who moved my coffin

As the sun sets, a majestic ancient city appears like a mirage in the endless desert. The city trembles in the refraction of the air. Some city walls and watchtowers flow out quicksand, and the open gate looks like the grim mouth of death. A group of uninvited guests are welcome to throw themselves into the net.

"It's really a miracle in the desert!" Seestaro couldn't help but be filled with emotion as he looked at the wonderful scene in front of him. "Even though the distance is so far, I can still feel the shuddering breath of death."

"The smell of death fermented for more than 3000 years is really mellow and delicious!" Cyrus closed his eyes in intoxication, and took a deep breath. The look of enjoyment made Sistaro roll his eyes skyward.

"Gentlemen, can I think that you are just here for sightseeing, so I will accept the treasures inside without any hesitation." Raztolt looked at them with a half-smile.

"Oh, really~? I thought that as the elites of the tomb guarding clan, you were not interested in treasures. It is said that the pharaoh guards themselves are the property of the pharaohs!" Cyrus restrained his restless voice. The camel turned his face and looked at Raztot with a sarcasm.

"I am not anyone's property, Mr. Il Lazate, any member of the Tomb Shou family is a free man, not a slave..." Raztot looked at Cyrus with a gloomy face, the surname is Yi The young wizard of Er Razate is said to have Egyptian blood, and his ancestors were Egyptians. Raztoth has no doubts about this, because Cyrus' appearance is very Egyptian, and he is obviously more powerful than other British wizards. He is more familiar with the customs of Egypt, but Raztolt feels very uncomfortable every time he faces Cyrus. Although he can't explain why, he is instinctively hostile to Cyrus.

"Mr. Il Lazate, have you heard of undead?" Raztot lowered his eyes and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Of course I've heard of it..." Cyrus replied proudly, and deliberately said loudly, "I thought it was some profound question. In England, we wizards all grew up listening to the stories of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" , The undead is "The Story of the Three Brothers", and there is a legend about the three deadly artifacts in it."

"Oh, the Three Hallows?" Raztolt turned his puzzled eyes to Histaro, who could only tell the story of the three Peverell brothers in a low voice.

Raztot said amusedly, "I think you made a mistake, Mr. Il Razat, the god of death is not the undead, and the three brothers are all living people, and the only god of death that is connected with the undead is Anubi. One of Si's guides..." He shook his head, thinking [I can't even distinguish a guide from an undead, I'm really overthinking. ] Cyrus, who was blushing, snorted heavily, "That's what you Egyptians think. I don't have time to discuss history and differences in religious beliefs with you now. I think you should pay more attention to how we can find That golden scripture."

Cyrus looked provocative like an impetuous young man who was fierce and introverted. Raztoth shook his head with a light smile, and whispered in Egyptian, "Except for his blood and appearance, he is an Egyptian, and he is basically a foreign kid."

"I heard you, Lazitot! Don't think that I can't understand you in Egyptian. I have learned Egyptian since I was a child..." Cyrus turned his head and pointed his wand at Raztot angrily, shouting loudly.

"Hehe, boy, my name is Raztot, not Lezitot. You should practice your Egyptian language first before quarreling with me!" Raztot laughed and waved his hands. The pharaoh guards also looked up to the sky and laughed.

But Xistaro looked at Cyrus thoughtfully. He knew that Cyrus was acting on purpose. He always knew that Cyrus was good at acting, but why is he pretending so much now? What was the disguise in front of Lord Voldemort?

Cyrus seemed to sense Histaro's doubts. He turned his face and blinked at Histaro, who couldn't help but feel a chill in his body.

"That guy..." Sistaro turned his head depressed, "His expression is exactly the same as that old bee!"

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

Hamnabtra once sank to the ground after Imerton was resurrected for the first time and was killed, but with the end of the Scorpion King campaign and the return of the "Sun Golden Scripture", this ancient city rose to the ground again, re-established in the A fixed twilight hour is rendered in the afterglow of the sun.

"The original meaning of Hamnabutra is the city of death, because this city is the place where mummification and requiem rituals are performed. Here, the forces of life and death are balanced, but this balance was broken 3000 years ago. It's..."

Holding a torch in hand, Raztolt led the way into the majestic ancient city, telling the wizards behind him the history of Hamnabutra.

"What happened 3000 years ago?" Histalo asked Cyrus next to him with interest, but found that the other party seemed to be obsessed with archaeology, wandering in a daze.

He had no choice but to turn his questioning gaze to the Pharaoh guard on the other side.

Several pharaoh guards behind Raztot looked at each other and did not answer. Raztot turned back and smiled, "It's nothing, a high priest of the god of death was punished by 'worms'. In Egypt at that time, This is a cruel death penalty, and those who are devoured by insects bear a curse!"

