Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Luxor was once known as the City of a Hundred Gates, and is now considered the world's largest open-air museum. Traces of the peak of ancient Egyptian civilization can be seen everywhere, with spectacular temples and ancient tombs silently proclaiming the weight and prosperity of history.

The novel and exotic customs aroused Euphemia's interest. The tall obelisks, the stone statues eroded by time, the wide avenues...it was a unique visual experience.

Outside the city, sand dunes of all sizes are connected together, blurring the perception of distance and space.

The scorching sun made people forget that it was not even March yet, and Bill had already started sweating slightly.

Suddenly, a refreshing coolness swept over him, spreading from his skin to his internal organs.

The faint silver-white light floated around the three people, looking like flocculent frost or misty fog.

Feeling refreshed, Bill turned his head and saw Lynn putting away his wand.

"This little trick of Ice Rune was improved by Fei some time ago." Lynn explained, "I'll teach you when I have time." Euphemia followed silently, looking at Bill in amazement, with a slight smile on her face.

Those who were best at Fire Runes developed techniques for Ice Runes, and those who were proficient in Ice Runes found the healing aspect of Fire Runes. This was their unspoken understanding.

With the boost of magic, Bill became energetic, and even the camel under him was full of energy. It walked quickly, like a boat on dry land, shuttling through the endless sea of ​​sand, leaving behind a trail of footprints that were gradually buried in the wind and sand.

While they were chatting and laughing, about an hour passed. The city behind them was no longer clear, and the huge temples and ancient tombs were left far away. Only the ruins of a dilapidated camp still retained some traces of modern civilization.

“Is this the archaeological camp of Gringotts back then?” Lin En looked from a distance. “It doesn’t look very large.”

"We were just a pioneer at the time, but we found that the risk factor was too high, so the subsequent plans were cancelled." Bill said, "Gringotts headquarters was also very annoyed about this matter - for this exploration plan, they did a lot of things to the Egyptian Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government."

"The goblins' greed for wealth is just like Lockhart's greed for fame, there's no end to it." Euphemia said with a smile, "Where is the entrance to the ruins? These camels also need to find a place to rest. It seems that your camp can still be put to good use."

"Indeed." Bill nodded, trying not to smile.

Looking up, he pointed to an inconspicuous sand dune.

"The entrance to the ruins is over there, not far from here. But now is not the right time. According to the inference at that time, the magical protection of this ruins is cyclical. The protection is weakest when the temperature is highest every day, and it is strongest when the temperature is lowest."

"It seems to have drawn magic power from the surrounding environment and sunlight, so it is still functioning today." Lin En said approvingly, "Ancient wizards were not only capable of simple and crude magic. Sometimes they were very sophisticated and inspiring."

As they were talking, the three men nimbly jumped off their camels and tied them to an abandoned water trough.

Bill took out a small bag and threw it on the open space. After a "ding-dong" sound, a tent was set up.

"Why don't we go to the tent and rest for a while? We still have a few hours left, and I have some questions I want to ask you."

Holding a small notebook in his hand, Bill made the proposal with a bright smile, which was obviously "long-planned".

In the following time, he expressed all the questions and magical ideas that had accumulated for a long time.

Such opportunities to be alone with others and ask questions have become very rare since he started working.

Every time he wrote questions in his notebook, he regretted not making good use of his breaks from school.

Some of his questions were extremely difficult and obscure, while others seemed tricky, but none of them could stump Lynn.

After explaining it in a few words, he also checked Bill's progress in rune magic.

Facts have proved that rich practical experience is of great help to the practice of magic, at least a hundred times better than practicing magic in isolation.

After just two moves, Lynn had judged Bill's dueling level.

Ordinary Aurors are no match for him. Even first-rate wizards like Ines and Snape cannot be underestimated. He must be alert and deal with them seriously.

Considering Bill's age, this strength is more than enough to satisfy him.

