At night, Canaan looked at his brand new room, the walls around it were covered with sky-blue wallpaper, and near the window was a large wood-colored desk with a computer on it, but the computers of this era were a bit bulky, took up a large area, and had few functions.

He was a little excited to think that there was a new grand piano and custom-made violin in the study next door, a Christmas present for him from Lincoln and Helen. For Canaan to have the big red riding hood, it would be a pity not to learn more.

After thinking about it, it can't be called Big Red Riding Hood, the name is low, it is called the Sage's Hat! Canaan happily changed the name of the hat.

Reclining on a soft chair, Canaan picked up the Philosopher's Hat next to him and put it on his head, ready to recall the details from the Harry Potter films.

Frame by frame, the images from the movie came to Canaan's mind, as if he was rewatching the film.

"The Dursleys, Harry Potter, lives in Little Whinging, um, 4 Privet Road, um," Canaan reminisced as he took notes.

"It's familiar!"

Canaan suddenly stood up from his chair, "Little Huijin District, No. 33 Nuzhen Road, Little Huijin District, isn't it my home?"

"And Harry Potter's home is Little Whinging, No. 4 Privet Road"

"This is the world of Harry Potter!

Canaan excitedly put down the pen in his hand and slapped the table hard.

"I knew the world wasn't easy!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, be calm, no matter what, go and see it first" Canaan calmed down a little again.

He quickly ran downstairs, and while it was still dark, he was going to bring some gifts to visit the owner of No. 4 Privet Road.

"No. 4 Privet Road, right here. ”

"Ding Ding Ding"

Canaan discovered that behind the house was his new home. Could it be that the boy during the day?

Before he had time to think about it, the door was quickly opened.

"Hello, little one, is there something wrong?" a bloated man opened the door.

"Hello, sir, my name is Canaan Blaine, I am a neighbor who just moved here today, and I guess the sound of moving in the morning has disturbed you, so I brought you a small cake made by my mother. "Canaan looked harmless to humans and animals.

"Oh, it's you, come in, it's cold outside. Mr. Fat said kindly.

"Sir, I don't know what to call you?"

"My name is Vernon Dursley, and you can call me Mr. Dursley. ”

Remembering that Harry Potter's uncle's name was that, Canaan was overjoyed.

"Uncle Vernon, I brought four boxes of small cakes, I don't know if they will be enough for your family. He shouted cheekily.

"Oh, just right. ”

.......

After an in-depth discussion with Mr. Dursley, Canaan finally determined that the world he was in was the world of Harry Potter.

During this time, he also met Lady Penny Dursley, who has a habit of cleanliness, and Dali, the bear child. It's just a bit of a shame that I didn't see Harry Potter. I remember that in the movie, the Dursleys were reluctant to let Harry meet outsiders.

At this time, in the narrow staircase room, a little sloppy little boy looked at the small cake in front of him and smiled happily.

"Hmm, it's delicious!" he took a small bite, a smile of intoxication on his face, for there were not many chances for him to eat such a delicious cake.

......

And after washing, Canaan lay on the fluffy cot with a lot of thoughts in his head.

He never thought that this was the world of Harry Potter, and he had thought about writing Harry Potter before.

The magical wizarding world that he yearns for, and the wizarding school, Hogwarts! It's really exciting! He had also suspected that the world he had crossed over was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be the world of Harry Potter, which was his favorite movie.

I don't know if I have a talent for magic, but it seems that only a few people in the original book have talent. And it is generally awakened before the age of 11, and then the notice is received. Those who cannot be awakened are called Muggles and do not receive letters from Hogwarts. Canaan thought in bed, worried that he didn't have the talent for magic and wouldn't be able to get into school.

"Pen, float, float for me!" he looked at the pen on his desk, his face serious.

The pen didn't respond!

Canaan, wearing the Philosopher's Hat, tried again.

Still no response.

Canaan renounced the act of secondary two.

It seems that he doesn't have any magical talent now, and there is nothing unusual about him, except for the unresponsive Goldfinger.

Thinking of this, Canaan opened the golden finger that he hadn't seen in a while.

"Altar of the Heavens," Canaan said silently in his heart.

Once again, a quaint altar emerges. It's just that four lines of text appear later.

Altar of the Heavens:

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

Luck point: 7

Personal Belongings: None

There's a change! I don't know when this luck point appeared. He used to look at Goldfinger once a day, but it hasn't changed.

The last time I checked the altar was about a week ago, what did I do in that time?

Daily schooling? This seems to have nothing to do with luck.

