Altar of the Heavens:

Number of sacrifices: 1 (10 luck points can be sacrificed once)

Luck point: 12

Personal Belongings: None

"Sure enough, the luck points have increased. Canaan, who returned home, immediately couldn't wait to open the golden finger.

"I didn't expect that just by giving the protagonist two boxes of chocolates, it would increase by 5 points. ”

"Is it just because of the intersection with the protagonist, or is it something else?" Canaan was a little puzzled, but he had some clue about how to earn luck points.

"It seems that we need to continue to contact Harry Potter in the future to earn more luck points. Canaan pondered for a moment.

Looking at the altar in his mind, the luck point of 12 points can be sacrificed once, and the last sacrifice was a small amount of pounds, and he got a small Nene.

What kind of sacrifice was used this time?

Since it is called the Altar of the Heavens, the sacrificial items must be very important, and to whom is this sacrifice offered?

"Why don't you sacrifice another £40 and see what you get." Canaan found a wad of pounds, each of which was in the same denomination as the last time, adding up to exactly 40 pounds.

This time he wanted to see if he would get the same item if he used the same sacrifice.

"Sacrifice!" he clenched the bill in his hand.

No response!

Canaan, who waited for a few seconds, found that nothing had happened, and that there was no scene from the last sacrifice.

What is the reason? Is it a sacrificial problem? Or is there too little money?

Canaan took out a wad of brand-new pounds, about 10,000 yuan, which was given by his father Lincoln not long ago, saying that it was pocket money.

"Sacrifice!"

After a few seconds of silence.

Still the same.

Unwilling, Canaan adjusted the amount of pounds and tried several more times, but the altar still did not respond.

"It should be that the pound has been sacrificed before, and it cannot be sacrificed again. He guessed.

"However, this golden finger is really bad! Bad reviews for UI design! Bad reviews for user interactions!"

Canaan looked at the chocolate on the desk, which he had deducted from his share of the little girl.

"Why don't you try this, it's estimated that it will be a rare commodity to get to the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms!" he picked up a box of chocolates.

"Sacrifice!"

A pillar of blue light suddenly rose from the center of the altar in his mind, and the chocolate in his hand disappeared.

"Ding!Draw the Tears of the Goddess*1!"

Haha, it worked!

Altar of the Heavens:

Number of sacrifices: 0 (10 luck points can be sacrificed once)

Luck Points: 2

Personal Item: Tears of the Goddess*1 (One tear of an unknown foodie goddess in the Valoran Continent, effect unknown, edible) [Extractable]

"10 points less luck, Tears of the Goddess?"

"Extraction!"

Canaan looked at the thumb-sized crystal bottle in his hand, a drop of light blue liquid emitted a faint fluorescence, which was very beautiful.

Although I don't know who this foodie goddess is, this Valoran continent is indeed the official background continent of the League of Legends game I played in my previous life, and the tears of the goddess are still a piece of equipment in the game, which seems to increase the mana, and then the passive skill can increase the upper limit of the mana.

"Anyway, let's try it first. He pulled open the crystal bottle and drank the blue liquid in one gulp.

"Hmm!!It's so cool!"

"Cool!"

A chill spread through my throat to my whole body, followed by a sensation of extreme comfort.

"Ahh

Canaan couldn't help but cry out, his whole body convulsed, and he collapsed in his chair.

"Fortunately, my parents are not at home. ”

"It's so comfortable, it feels like the soul is purified. Whew..."

Canaan took a deep breath from his chair and felt as if there was an extra surge of energy in his body.

Is this mana, or mana?

"But this thing seems to be out of control!" he tried to summon the energy, but there was no response.

"There should be some methods, like spells and stuff. He guessed.

Canaan, who came back to his senses, found that he was sweating a lot all over his body, and his autumn clothes and pants were wet.

"Whew, let's take a shower!"

......

Soon a week had passed, and Canaan's new enrollment had been completed, but the semester was almost over, which meant that he only needed to attend classes for a few days, and there would be another winter break.

"I really envy you, son, there are so many holidays. Lincoln said as he took a bite of food over dinner.