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The two, who were both teachers and friends, were communicating and exchanging ideas in the tent, while Euphemia, full of curiosity, was wandering around in the desert.

She had already sensed the magical aura emanating from the ruins, on a seemingly ordinary sand dune.

Many damaged and even smashed objects were buried under the surrounding yellow sand.

Some of them are occult tools without any magical power, probably items lost by Muggles.

Some of them exude a magical aura. I guess because there is no need to recycle them, they were left here by the people who hastily evacuated Gringotts.

She even found a torn glove sticking out of the sand—dragon skin, which should have been very tough.

"A sharp weapon. Is there any poison? No, that's not right... there's something else." She frowned and looked at it carefully.

The light of Rune blooms on the seemingly ordinary sea of ​​sand, guiding the witch who is as careful as a hair.

Many secrets are hidden in the most superficial places, but they are covered by the dust of history and require a keen eye to identify them.

This is the experience gained from many years of travel and exploration.

Chapter 137 Lessons from the Past

After a long time, she returned to the tent with a large pile of magical artifact wreckage collected from the desert.

When you are out, lunch is also simple. Flatbread bought from the market with chickpea sauce is a very Egyptian specialty.

"Bill, come and confirm, is this dragon leather glove the one you dropped? And these things don't look normal."

"No. Our gloves have marks on them. Even if they are damaged, they must be taken back to the branch for repair or destroyed." Bill said without hesitation, "As long as there is a possibility of repair, they will not let it go."

"That means someone has been here before..." Euphemia held her chin and rolled her eyes, "Lin, do you recognize the magic on this? It looks familiar to me, like some kind of curse."

"Don't worry, let me take a look. You eat something first." Lin En smiled and pulled his girlfriend over. "It tastes good. Bill's vision is trustworthy."

Bill chuckled and handed over the jar of chickpea paste.

Lynn raised his head and looked intently at the gloves in the air.

The slightly gloomy magic caught his attention as soon as he entered the door.

Perhaps due to the wind and sun, the fluctuations have become very weak, but can still be felt.

"You are right. This is a vicious and hidden curse." After observing it for a while, he shook his head regretfully. "The owner of the glove is probably no longer alive."

"So dangerous?" Bill frowned. "I didn't realize it at all. What kind of curse is this?"

Now he had no time to eat. He threw down the pancake in his hand, stood up, and walked to the gloves to examine them carefully.

He knew that Lin En would not joke about such things, but no matter how he looked at it, this worn-out glove remained ordinary. He could sense that there was something unusual, but he couldn't see any clues.

"It's normal that you don't know it. After all, you were playful when you were in school." Lin En said jokingly, "In the fourth row of shelf 113 in the restricted area, there is a book that records the special curses of the Mediterranean region. I suggested that you read it when you were in seventh grade."

"…Is this true?" Bill looked confused.

"At the Easter gathering that year, I knew you didn't take it to heart." Euphemia wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth and said with a smile.

Bill smiled awkwardly and stepped back inconspicuously.

He had completely forgotten about the matter and would never dare to respond to such a question.

Lin En gave him a meaningful look and whispered, "This is a curse from ancient Greek mythology. It drains vitality to stimulate physical and mental potential and create luck beyond imagination. It is very subtle at first, but once it takes effect, it is irreversible - just like unicorn blood."

"What...?!" Bill was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue. "Isn't that very dangerous? We haven't encountered this before, otherwise it would be a disaster."

"Maybe this group of people broke through the stone wall, or there is some unknown fork in the road - you have always had good luck." Lynn shrugged, raised his wand and waved it lightly, "But then again, it's just an old curse after all - just like its name, the old curse. Although it is very hidden, it is not that dangerous."

A faint blue light fell on the tattered gloves.

Wisps of green smoke rose up, and the uncomfortable smell disappeared.

With a wave of his hand, the curse was wiped out.

"It turns out that there are indeed traces of ancient Greece in here. We should pay more attention to it." Lynn put away his wand nonchalantly, picked up a piece of bread from the table and broke it in half.

