Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

"Canaan, have you packed your things? We are leaving."

"It's almost ready, Mom." Canaan, who was inside the house, looked at the heavy snow outside the window and shook his head.

"Mom, why do we have to go out under such heavy snow? We can wait a few days for the snow to stop before we go out." Canaan put on his big red hat and rubbed his red hands.

"Mom doesn't have so many vacations. We have to move when we come back. And your Aunt Jenny has been urging us for a long time, but I didn't expect it to snow so much today." Helen responded hastily. As he spoke, he stuffed two large boxes of red wine into the carriage.

"Okay, come up quickly, your father has been waiting for a long time."

"All right."

Canaan, who had just finished Christmas, thought that there would be a few days of rest. Unexpectedly, her mother decided to visit a friend on the spur of the moment. I heard that she was a very good friend in college.

Lincoln watched his son get into the car listlessly. Sighed.

Does he know that this party is not what was agreed before. Just because my wife sent my son's books to many friends, and I don't know what happened, this gathering happened. Even he had to give up his hard-won vacation and be used as a driver.

Seeing that Canaan and Helen had already entered the car, Lincoln stopped thinking about it and quickly started the old-fashioned black car.

"Canaan, remember to be polite when you get there, and call Aunt Jenny and Uncle Wendell. And remember to give them your book, I've wrapped it in a gift box. They've been looking forward to the sequel for a long time." Helen said quickly.

I have to say that the books in the Marvel series have been very popular these days, spreading all over the UK. I heard that the publisher is ready to translate and sell them in many countries. But the next few books were printed first, so Helen took them as gifts.

"Okay, Mom, but can we make it back tonight?"

"Driving at night is too dangerous. We will squeeze at your Aunt Jenny's house at night. But there is a little girl in their house, and you may want to sleep with her." Helen looked back at Canaan with a smile, and blinked. wink.

"Son, come on, it's not impossible to fall in love early, Dad supports you." Lincoln interjected from the side, laughing.

Seeing the ridicule from his parents, Canaan laughed a few times and stopped responding. He turned to look at the snowy scene outside the window, which was completely white.

After driving for about three hours, the car came to a small town. Canaan looked up, and every household seemed to have a small yard and three-story building. The architectural style is slightly different from London's. It is much more empty. From a distance, it looks more holy and peaceful under the background of white snow.

"Okay, here we are, Canaan. Straighten your hat and straighten your collar. Make a good impression."

Looking at his mother who was tidying his father's clothes, Canaan moved his stiff body and sighed plaintively.

"ding ding ding"

"Click" With the sound of the doorbell, the door was quickly opened.

"Helen, Lincoln, long time no see. The last time I saw you was at the wedding!" A tall blond beauty came to meet her, and she gave Helen a huge hug as she spoke.

"Come in, you are all frozen, there are hot cocoa and desserts in the room."

"Is this our little genius writer! He looks so good-looking!" The blond beauty immediately looked at Canaan. Holding the gift box, her face was flushed. Although she was wearing a rustic hat, it couldn't stop Canaan's handsome appearance, and she perfectly inherited the advantages of her parents.

Although it was true that he was handsome, Canaan was delighted by Aunt Jenny's compliment, and he stopped complaining about waiting in the snow for a long time.

"Pretty Aunt Jenny, just call me Canaan." Canaan was not stingy with her compliments, and her performance was very elegant.

"Okay, handsome little Canaan, what a polite little guy." Jenny rubbed Canaan's little face.

"Sweetie,

Uh, Hermione, come down quickly, your favorite writer brother is here. ’ Jenny shouted upstairs again.

"Xiao Tiantian!" Canaan was completely attracted by these three words, completely oblivious to the next two words. What an interesting nickname.

"She has a sweet tooth since she was a child, so we called her Xiao Tiantian, but after she became sensible, she didn't want us to call her that." Jenny laughed and explained.

"There is a patient who has a toothache. Wendell has gone to help, and he should be back later, so don't worry about him. You guys have some dessert first, and try my craft."