The Marvel series of books is on fire?

Then he visited Aunt Jenny's family and met Harry Potter?

It seems that there is nothing else, but it seems likely to have something to do with it, Canaan thought to himself.

However, the main task at the moment is to find out the source of the luck point and the law of the goldfinger sacrifice, and then try to contact Harry Potter, after all, the increase in luck points may be related to him to a large extent.

That night, the moon and stars were scarce, in the land of sleep.

"Canaan Blaine, you actually studied dark arts, and you will spend the rest of your life in Azkaban!" said a white-bearded old man with a magic wand at Canaan.

"Canaan, I'll kill your parents, kill your girlfriend Ruth, hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

"No, Voldemort, don't, Rousse!!"

"Rouss, Rouss!" Canaan woke up from his dream.

"Whew!" Canaan rubbed his drowsy head, gasping for breath, and gradually regained his thoughts.

"Boring dreams!"

At present, it is still necessary to solve the problem of luck points first, find out the origin of luck points, and then use the golden finger to see if you can solve the problem of magic talent. It would be a shame not to go to Hogwarts and learn mystical magic.

At the table in the hall downstairs, Canaan was munching on bread after washing, "I miss Aunt Jenny's dessert a little, and my mother's baked bread is a little hard." Glancing at Lincoln across the street, he saw that he was nibbling on the right incense.

"It's not for nothing that we can be together. Canaan sighed.

"Canaan, your little sweet letter. Lincoln pulled a letter from under several newspapers.

"My Britney??"

It seems to be a letter from the crying girl, but I don't know her name yet.

Canaan opened the envelope and it read:

"Big bad, pay me my gift and the Harry Potter story you told, I've been waiting for days. "A letter occupies a few lines, and although it is only a short sentence, it fills the entire page.

Well, it looks like I'm going to have to revise my itinerary today and go to the store to buy some gifts. Well, buy more sweets, sweets. It's best to let her eat cavities and get those two front teeth decayed out. Canaan thought with some viciousness.

Fortunately, the matter of Harry Potter was only told to the little girl, otherwise when it was written, I would have waited to enter Azkaban, and it is estimated that many big men will be served by many big men with a divine thought ingestion wheel or a bottle of truth elixir.

But how to deal with the little girl, it's a real headache to think about. After a quick breakfast settlement, Canaan walked to the supermarket in the neighborhood.

......

"With so much to eat, it should be enough to satisfy this little girl. Canaan, who came out of the supermarket and was about to go home, flipped the snack bag in his hand.

Seeing that his home was not far ahead, Canaan couldn't help but speed up his pace, but a short figure in front of him made Canaan stunned.

This is?

Yesterday's little boy, Harry Potter!

I saw that he was hobbling with the black garbage bag at this time, walking step by step to the trash can in front of the community. The huge garbage bag and the petite body are a stark contrast.

What a poor child!

"Hello, are you Harry Potter?" Canaan walked quickly.

"You, hello, are you?" said Mr. Potter, who had just finished throwing out the trash, looking a little reserved, gasping for breath, apparently exhausted from throwing the trash.

"I'm a neighbor who just moved in yesterday, my name is Canaan Blaine, you can call me Canaan. Canaan smiled his trademark kind smile.

"By the way, I was disturbed by the move yesterday, this is the chocolate I just bought, you can taste it, it's delicious. Without saying a word, he slipped two boxes of chocolates into the boy's hands.

In addition to having a good relationship with the future male protagonist, Canaan also feels a little sorry for this skinny boy, who has lived in a cubicle under the stairs since he was a child, wears old clothes from his aunt Dali, and has to do housework every day.

"That's too much, Canaan, thank you. "Mr. Potter was thrilled, no one had ever been so nice to him, and it seemed like he had given him yesterday's cake.

"Harry, why has it been so long to take out the trash, come back and make breakfast!" came a woman's shrill voice in the room, a voice unique to that of Miss Dursley.

"No more, no more, I still have a lot of them, by the way, if you have time, you can come to my house as a guest, your aunt urged you, don't say more." Seeing Ms. Dursley, who was peeping out of the window of the house, Canaan, who wanted to talk more, had to end the conversation.

"Thank you, Canaan, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye!"

Mr. Potter looked at Canaan's departing back and smirked, except for the Dursleys, he didn't have much contact with, and most of his classmates at school looked down on him and didn't get along with him. It's nice to have a partner of the same age who is so kind to him now.

After tucking the two boxes of chocolates into his arms, Harry cautiously walked back to the house.