Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Canaan gave a lot of dragon blood to everyone present.

Even Congra also got about a liter of dragon blood. He clenched his fists in excitement. With these dragon blood, the magic potion is not a problem.

"I know that you all want to learn the magic of Kama Taj, but deep magic often requires perseverance. We will secretly test and screen you until we are sure that there is no problem with your character, we will put Kama Taj ’s magic is passed on, "Canaan said loudly to the people still in delight.

"Can we learn this kind of magic?"

"It's incredible!"

Many people were shocked again, the magic that Canaan showed just now was so attractive. And even the Elder Dragon did not hold a few rounds under his hands, the power of this magic is self-evident.

"Mr. Master, I don't know where Kama Taj is, as described in the book, hidden in a mountain range in China?", A black wizard said with his hand raised. He used to display crystal sand at alchemy parties, and Canaan impressed him a lot.

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

"So how do we find you? I mean ... when ... if we have something very important." Another alchemist said, his voice a little nervous.

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

Most of these exiled alchemists have extraordinary skills, if they can join the alchemy organization he founded. Then there is no need to worry about the scientific research talents of his development force.

"Well, guys, it's not too early, I should send you away, and, please remember our agreement!", Canaan looked at the setting sun and waved to open the space door.

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

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

"Mr. Master, take the liberty to ask, does the gem of time really exist? I mean can it change the past?" Dumbledore's eyes were clear and he looked forward to Canaan.

Canaan looked at his eyes, shook his head, and did not answer.

He knew that Dumbledore had always blamed himself for the death of his sister and wanted to change the past. But not to mention that he does not have a gem of time, there is, and the history-changing backlash is not something he can easily bear.

Dumbledore saw Canaan's shaking head and sighed, as if he had aged several times in an instant. His eyes dropped, and Mu-na walked into the portal.

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

Probably the most hurtful from hope to despair.

Closed the portal, Canaan recovered his mind, and looked back at the hill-like frost dragon.

He felt that it was just a little blood, and the punishment for it was too light.

And in the previous battle, most of his pseudo-Agomoto eyes were destroyed, and now the emerald at the core is only about the size of a grain of rice.

I want to get some money back!

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

This devil! What does he want to do?

It shakes the dragon's body uncomfortably.

However, the suspension cloak immediately increased the winding force and kept tightening, almost binding it into a big dumpling.

The ancient dragon is very different from the existing subspecies dragon in the magic world. Its whole body is wrapped in white scale armor, the protection is very strict, and there is no trace of fur on the body.

Canaan sprinkled some anesthetics on the dragon's wound, and then coagulated a gold shield, which was stuck in the wound, and prying off dozens of scale armor.

The frost dragon kept roaring, and it seemed that the anesthetic did not relieve it much.

Baby-sized white scales dipped in bright red dragon blood on one side and shone in the sun on the other.

The picture seemed a bit bloody, Canaan frowned, and put the scales in the storage bag.

"Dude, take good care, I will come to see you next time." Canaan withdrew his suspended cloak, looked at the dying dragon, and waved his hand.

......

The time is fast, two days have passed since the Quidditch contest was attacked.

Canaan and Lincoln have also returned to London.

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

He had a stack of magic daily newspapers in his hands and was reading them carefully.

"The talented little wizard Canaan Brian has reformed the magic wand in the magic world. Mr. Guwitt said: This is the transformation of the wand. Mr. Brian is the most outstanding alchemist of this era!"

-It surprises you that the weekly newspaper reports.

Canaan smiled, turned over the newspaper and continued reading.

"European Quidditch Competition was attacked and the Ten Thousand People Celebration was forced to stop!"

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

"The latest news: Aurushster Kowalski, the American Magic Union, surrendered himself, he confessed that all the attacks were done by him!"

Canaan hurriedly opened this newspaper.

"Dumbledore, President of the International Federation of Magicians, and Mr. Scamander, the magical zoologist, attended the meeting for Kowalski, and they hoped that the magic world would forgive the matter."

"The American Magic Union has taken over the matter, and they said they will deal with it fairly."

......

The bottom of the newspaper also printed a photo of Dumbledore and Newt, who were sitting on the dialect with a blank expression.

"I don't know what happened, but this time Shuster will take off a layer of skin without dying." Canaan sighed.

Although Schuster has been against him many times, but he can give up almost everything for a woman, it is indeed admirable.

"Just unexpectedly, Newt turned out to be Shuster's uncle ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ No wonder, I always thought Shuster's surname was familiar. He turned out to be the Muggle's son in the movie" Where is the Magical Animal " "" Canaan murmured, and the newspaper in his hand dug Schuster's eight-generation ancestors, listed in detail above.

Finished reading the newspaper in his hand, and Canaan picked up a ladle envelope next to the table.

These are almost all letters from the alchemists, and one of them is from Hermione.

The content of the letters from the alchemists is similar, all of them show that they are very interested in the Alchemy Mutual Aid Foundation that Canaan is going to set up. There are also some hopes that Canaan can share the ancient books that his teacher once discovered as soon as possible. Pay a lot of money.

One of Guwitt ’s letters stated that he would soon come to the UK, and then he could discuss with Canaan and determine the specifics of the Alchemy Foundation.

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

After finishing 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 then wrote beautifully:

"Canaan, I have written most of the story of the Lord of the Rings you said. What does the plot look like? And, you haven't come to me recently ..."

Watching Hermione sincerely express her emotions, Canaan smiled warmly and wrote a reply in earnest.

However, he is not going to go to Hermione immediately because he has a very important matter to deal with now.

His golden finger-the altars of the heavens have finally changed!