Canaan sat on the sofa near the stove, ate a few mouthfuls of cake, it was sweet and delicious, and drank a big mouthful of hot cocoa, dispelling most of the chill from his body, so refreshing! I like! Much better than my mother's craft.

Seeing that there was no movement upstairs, Jenny winked at Canaan and said, "Canan, can you call me Sweetie for me?"

"This little girl loves to read books the most, and then forgets the time."

"Okay, Aunt Jenny."

Canaan came upstairs, the door of a room was ajar and the lights were bright.

Walking forward, a little girl was lying on the desk, snoring, with a book under her hands, the first book in the Marvel series.

It seems that he is still my little fan, but aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Canaan thought to himself.

what is this? Canaan picks up a pencil on the table, with a dainty Rapunzel still looking dainty on it.

He held it in his hand and manipulated it curiously, using a little force.

Snapped--

In the silent room, the cracking sound of a pencil is particularly harsh!

Canaan froze, and under his "huge force", the princess was separated from the pen holder.

broken? So flimsy!

Canaan, who was about to destroy the corpse, received an angry look, and found that the little girl who woke up at some point was looking at him with red eyes.

"That, Sweetie, I'm your Brother Canaan..." Canaan smiled what he thought was kind.

Before she finished speaking, the little girl grinned with red eyes, revealing two conspicuous front teeth. Then he cried out with a wow, tears streaming down his face.

As soon as Hermione woke up, she saw a boy in a red hat who broke her favorite Christmas present and called her with a wretched smile, Sweetie! !

"Wow! You pay my Snow White! Woohoo!"

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll pay you back, brother, I'll buy you a big Snow White doll, okay?"

"I don't want it. I want the pen my father bought for me. You are a bad person." The little girl said while wiping her tears.

Why are six-year-olds so difficult to coax?

"Okay, brother will buy it for you later, okay?"

"Wooooow."

Afterwards, Canaan apologized to the little girl with a serious attitude and a sincere expression, promised many gifts, and promised to give her the new book Harry Potter to be conceived as soon as possible. This tragedy ended.

As for the expected sleep, Canaan expressed that he was thinking too much. The bed in the little girl's room was a bunk bed, and Canaan was honored to sleep on the top bed.

Does Aunt Jenny want to have a second child?

Early the next morning, the Canaan family was ready to leave for home.

Hermione stood outside the door, waving her hand, "Big villain, remember my present and book."

"Okay, Britney." Canaan smiled and turned back. In one night, he knew that the little girl hated people calling her Britney.

 …

Taking advantage of the holiday, the Canaan family quickly sorted out the sundries at home and prepared to move to a new residence.

"No. 33 Privet Drive, this is it." Lincoln skillfully drove the car to the door, followed by a large truck, pulling furniture.

"Everyone help move the furniture in," Lincoln ordered a few temporary workers.

At this time, Canaan, who was sitting in the car, felt that someone was watching him. He looked back and saw a thin little boy with glasses and disheveled hair looking at him on the second floor of the opposite room.

Wearing glasses at such a young age, isn't it useless when you grow up? Canaan thought maliciously.

It is estimated that the movement of moving house was too loud and disturbed the surrounding neighbors. Canaan didn't think too much about it either. He is currently preparing to conceive his new book, the Harry Potter series.

It has been almost a week since the Marvel series went on sale, and hundreds of thousands of sets have been sold, and it has become popular all over the UK. Canaan, who is only 9 years old, has become a household name as a gifted writer. Although he is still underage, Canaan also has a large amount of pounds that can be freely squandered. It is estimated that various copyright fees will also receive hand cramps in the future.

"It seems that life is already as lonely as snow without hard work." Bathed in the sunshine through the car window, Canaan lay lazily on the car seat.

"Invincible, how lonely!"

Snapped! A big hand waved, and Canaan was awakened directly.

"Stinky boy, what are you thinking! Come and help, your father and I are almost exhausted."

"And how to arrange the furniture in your room, tell a few uncles in advance."

"Oh! Got it!"