Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

In the hall on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle, countless candles were floating in the air, and it was lunch time.

Canaan was sitting next to Rhine with a look of joy. He had been looking forward to Hogwarts food for a long time. However, a few little wizards around looked at Canaan with hostile expressions. They really didn't know where this strange guy came from.

And Hagrid was also honored to stay on the teaching staff seat. Although he was far behind, it could be seen that he was very happy. He didn't have many opportunities to eat here.

"Dangdang——"

Dumbledore knocked on the table and said, "Today, we welcome a distinguished guest. I believe many of you know him, and he will come to our Hogwarts next year. We welcome him, Canaan Bryan!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Canaan who was crowded at the Slytherin table, smiled, and took the lead in clapping. Snape also stared at Canaan in the audience with sharp eyes.

"Who is he?"

"You don't even know, he is the author of Marvel, and he came to Hogwarts!" A little witch from Ravenlock shouted excitedly to her companion.

"I know him, my mother said he was a little wizarding genius."

"I heard that too, my dad likes his music very much."

The little wizards in the audience talked a lot. Most of them have seen Marvel and yearned for the stories in it.

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"Dangdang——"

"Everyone be quiet, I believe everyone welcomes our distinguished guests, but now let our Canaan say a few words." Dumbledore looked at Canaan encouragingly.

Oh, the old fellow!

Canaan slowly came to the stage: "It's a great honor to be invited by Dumbledore to come to Hogwarts. In the past two days, under the leadership of good friends Hagrid and Rhine, I have seen the magic of magic, I also look forward to Hogwarts even more."

Canaan thought for a while, and then said: "Although I really want to say more, I don't want to disturb everyone's dining interest, so after the meal, I will draw ten lucky wizards and give them my limited edition exquisite Marvel Full set!", he suddenly felt that this was a good time to gain reputation.

"Wow—" Hearing this news, the young wizards in the audience burst into joy.

Canaan smiled and nodded at Dumbledore on the stage, then returned to his seat.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Blaine for your generosity, and now we are going to eat." Dumbledore clapped his hands twice, signaling that the meal is ready.

All kinds of delicacies suddenly appeared on the long table, including barbecue, salads, desserts, all kinds of food.

 …

After a sumptuous lunch, ten lucky book lovers were drawn. Canaan plans to use the rest of the time to visit Hogwarts and take more photos.

"Canaan, long time no see." Professor McGonagall walked towards him in a blue coat and a pointed wizard hat.

"Hi, Professor McGonagall, thank you for what happened last time." Canaan looked at the extraordinary temperament Professor McGonagall, and sighed that she must have been a beautiful woman back then.

"I'm just doing my job. Dumbledore may have something to do with you. He's waiting for you in the principal's office on the eighth floor. The password is iced lemon juice. You should be able to find it. When you exit the stairs, there is a stone statue at the door. That's it." Professor McGonagall said softly.

"Oh, I remember, I went there this morning." Canaan replied, remembering that the Gryffindor common room was also there.

"That would be the best. I still have to prepare for the lecture in the afternoon, so I won't take you there. See you, little guy." Professor McGonagall smiled, waved his hand, and turned away.

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Because Rhine had flying lessons in the afternoon, Hagrid also needed to go back to feed Fang and Buckbeak, and now there was only Canaan left.

He came to the principal's office and found the statue that Professor McGonagall said, and there was a spiral staircase behind the statue.

“Iced lemonade!”

The stairs turned slowly, and Canaan walked in. ,

"Good afternoon, Canaan." Sitting on a chair, Dumbledore raised his head and greeted Canaan when he saw Canaan.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Principal, what do you want me to do?" Canaan was blunt. After speaking, he looked at the environment of the principal's office and found that the surrounding walls were covered with portraits of past principals.

"Oh, if you're not in a hurry, we can talk for a while, do you want something to drink?" He stood up from the chair and walked to Canaan's side.

"Uh... let's have a glass of iced honey lemon juice." Canaan thought for a while and said.

"I also like to drink lemon juice, which helps to relieve my mind." Dumbledore smiled, and he looked into Canaan's eyes and said, "You practiced the Brain Locking Charm very well."

Canaan didn't change his face, "You know, there are always some elderly people who like to spy on other people's thoughts."

"Indeed, here comes the lemonade." Dumbledore laughed, took a glass of lemonade from the table and handed it to Canaan.

"Oh, is this made by house elves at school? It's so fast." Canaan took the lemon juice in his hand and didn't drink it immediately. Although Dumbledore is a decent character in the movie, Canaan thinks it's better to be safe.

"I had a student before me who was as good as you and had an unparalleled talent for magic." Seeing that Canaan didn't drink the lemon juice, Dumbledore smiled slightly and continued.

"Is it Voldemort?"

"It seems that you also know him, but yes, he is so famous, it is a pity that he went astray later, causing heavy losses to the magic world."

"Mr. Principal, I am different from Voldemort. I have my own family and friends. Besides, I am not that boring. I think about restoring the glory of pure blood every day. I am a Muggle born." Canaan said seriously. He felt that Dumbledore was just hitting him with Voldemort.

"Son, I believe in you. Everyone is different. Your music is the best proof. People with malicious intentions cannot play beautiful melodies." He patted Canaan on the shoulder and returned to his chair superior.

"I called you here because I wanted to talk to you about something else. Do you know about that mysterious organization?" Before Canaan could reply, he went on to say, "That organization has been using the banner of my old friend. So not long ago I went to meet Grindelwald in person, and he told me that the organization was not his, and I believe Grindelwald would not lie to me."

"Mr. Principal, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know about that organization."

"Canaan, I know you have a lot of secrets, and please forgive an old guy for his unintentional offense before. I later found out that you have a close relationship with De Lan, one of the leaders in that organization."

"Besides, you are also responsible for the attack on the library in the United States, isn't it?" Dumbledore said lightly, taking a sip of lemon juice.

"Mr. Principal, Delan at the thrift shop just sold me a magic wand, and I really didn't participate in the library. I really went to the United States to visit my grandfather in those two days." Canaan felt opposite Dumbledore is like an old fox, not like the kind old man in the movie.

"Well, Canaan, I really don't have any evidence, and the above are all speculations, but I wrote your name into the Book of Access later." Dumbledore blinked and looked at Canaan.

"Oh, maybe there is a mistake in that book." Canaan was startled. He finally knew why Dumbledore had been suspicious of him.

"Canaan, that book has never been missed, so there is only one possibility, your magical talent was awakened the day after tomorrow." Dumbledore smiled like a fox.

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