Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

"Many families in the magic world have this ancient spell of sealing their souls in portraits. All the memories of our lives will remain in the portraits, but we will also lose our souls forever."

"The premise of casting this kind of magic is that the person concerned is willing and willing to sacrifice his soul, otherwise the power of the spell will be greatly weakened." Hoffman explained.

"Who is the soul dedicated to?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the god of death!" Hoffman in the painting shook his head, apparently he didn't know either.

"Okay, then why do some people in the paintings look dumb?" Canaan asked again. He remembered that there were many portraits hanging in Hogwarts Castle, but they were not as smart as Hoffman.

"Not everyone intends to sacrifice their souls. They use tricks, so there will always be some flaws." Hoffman took a straw hat from nowhere and put it on his head, shaking his head Said.

After asking what he wanted to know, Canaan focused his mind on the new wand in front of him. He felt that if he made this kind of magic wand and then popularized it in the wizarding world, he could get a lot of luck points.

 …

At dinner time, the Lincoln family gathered around the dining table.

"You said you were going to France to participate in the European Quidditch Tournament next Tuesday?" Lincoln asked in surprise. He has read a lot of magic books recently, and he knows what Quidditch means to wizards, and it is the most lively gathering of wizards.

"But why didn't the Daily Prophet say it?" Lincoln complained. He got up and found today's Daily Prophet from the shelf next to him, and flipped through it again.

"Dad, they usually report it at the end of the contest, you can't find it." Canaan smiled. Since he showed Lincoln the photo he took at Hogwarts last time, Lincoln's interest in the wizarding world Everything is full of curiosity, and the Daily Prophet seems to be his exclusive newspaper every morning.

"I read it in "The History of Modern Quidditch Development". Those Quidditch players are really cool, flying around on broomsticks." Lincoln continued, with envy on his face.

Seeing Lincoln who was like a child, Helen couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that your father is impatient, so let him go to France with you."

"Of course no problem." After all, Canaan is still underage and needs to be accompanied by an adult.

Hearing Canaan's answer, Lincoln next to him showed an excited smile.

After finishing dinner, Canaan came to the laboratory, and he planned to make a new type of wand tonight. Then design a pair of magic glasses for Lincoln. Canaan felt that in order to prevent Muggles from entering the Quidditch competition, a lot of Muggle expulsion spells and Muggle shielding spells must have been applied. He wanted to make a pair that could resist these spells. glasses.

Three hours later, under the guidance of Hoffman, Canaan successfully made the new wand.

"Oh, this is really cool!" Canaan put the silver ring on his right hand, snapped his fingers, and the wand appeared in his hand. The ring detects certain movements of the finger to summon the wand.

"You can change a specific action. The enemy won't give you the time to snap your fingers during the battle. And there is still some delay in summoning the wand from the ring. You need to change the magic circle." Hoffman frowned and suggested. It seems that this wand still has many flaws, and he is not very satisfied.

"Indeed, I'll change it again." Canaan nodded in agreement, but he always felt that snapping his fingers to summon the wand was very cool.

 …

After another hour, Canaan put the improved ring on her finger. This time he clenched his right hand tightly and turned his wrist slightly clockwise, and the wand appeared in his hand instantly, much faster than before.

"Very good, very good." Seeing Canaan's performance, Hoffman praised with satisfaction.

"Try the stability of the wand, and the strength of resistance to the disarming spell." He continued.

"certainly."

 …

For one night, Hoffman and Canaan were testing various performance data of the new wand. Fortunately, this new wand performed impeccably in all aspects, and they were very satisfied with it.

During this period, Hoffman raised many questions carefully and strictly. According to Hoffman's original words, the wand is the most important weapon of wizards, and there must be no mistakes. This is also the family motto of the Hoffman family!

What an old man who is strict with himself!

However, when he heard that Canaan wanted to make magic glasses for his Muggle father, Hoffman asked strangely: "Why don't you give your father the counter-curse of the Muggle shielding spell?"

"That kind of spell has a time limit. If the anti-spell fails halfway, I don't want to take out the wand to cast magic in public. Moreover, my father is very interested in magic, and I can't always be by his side." Jia Nan explained that he had thought of these questions before.

"Muggles who are interested in magic, that's really interesting. There are such a group of people in every era. They complain that they have no magical talent, so they attack wizards crazily. Several wizard wars in the Middle Ages were provoked by this group of people. " Hoffman said slowly.

"Uh...my dad shouldn't be so boring." Canaan shrugged, and then asked: "But, is there nothing in the wizarding world that can help people acquire magical talents?". Canaan felt that he needed to find a reasonable explanation for his magical talent.

"How is it possible? I've never seen it before. Muggles have different physiques from wizards. They don't have any sense of magic power, and it's hard for magic power to stay in their bodies." Hoffman said resolutely. He had lived so long that he had never heard that Muggles could learn magic.

"Okay." Canaan shook his head helplessly. He suddenly realized how precious the tear of the goddess was! And all it takes is one bar of chocolate.

Would you like to try it with a piece of cake next time? Canaan had a whim.

However, it was not too late, and Canaan only had time to draw a rough design sketch of the magic glasses, and hurried back.

As soon as he got home, he found that a black owl was slowly flying back with a small wooden box, fluctuating up and down, like a helicopter that was about to stall, trying to find an open space for an emergency landing. Canaan remembered it was Snape's owl.

He hurried forward to catch it, "Thanks for your hard work, little guy." Then he stroked its head and took down the small wooden box that was not heavy. At this time, Syndra in the house heard the movement, and flew over with flapping wings, saying hello to her good friend.

After feeding them some nuts, Canaan opened the small wooden box.

"Wow! How is it possible!" Canaan was very surprised, he didn't expect Snape to send him so many moonlight potions. I saw that there were about 20 bottles of Yuehua potion in it, which were shrunk down and neatly arranged in a small wooden box.

He carefully found that there was a letter under the potion.

"Any preservatives will cause irreversible damage to the plants, and you still use such inferior medicines, your stupidity is simply irreparable!

Dumbledore brought back a lot of moonflower grass from France, but this kind of grass still cannot be grown. I refined a few dying moonflower grass into potions to avoid waste.

Also, next time don't send me a letter with your stupid owl! ! Doesn't it know that you can't shit on your desk? "

After reading the letter, he glanced at Syndra who was still scrambling for food. Canaan suddenly burst out laughing. He could completely imagine Snape's expression of wanting to kill a bird!

Ah! Snape, the straight man with a cold face!

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