"Clinton Elementary School is the best elementary school in the area, you have to study hard, but as soon as I heard that you were enrolled, their principal immediately said that it was free of tuition, and there was a scholarship for admission. Mom Helen said.

"Awesome! as good as your dad was when he was a kid. Lincoln said without blushing.

Canaan, accustomed to his father's cheekiness, glanced at Lincoln and took a sip of milk with a blank face.

"Mom, can I leave this uneaten bread to Harry? ”

"Of course, no problem, this poor boy, remember to bring more points to Dali, although a little naughty. Helen responded.

Through the efforts of the past few days, the Canaan family successfully established friendship with the Dursleys, and the Lincolns also learned about Harry Potter's tragic life through Canaan, and cared more about the child.

Although they were a little incomprehensible about the Dursleys' unapproachable approach, they were Harry's only relatives. And the Lincolns, as outsiders, have no way to blame too much, so they can only give Harry extra care and help.

"Canaan, when is Harry's birthday? Lincoln asked, thinking for a moment. He was also thinking about how to give Harry more care.

"It should be August or September, I'll keep an eye on it. Canaan remembered that it seemed that after Hagrid had celebrated Harry's birthday, it would be the first day of school at Hogwarts on September 1st, which was still early.

"Well, okay, this kid is so pitiful, you usually care more about it. Lincoln said.

"Okay, Dad. Canaan responded. The current source of luck points seems to be related to Harry, which is enough for him to treat it carefully.

On January 15th, which happened to be the Chinese New Year, Canaan was going to invite Harry to his home, and he wanted to entertain him with hot pot.

On this day, he came to Chinatown, a Chinese gathering place in London, early, bought a large bag of ingredients, and prepared a king-sized mandarin duck hot pot considering that some people can't eat spicy.

In the middle of the meal is a 20-inch mandarin duck hot pot, about half a meter in diameter, surrounded by fresh ingredients and Canaanite special sauces. In the mandarin duck pot, on one side is the bottom of the authentic Chongqing spicy pot, and on the other side is the bottom of the fresh mushroom pork ribs pot.

The four of them gathered around the table, and the hot pot in the middle was boiling.

"Canaan, is this really edible? Could it be too much" Harry swallowed as he looked at the boiling spicy red pot bottom, uncertain that this was the first time he had seen this way of eating.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's a Chinese specialty, if you can't eat something too spicy, just eat the bottom of the pot next to it. Helen explained gently.

Lincoln nodded with palpitations, remembering the fear of going to his old father-in-law's house to be dominated by spicy hot pot. However, he felt that the pot of Canaan was big enough.

Canaan poured Harry a Coke and smiled maliciously, "If you think it's spicy, drink some soda, it's super cool!"

So under the leadership of Pastor Lincoln, the crowd prayed for thanksgiving and set out.

"Wooha, it's spicy. Harry took a few bites of lamb brushed with a spicy soup base, sweated, exhaled, and then took another gulp of soda.

"Hiccup~~~", a long hiccup, Harry's little face turned red when he saw everyone's eyes on him.

"Haha, little Harry, don't trust you Canaan next time. Lincoln laughed.

Harry fanned his mouth and nodded in response.

"Canaan, don't bully Harry like that next time. Helen said, turning her head to look at Harry, "Harry, before you leave, bring some bread I baked for your aunt and uncle's family, and your favorite little cakes." ”

"By the way, Canaan, give Harry a copy of your Marvel book so that he can pass the time when he's bored. Helen continued.

"Okay, Mom. ”

"Is it the book of the nine-year-old genius writer? I saw it in the newspaper, and Dalí had a copy, but he never showed it to me. Did Brother Canaan write it?" Harry looked at Canaan with little stars in his eyes.

Canaan responded with a smile, although he was already familiar with the praise of the people around him during this time, he was still very proud in the face of the adoring gaze from the protagonist.

"Poor child, it seems that the next time I have to talk to your aunt and uncle, it is simply too partial. Helen said distressedly.

"It's okay, Aunt Helen, I'm used to it. Harry replied.

"Okay, let's eat first, this is the pork ribs at the bottom of the pot, it's very fragrant. Eat less spicy food, which is not good for the stomach. Helen gave Harry a chunk of ribs, but decided she wanted to find a time to talk to the Dursleys.

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