who moved my coffin

Raztoth is an elite of the Tomb Shou family. This young man with golden blue eyes is said to have been a descendant of the collateral blood of the Pharaoh Ramses family. Of course, in Egypt now, there is no way to verify the inheritance of the blood. All the guardians of the tomb guards have more or less bloodlines of the Pharaoh royal family, but Raztot pays special attention to bloodlines. Therefore, among the tomb guards who are increasingly weakening the bloodlines, although Raztote is outstanding, he is not outstanding. Most of the tomb guards didn't want to see him.

On this day, Raztolt, who had just been reprimanded by the elder, drank in a small bar in Cairo sadly.

When the mind was not clear, a figure sat vaguely beside him.

"Go away!" Raztolt turned his head and growled. Generally speaking, his threat, who possesses the power of blood inheritance, is enough to scare away ordinary people.

But this time, the people around him were not so easy to dismiss.

"Imperio" A strange language rang in Raztolt's mind.

The young Pharaoh guard shook his head heavily, shaking off the weird dizziness in his head, and growled angrily, "Go away, foreigner, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Huh?" The people around seemed a little surprised.

The strange language of "Imperio" sounded again.

"Go away, foreigner, I've made it very clear, I don't understand your language!" Raztot stood up angrily, and shook his fist at the people around him.

"..." The guy next to him seemed to have quieted down.

"Check out!" Raztot slapped the money heavily on the bar, and left staggeringly.

The night in Cairo is not safe, especially in the back streets and alleys. Raztot walked in the direction of home in a daze but knew his way, but he didn't expect the rustling sounds behind him.

"Damn thief!" He turned around suddenly impatiently, and suddenly opened his mouth drunkenly, "Roar!" A roar comparable to that of a lion hit behind him with the visible sound waves.

"Ah!" There seemed to be a scream, and Raztolt narrowed his eyes and saw a person staggering and fell to the ground, so he stretched out his index finger and shook it in satisfaction, "You know how powerful it is, don't mess with me, you trash !"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold voice behind him, "Looking faint!"

"Plop!" Raztot fell heavily like a stake, snoring heavily from his nose.

A man came over and put down the hood of the black cloak, revealing Epros.Chistaro's cool and handsome face.

"Histaro, the Imperius Curse doesn't work on this person, and, as you saw just now, he doesn't seem to be a Muggle!" The wizard who had just been knocked down by Raztolt's sound wave stepped forward and looked curiously at the man who was sleeping on the ground. drunk.

"Well, he didn't have magic fluctuations at the time, it seems to be some other power." Xistaro carefully examined Raztolt's body with his wand, and immediately made a decision, "Take it back and ask, maybe there will be something rewarding!"

"En!" The Death Eaters nodded. They have been in Egypt for a while, and they haven't found out the whereabouts of the "Sun Golden Book". This time, they wanted to ask a random local in the bar. I met a Muggle who could resist the Imperius Curse, so I followed and attacked later.

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Raztolt vaguely felt that someone had poured something into his mouth, but, Sun God, he had never had such a nasty drink, and he coughed and vomited it almost immediately.

"Ahem, damn it, did you drink horse urine for me?" He rolled out of bed in a daze, but was firmly held down by two pairs of arms.

"Slack!" a voice yelled, and Raztolt immediately went limp.

"Continue to pour Veritaserum!"

The unpalatable drink was poured down mercilessly, and Raztolt felt that his tongue could no longer feel the taste.

"Your name?" the voice asked coldly.

[Why should I tell you] Raztotor thought so, but answered honestly, "Raztotor Rafis Hechimato Gunamar... Ramthus"

The name for a full minute made Sistaro feel his veins throbbing.

"Are you a wizard?"

【wizard?WTF? 】Raztolt was a little confused, and answered, "No"

"Are you... a Muggle?"

[Muggles?WTF? 】"no"

"...Are you human?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know the "Sun Jin Jing"?"

"I know!...Oh, no, who are you?" Raztotor's mind regained clarity in an instant. He opened his eyes wide and found that he was powerless.

"Huh? Instantly got rid of the effect of Veritaserum, interesting!" Sistaro stepped forward, squatted down, and looked straight into Raztolt's eyes, "Imperio!"

Raztolt blinked, "Who are you? Why kidnap me?"

"The Imperius Curse is ineffective, whether you are awake or not!" Histalo's eyes lit up, and he said in Egyptian again, "You know the Golden Sutra of the Sun."

This time, he used an affirmative statement.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Raztolt replied coldly after regaining consciousness.

"You will understand, Raztolt, we have many ways for you to speak, but I think if you cooperate a bit, this process will make it easier for you and me." Sistaro stood up and looked proudly at Raztot.

"I declare again, I don't understand what you're talking about!" Raztolt looked at Sistaro with serious eyes, "But I advise you, gringo, you'd better let me go!"

"Hmm...what if I say no?" Sistero sneered.

"Then you will get into big trouble..." A strange voice came from outside the window.

Histaro's face changed slightly, and he winked at the wizard beside him. The wizard nodded, and walked cautiously to the window, holding his wand tightly. He poked his head slightly, and then his face changed suddenly, and he retreated to Sistaro's side .

"There are a lot of strangers out there with bad intentions!" he told Sistaro.

"I warned you, gringos, don't mess with me!" Raztolt, who should have been weak all over, slowly got up, looking at the Death Eaters with a gloomy expression.

"Hmph, let's go!" Sistaro stepped back decisively, pointing his wand at Raztolt.

"Go? Do you think you can still go?" Raztolt said sarcastically.

Sistaro sneered.

"Apparition!"

"Crack!" With a few soft bangs, the wizards disappeared into the room.

With a "clang clang", several pharaoh guards rushed in, and they were surprised to find that Raztot was the only one.

"Where are those people?" asked one of the Pharaoh's guards.

"Disappeared!" Raztolt said with an ugly face. He walked to the place where the Death Eaters disappeared, touched the ground carefully, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, "There are no traces of gravel, not undead!"

"Where did these guys come from?" A pharaoh guard asked curiously.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!" Raztolt smiled wryly, thumping his still limp thigh, "I just hope it's not from Imerton."

"It's not scary even if it is..." A younger Pharaoh guard smiled confidently, "We sent him to hell twice, and it's the same this time."

Raztolt rolled his eyes towards the sky, and secretly spat, "Idiot!"

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"Crack!" Sistaro appeared in another hotel with several Death Eaters.

"Check, track down those people for me, they must know the whereabouts of the "Golden Sutra of the Sun"..." Xistaro arranged the task with a gloomy face, and finally got a clue, but the feeling of the first confrontation was not pleasant, which made him The young Slytherin, who was proud of being a wizard, was very dissatisfied.

At the same time, he quickly fed this information back to the UK.

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In another hidden corner of Egypt

"Did they make contact?" a hoarse voice asked.

"Well, the Death Eaters have already met the Shouling clan!"

"Very well, you are doing well!"

"It is my honor to serve you!"

"Next, let's see who is stronger!"

"Jie Jie, no matter which one of them has the upper hand, it is the harvest of our Death God believers!"