth decayed. Canaan thought viciously.

Fortunately, I only told the little girl about Harry Potter. Otherwise, I will wait to enter Azkaban when I write it out. It is estimated that many big men will use their spiritual thoughts to absorb the rounds or directly vomit the truth in a bottle. Dosage service.

But how to deal with the little girl, I really have a headache when I think about it. After finishing breakfast quickly, Canaan walked to the supermarket in the community.

 …

"With so much food, it should be enough for this little girl." Canaan, who came out of the supermarket and was about to go home, shook the snack bag in his hand.

Seeing his home not far ahead, Canaan couldn't help speeding up his pace, but a short figure in front of him made Canaan stunned.

this is?

That little boy from yesterday, Harry Potter!

I saw him dragging a black garbage bag staggeringly, step by step towards the garbage can in front of the community. The huge garbage bag is in stark contrast to the petite body.

"Hello, are you Harry Potter?" Canaan walked forward quickly.

"You, hello, are you?" Mr. Porter, who had just finished throwing out the garbage, looked a little cautious, still panting heavily, obviously exhausted from throwing out the garbage.

"I'm a neighbor who just moved in yesterday. My name is Canaan Abraham. You can call me Canaan." Canaan showed his characteristic kind smile.

"By the way, I was disturbed by the move yesterday. These are the chocolates I just bought. You can try them. They are delicious." He stuffed two boxes of chocolates into the boy's hands involuntarily.

In addition to building a good relationship with the future male protagonist, Canaan also feels sorry for this thin boy. He lived in a cubicle under the stairs since he was a child, and he wore old clothes from his uncle Dali, and he had to do housework every day. .

"This is too much, Canaan, thank you." Mr. Potter was very excited. No one had ever treated him so well. It seemed that he gave the cake yesterday.

"Harry, it took so long to take out the trash, come back and make breakfast!" A woman's shrill voice came from the room, which was Ms. Dursley's unique voice.

"Not much, not much, I still have a lot of them. By the way, if you have time, you can come to my house as a guest. Your aunt has urged you, so I won't say more." Seeing Dursley peeping outside the window, Ma'am, Canaan, who wanted to chat more, had no choice but to end the topic.

"Thank you, Canaan, and goodbye."

"goodbye!"

Mr. Potter looked at Canaan's leaving back and smiled silly. Except for the Dursleys, he didn't have many contacts, and most of his classmates looked down on him and didn't get along with him. It's a joy to have a friend of his own age who is so kind to him now.

After stuffing the two boxes of chocolates into his arms, Harry walked back home cautiously.