He left the extra for Euphemia and put the less in his own bowl, the portion was just right.

Euphemia smiled with her eyes curved - although this lunch was not delicious, it had its own unique flavor.

"I'll write Percy a note later and ask him to return it within a month."

"Beauxbatons also has some books about curses. I'll have a student send them to you. She's quite good at these, and maybe you two can get along well."

The two of them were talking to each other, but Bill was silent because he felt under pressure.

He wanted to show his growth, but found that he was still far from it.

Just like the summer after graduation.

Lin En was also so comfortable at that time, completely wiping out the little pride in his heart.

The familiar scene made him feel complicated. He responded sullenly and buried his head in eating.

It's like biting its prey viciously.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the three people, who had rested well, walked out of the camp and headed towards the entrance of the ruins.

The sun was the hottest at this time, but walking in the desert guided by magic, one could only feel bursts of coolness, even a bit eerie and damp.

With the lessons learned from the previous experience, Bill became much more cautious, fearing that he might encounter some strange magic, and even slowed down his pace.

It was not until he reached the foot of a sand dune that he raised his wand and moved forward with a serious expression.

"The true form appears!"

White light flickered, and the ancient ruins hidden underground trembled violently.

The deception set up outside was broken, revealing a door forged from an unknown black metal.

It did not close, like the gaping mouth of the abyss.

What really blocks the explorers is a magical barrier as thick as a wall.

"This is the entrance to the ruins, but it's very strong, so we have to attack from a single point..."

"Stand back." Before Bill could finish his words, Euphemia had already drawn her wand, "Kennaz!"

Fire fell from the sky, and countless flames turned into a white iron curtain.

The terrifying high temperature destroyed everything, including the formless magic.

Even Li Huo can't compare to it.

In just a few seconds, the protective spell that had left many curse breakers helpless collapsed.

"What were you going to say just now?" Euphemia asked curiously after putting away her wand. She hadn't done anything serious for a long time and was a little excited to see the prey.

"I...it's nothing."

Bill wanted to complain a lot, but he couldn't say anything, and his face turned red.

Looking at Euphemia, who seemed a little cuddly and cuddly standing next to Lin En, he felt that he was becoming more and more like a pure guide, or even like a light bulb.

“Follow us closely after you go in. The older the ruins are, the greater the uncertainty.” Lynn reminded, then took a step forward, leading the way into the abyss-like passage.

A dozen round metal balls hovered around him, filled with abundant magical power.

Euphemia followed closely behind, and finally Bill, who was a beat slower.

After a moment, a soft light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the way forward for the three people.

This is a stairway with no end in sight.

The aura of black magic is like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It has not dissipated after thousands of years, sending a dangerous signal.

They are attached to the strange murals, and no one knows what their use is or when they will explode - just like a welcome speech left by the owner of the ruins.

Although there is no friendliness at all.

A little further forward, there was a goblin corpse that still retained its original appearance.

It still maintained the posture it had when death approached, even the fear and unwillingness in its eyes were exactly the same.

Chapter 138: Black Magic Museum

"What's the name of this goblin?" Lin En asked, "Maybe he knew more about the ruins, but unfortunately he died before he could actually enter the ruins."

"His name is Ludo, and he's from the Egypt branch." Bill shook his head. "He left too quickly and we didn't have time to save him. But even if he were still alive, the goblins wouldn't tell us their secrets. In their words, paying the exorcist is to let us solve the problem."

"This is also a historical issue that was not dealt with during the second goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century." Euphemia deadpanned, "It is a stupid decision to let them take charge of Gringotts. Let's go. There is no need to waste time."

"I think so too." Most of the time, Lynn would choose to follow Euphemia's point of view, agreeing and walking past the corpses and forward.

Not far from here, about three or four hundred meters underground, the long and narrow passage finally ends.

Then there is another narrow and winding stone road.