Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

In an instant, it was time for the weekend.

Although there are no classes in these two days, almost all professors have left a lot of homework, which provides the only solution for the little wizard who is struggling with how to deal with weekend time.

Hogwarts Castle, in the library on the fifth floor.

"What the **** are these things? How did Snape's old bat arrange this kind of assignment?" Roger almost frantically said.

He is facing the textbook with a stroke of white color painting, and there are some colorful pens scattered beside him.

"Perhaps it was because you used Cuscuta as dim sum in the potion class last time and exploded half of the crucible, so Snape hopes we can recognize the shape and characteristics of each herb." Canaan smacked his mouth. I have just painted dozens of color pictures of potions.

"I think it's pretty good, these pictures are quite interesting." Rove sat on the side, drawing slowly, interjecting.

"After finishing homework, how do you plan to play? Do you want to see the senior Quidditch training together? I have an appointment with George." Roger shook his sore arm and lay in his chair, looking forward.

"Did you finish the deformation class assignments arranged by Professor McGonagall? How have you practiced Professor Fitz's water-repellent mantra? And Professor Flitwick will check our grasp of the floating mantra next week." Ali Tower's relentless triple combo directly pulls Roger to reality.

"Damn it." Roger patted his head and sighed!

"Children, you better be quiet." Mrs. Pings reminded softly when she came behind everyone.

"We will pay attention, Mrs. Pingsi." Canaan said with an apologetic look up.

Mrs. Pingsi nodded at him kindly, and then left.

"Listening to George, Mrs. Pings is the tigress of the library, does it look a bit different?" Roger whispered.

"I think Mrs. Pinz is really good, like my mother." Rove agreed.

At this time, a loud roar came suddenly from the bookshelf in the distance, which immediately attracted Canaan's attention.

"George, how many times did you say that you can't draft a book on the library, you! Get out with your brother, get out!" The sound is like a roar of a furious tigress.

"Hey, Mrs. Pingsi, I am George. This time, my brother Fred did it by myself, it has nothing to do with me." George said hurriedly.

"Hey, this is my brother." Fred retorted.

"Shut up, you all leave here for me. I really should write a letter to your mother and tell her how terrible her children are."

"Madam, our pocket money is not enough lately, you better let her mail us again." George quickly packed up the book, dropped this sentence with a grin, and ran out of the library with Fred.

Finally at the door, their brothers also made a grimace at Mrs. Pins.

Canaan seemed to see the angry blue muscles on Mrs. Pins' head.

These two brothers are really personal talents!

"Cough, I take back what I just said." Roger squeezed his throat.

"Me too, my mother will not be so fierce." Rove said honestly.

......

After finishing his homework, Canaan came to the dormitory, opened the space door, and took Pikachu directly back to the laboratory.

"Canaan, haven't you been here for a long time?" Huffman in the portrait saw Canaan drilled from the spark, put down the newspaper in his hand, and was a little surprised.

"You know, I have enrolled in Hogwarts, I can only take the time to come over, where is Skada?" Canaan glanced at the tidy hall and asked.

"Again to recapture the Soul Curse? I really don't know what kind of treasure your hat is, can actually help users resist the corrosion of the evil curse."

"I can't help it, but Skadar was a black wizard after all, I don't want to one day he suddenly break away from the control of the soul-draining curse, and then burned you with a fire." Canaan shrugged.

"It is indeed a problem." Hoffman nodded thoughtfully. "I have an evil magic that allows you to control his soul, but I don't know if you want to use it."

"What kind of magic?" Canaan asked interestedly. He is not a pedantic person, as long as this black magic does not have that evil ritual, he has no psychological burden.

"Soulwashing curse! This kind of magic requires the caster to possess super-high telepathic skills and skillful use of amnestics. Oh, and a weak-willed caster," Hoffman said slowly. .

"You are sure of this kind of magic, why have I never heard of it." Canaan asked with a frown.

This kind of magic seems to be tailor-made for him.

"Of course, this is not the secret of our Huffman family!" Huffman raised his chin and proudly said.

......

After listening to Huffman's spell-casting skills, Canaan spent most of the day to complete the soul-washing of Skada.

At the same time, he also knew why he had never heard of this black magic called Soul Washing Curse, because this was created by Hoffman because he was bored.

According to Hoffman, he wanted to create a black magic that is comparable to the Soul Spell, but the result was not so satisfactory. The casting time of the Soul Spell was cumbersome.

In Canaan's view, the entire casting process is almost to modify the memory of the caster's life, there is no skill at all.

"Master, what's wrong with me?" Skadar regained consciousness, looking at Canaan in doubt.

"It's none of your business, go and see the plants in the greenhouse."

"Okay, master!"

"The effect looks pretty good." Hoffman looked at Scat, who still left with respect, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Are you sure his memory will not recur?" Canaan asked.

"Relax, the essence of my soul-washing curse is to be able to lock his memory, even the master of memory modification can't change his memory anymore." Hoffman said from himself.

"That's not bad, I didn't waste my weekend time, then he will hand it over to you." Canaan nodded, and ran out the door of space.

"You leave now?" Huffman looked sad.

"I will come to see you again when I have time, and I will rush back to Hogwarts for dinner." Canaan hugged Pikachu and waved his hand.

On the second day of the weekend, Canaan came to the headquarters of the Alchemy Foundation in Diagon Alley early.

"What's the discussion? It's so intense." Canaan walked into the door of the conference room and looked at the arguing Guwitt crowd.

"Master Brian, we have set up a new research group to discuss how to resist the life-killing curse." Guwitt explained.

"Yes, is there any progress?" Canaan found a place to sit down ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Azik said quickly: "My idea is to make a robe full of mice, everyone knows, The life-threatening spell works on the soul, as long as we have enough rats in front of our chest to block the life-threatening attack. "

After listening to Canaan, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. This Aztec brain hole is really not small, this method can be imagined.

"I think this idea is unrealistic. If the mysterious person releases the life-killing spell, I think you can't do anything by holding an elephant in front of your chest. You know that the life-threatening curse will have a lot of damage to souls in close contact. Power. "Luo Ruisi vetoed.

"My idea is to find materials that can resist the death spell."

"Perhaps we can study the anti-mantra of the death mantra."

......

Canaan looked at Guwit, who had not spoken, and asked, "Guvit, do you have any good ideas?"

"I think I can start with space. If I can design a robe that can bend space based on the structure of space, I think I can resist the death spell." Guwitt said slowly.

Canaan nodded. He felt that Guwitt had a very good idea. Many attacking spells in the magic world were shot in a straight line. If you can bend the attack path of the spell, it is not only effective for the death spell, but also for many other spells. effective.

"This matter is in charge of Guwit, and he will provide funds for you. You can work together or study it separately. If you really study the resistance method of the death spell at that time, I think a Merlin medal ca n’t be run. "Canaan looked at the crowd and encouraged.