At Fleur's insistence, Canaan takes her to London's largest playground.

At this time, Canaan and Fleur were riding the Ferris wheel, looking down from a high place.

"That's a lot of Muggles!", Fleur sighed as she looked at the bustling crowd below. She had just finished riding the roller coaster, her blond hair was messy hanging around her ears, and her bright eyes were shining, which was very attractive.

She turned her head to look at Canaan, who hadn't said a few words along the way, and suddenly asked, "Where did you learn your alchemy knowledge?" Uncle said that your alchemy skills are better than him, but I rarely heard him praise people like this. ”

Canaan shrugged, then pointed to his own head, "Maybe I'm in my right head." ”

Watching Canaan's funny movements, Fleur sneered, and the silver bell-like laughter was crisp and pleasant.

"How old are you, and why have you always been like a little adult?"

"10 years old!"

"I'm 13 years old, in the second grade at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fleur explains, her voice like a proud little swan.

Canaan's gaze quickly swept over someone's stiff chest, and then nodded silently.

"Will you go to Hogwarts?", Fleur asked, not noticing Canaan's scrutinizing gaze.

"I guess so!"

"Okay. Seemingly sensing that Canaan's tone was a little perfunctory, Fleur frowned lightly and continued, "You may be more suitable for our school." Beauxbatons has the largest alchemy laboratory in the entire wizarding world, and has also given birth to many alchemists. ”

"Like your uncle?", Canaan smiled.

"Oh, he's not. You should know Nicol Lemay, who is an outstanding alumnus of our school. Fleur belittles his uncle as worthless, but when it comes to Nicol Lemay, he arrogantly raises his little nose.

"Have you seen him, then? Nicol Lemay!"

"Never, I heard that he has been hiding somewhere in England. Fleur shook her head, and she continued with some excitement, "However, it is rumored that he will choose an excellent young wizard from our school to be his heir. If you come, maybe Nicol Lemay will pick you. ”

"I already have a teacher, and he's also a master alchemist, but his reputation is not obvious. Canaan politely refused. He really couldn't afford to give up Hogwarts and choose another school of witchcraft and wizardry for the sake of an alchemical inheritance.

Fleur nodded understandingly, "Well, I actually liked Hogwarts before, after all, it is the most famous school of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe. However, I found Beauxbatons to be very good, Madame Maxim was also an outstanding headmaster, and I liked the atmosphere and the environment. ”

"Is Madame Maxim a half-blood giant?", Canaan asked curiously. He remembered that in the movie, Maxim seemed to have had a twilight love affair with Hagrid.

"Who knows?", Fleur muttered, and then leaned into Canaan's ear and whispered, "My uncle said she was, after all, normal wizards don't grow that big." But Madame Maxim never allowed anyone to talk about her blood, or she would be angry. ”

As if feeling the fragrance coming from the girl's body, Canaan was a little uncomfortable, and he leaned back slightly, and pulled some distance from Hibiscus.

"It's good that my mother is not a giant, and if I look like Madame Maxim, it must be terrible. ”

"Then you must thank your dad for having a normal person's aesthetic!", Canaan said with a smile.

Fleur smiled, then quickly grabbed Canaan's wrist and stepped off the Ferris wheel, shouting, "It's just landed, let's go." ”

"Where to go?"

"I only have one day off and I can't afford to waste it. ”

"Oh, okay, let's run slowly...", looking at the girl in front of him who had stretched his nature, Canaan shook his head helplessly.

......

After an afternoon of running with Fleur in Diagon Alley, it wasn't until Guvet returned that Canaan ended his tiring day.

Before leaving, Fleur left Canaan with a gift, another red hat.

Canaan: "......"

Do I look like someone who lacks a hat?

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Another night, Canaan disguised himself as the Supreme Master and came to Kangra's residence.

A small wooden hut built near the forest, and there was a campfire burning slowly outside, and the crackling sound of the wood burning unevenly due to the heat was particularly harsh in the silence.

Sparks flashed, and Canaan appeared inside the house.

"Mr. Mage, you're here. Kangra stood up and said respectfully.

"Canaan told me everything, have you really decided?", Canaan's voice was loud.

"I've decided to trade that emerald for you to make a move. Kangra nodded solemnly.

"Okay, come with me!"

Canaan waved his arm, and the golden circle reappeared, this time on the opposite side of the space gate was a dark sea, and from time to time there was the rumbling sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Azkaban is located on a remote island in the North Sea, surrounded by clouds and howling winds, and the environment is terrible.

Maybe only the dementors who feed on pleasure will love it!

"Follow me!", Canaan commanded, and then opened the mirror space.

Kangra followed Canaan closely into the mirror space, looking around curiously.

In the distance, he saw a tall triangular building, standing in the sea in front of him, facing the impact of the waves. A dark fog shrouded it, and the atmosphere was gloomy, with several Dementors circling the air.

Kangra looked at the heavily guarded Azkaban and asked uneasily, "Mr. Mage, how are we going to get in?"

"Fly straight in. Canaan directly carried Kangra, wearing a levitation cloak, and flew to the highest point of the triangular building.

The Dementors guarding outside were still diligently roaming the air, unaware that two humans were flying in under their noses.

The only entrance to Azkaban is the triangular skylight at the top of the building.

There are a lot of wizards on every floor here, and those who are evil and vicious are imprisoned in the deepest part of the building.

Looking from the air, Canaan saw that there were probably hundreds of Dementors in the building. From time to time, these dementors roamed the cells, wearing tattered cloaks, with no facial features, and only a black hole in their mouths, which they used to suck their souls.

"No, let me go!

"I'm going out..."

The prisoners pleaded, many of them Death Eaters who had followed Voldemort. Now, after a long period of torture by the Dementors, they gradually lose hope in life and are somewhat insane. Only a few strong-willed people can barely support themselves under the "kiss" of the Dementors.

"Sir, won't they find us?", Congra said, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Don't think about happy things. Man's happy emotions are both a weapon against them and food for them. Canaan said as he quickly searched for Schuster's figure in the cell on the first floor. Schuster's crime was not serious, and it stands to reason that he would only be locked up on the first level.

Even in the mirror space, Canaan didn't dare to get too close to these Dementors, and he wasn't sure if the Dementors could sense the breath of food through the dimensional space.

If he really caused a riot among these Dementors, he really didn't have a good way to deal with the Dementors if he didn't learn to protect the Divine Charm.

"Sir, I know this man. At this time, they walked around the corner of the cell, and Congra looked at the cell in front of him and suddenly said loudly.

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