Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

At this time, Lincoln was still sleeping like a pig in the next bed, snoring from time to time. Apparently he wasn't woken up by the sudden knock on the door.

Canaan took out the wand from under the pillow, and then opened the mirror space with the help of the false eye of Agamotto. In the mirror space, Canaan found that it was Delan who knocked on the door.

"Uncle Delan, why did you come to me in the middle of the night?" Canaan appeared from behind Delan.

"Oh, hell, why are you behind me!" De Lan was like a cat with fried hair, shaking his whole body and being shocked.

Canaan looked at the left and right corridors, and then opened the mirror space again, "Come with me." He felt that Delan came to him so late for something important.

Seeing a fragmented space suddenly appear in front of him, De Lan asked in surprise, "Is this the magic of Ancient One?"

"This is a mirrored space, which is not in the same dimension as the real world. I have explained it in my book. It seems that you haven't read the book carefully." Canaan pursed his lips and explained slowly.

"It's really magical here." Delan looked around carefully after entering the mirror space. He felt that this little guy was simply a treasure boy, which brought him too many surprises.

"Can I learn?" Delan asked excitedly. He felt that if he had this kind of magic, he could even stroke Dumbledore's beard.

"No problem, but you may need to throw away the wand and practice hard for about ten years before you can master this magic." Canaan replied with a smile. He felt that in terms of Delan's magical talent, ten years is still a conservative value.

"Forget it, I don't have the time." De Lan shook his head. He felt that with this time, it would be better to study the magic wand.

Taking Delan into the house, Canaan sat on the sofa and asked slowly: "What have you been doing recently? Even Lucy can't find you?" During this time, he contacted Delan many times, but there was no response. little response.

"Our organization found that place recently, and I haven't had a chance to come out alone." Delan said helplessly. He has been so closely watched recently that there is no way to sneak out.

"On the Mont Saint-Michel in France? Is there an ancient secret place?" Canaan asked with raised eyebrows.

"Well, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." De Lan spread his hands, and then continued: "The fact that I came to you is also related to this secret realm."

"Did you go to a private party organized by Gouvet today?"

"How did you know? Were you there?" Canaan looked puzzled, he didn't know where Dolan got the news.

"I'm not here, but the people in our organization are there, listen to me." Delan suddenly looked serious, "We found a very old defensive magic circle in that secret realm, and our people can't solve it."

"So, we want to invite some wizards who have in-depth research on the magic circle to help. Among them is Guwet. We have been watching him for a long time."

"Invitation?" Canaan felt that this wording was very inaccurate.

"Oh, we don't rule out using other means." De Lan explained with a cheeky face.

"Later, the people in your organization found that I was also proficient in magic circle knowledge at the party, so they planned to invite me too?" Canaan guessed with a smile.

"It's true. They included you in the invitation list. After I learned about this, I took the initiative to apply for this task, so I had the opportunity to sneak out." Delan explained.

Canaan nodded, then turned his head and asked, "Uncle Delan, do you know the news about the moonflower grass that appeared in France recently?"

"I know, that's one of the rare potions we found in the secret realm. You wrote to me before saying that you need this kind of herb, and I specially left some for you." Take out a few wooden boxes.

"This kind of grass is very beautiful under the moon, and it is welcomed by many female wizards. I sold a lot of Galleons to exchange funds. They must not have imagined that this kind of grass can't grow alive at all.

"De Lan said with a smug smile.

"Then they must hate you to the core." Seeing Delan's complacent expression, Canaan said helplessly. He felt that Delan would never be able to get out of the order in this life.

"You were the one who sold the moonflower grass that appeared in France that month ago?" Canaan thought of something again and asked.

"A month ago? Impossible. At that time, we hadn't found the wizard's secret realm. Besides, how did you know this news?" De Lan asked in confusion.

"Professor Snape gave it to me the day I went to Hogwarts. He said that Dumbledore gave it to him. Moreover, the owner of the potion shop in Diagon Alley also said that there was moonflower grass for sale in France at that time."

"How is it possible? About a week ago, we found the ancient secret realm on Mont Saint-Michel. Then No. 1 took us into that place. It was too dangerous there, and many of us died." De Lanshen Frowning deeply, he still has lingering fears when he thinks of that place.

"If the moonflower grass is only found in the ancient secret realm, then the only possibility is that No. 1 found the ancient secret realm a month ago. And she didn't tell you." Canaan said slowly.

"But how could Dumbledore have Moonflower Grass? Could it be that he cooperated with No. 1?" Hearing Canaan's speculation, Delan was a little puzzled.

"Probably not. If the number one is the female professor Jolinster you guessed, they will never cooperate." Canaan recalled seeing the scene of Dumbledore and Jolinster confronting each other in Hagrid's cabin. Said for sure.

He thought that Dumbledore would never cooperate with that kind of evil dark wizard. Although he has always been unhappy with Dumbledore, he also knows that Dumbledore also has his own bottom line.

"Dumbledore may have his tricks. This old fox is very shrewd." Delan guessed, and he was a little confused.

Canaan rubbed her temples and leaned on the sofa, "Forget about Dumbledore, if Number One really didn't tell you something, then she must have some ulterior secrets, it's not that simple."

"No. 1 is indeed a bit abnormal recently. She has been restricting us from entering and exiting. I was only able to come out because of this mission." Delan sighed and spread out on the sofa with a tired face. He hasn't had a good rest for a long time.

At this time, Canaan, who was rubbing his head, suddenly stood upright, and he looked at the door vigilantly. De Lan also noticed Canaan's movements, and followed his line of sight to the door of the room.

The next moment, the door of the room was opened silently, revealing a triangular face with vertical hair. He held a wand in his hand, glanced at the room, and then walked into the room.

"He is No. 4 of our organization, Dahl, who is No. 1. But why can't he see us." Delan found that Dahl had no response to them standing in the room.

"Anything that happens in the mirror space will not affect reality, it is an independent space." Canaan explained.

At this moment, Dahl also looked solemn. He followed Delan all the way, and when he arrived at the hotel, he found that Delan hadn't come out for a long time.

"It's just a little wizard, have you missed all of this?" He walked steadily forward, towards the room where the snoring sound came from...