"Curse, you mean black magic?" Histalo asked with bright eyes.

Raztolt thought for a while, "Black magic, well, there seems to be such a saying!" He smiled, "But the price of this kind of black magic is that the whole of Egypt is the object of the curse."

"Ah!" Some Death Eaters who were listening intently to the story let out a low cry in surprise.

"The whole of Egypt is cursed?" Histalo was shocked, "What a powerful black magic spell it must be!"

"It's not a spell, but a ritual..." Cyrus said angrily, "Can you imagine the feeling of being bitten to death by a carnivorous beetle?"

Historro choked, suddenly remembering the ingredients Cyrus had dropped his head at Hogwarts.

Raztolt was a little surprised, he turned his head and looked at Cyrus, "Do you know about insect bites?"

"Hmph, I told you that my family has a long history, so you have to give me full respect!" Cyrus raised his chin.

Raztolt turned his head quickly, as if he didn't hear what Cyrus said, and continued to be his tour guide.

Cyrus gave Raztolt a middle finger viciously at his back, causing the pharaoh guards next to him to chuckle.

"What happened next?" Histalo still wanted to hear the story.

"Later? Later is not your concern!" Raztolt stopped and turned around slowly.

"What do you mean?" Histalo's eyelids twitched, and the wizards cautiously showed their defensive postures.

Raztolt and several pharaoh guards surrounded the wizards faintly.

"Raztolt, what do you want to do?" Sistaro asked with a serious face as he stood up straight.

"Don't panic, we are just taking some precautionary measures. This is an extension of the Golden Sutra of the Sun, which is used to bless the living and avoid the possession of the dead." Raztolt stretched out his hand and took out a roll of sackcloth from his arms wrapped things.

Sistaro waved his hand to stop the commotion of the wizards, and signaled Raztolt to continue.

Cyrus' eyes darkened, he felt that there was something uncomfortable wrapped in the roll of sackcloth.

Raztolt slowly opened the roll of sackcloth under Histaro's vigilant gaze, and inside was a thin piece of gold leaf.

"Hasekula~Demari... Kusaro..." Raztot read the words on the gold foil in ancient Egyptian, while vigilantly scanning the reactions of the wizards.

Cyrus tried his best to suppress his uncomfortable feeling, and silently recited in his mind the prayers about resisting the blessings of the sun god in the "Bible of the Undead". It was so big that it almost sank the amulet into the flesh.

After about 5 minutes, Raztolt stopped chanting, and nodded to the wizards apologetically, "Okay, now you have received the blessing of the Sun God."

"I don't feel anything." The wizard next to Histaro whispered.

"That's because you are not an undead, and if the undead are exposed to the blessing of the Sun God, their bodies will naturally show abnormal reactions." Raztolt put the gold leaf in his arms, "Only one undead can be exempted from this. "

"Who?"

"It's the guy I mentioned who was devoured by insects. If his undead is released, with his power, these sun god's blessings will have no effect on him, so you know how terrifying he is, right? !"

"Oh? What's his name?"

"We can't tell!"

"Can't say?" Sistaro laughed, as if he saw the reaction of wizards to Lord Voldemort's name.

"Here, we can't mention his name, otherwise we might wake him up!" Raztolt sighed heavily, "I don't think he would welcome us with coffee or black tea."

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Cyrus sneered, and strode past Raztolt, "I'm too lazy to listen to you talking about ghost stories, but we're here to find the Golden Scripture of the Sun."

"Wait!" Raztolt extended his arms to stop Cyrus.

"What are you doing?" Cyrus' wand was exposed, and he looked at Raztolt with an unkind expression.

"Just to remind you that you are on the wrong path. This is the passage leading to Anubis. Do you know about Anubis? The god responsible for leading the way of death." Raztolt looked at him with a smile on his face impatiently. Cyrus pointed to another passage along the way, "This is the direction of the Golden Sutra."

"Hmph! I just want to go this way, what's the matter?" Cyrus deliberately slammed Raztotor's arm away, and walked in the direction of the statue of Anubis.

"Hey, brat, if you want to relieve yourself, you don't have to go so far, don't get lost!" Raztot was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said loudly.

Cyrus, who had just walked to the corner, staggered, looked back at Raztot angrily, and was about to walk into the corner in embarrassment.

"Hahaha!" The Pharaoh's guards laughed again, "I knew that Raz's words frightened that kid. It's rare for him to be able to hold his urine for so long."

The wizards were talking in low voices, deliberately pretending not to hear.

Sistaro looked worriedly at the direction Cyrus left, why did he always feel uneasy.