The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

[Dear Harry:

Sorry, Loren is having a hard time choosing his sunglasses, so I started this letter.

By the time you read this letter, Loren and I will be on our way to Egypt. As you can see, we decided to make Egypt our vacation destination. It is difficult for owls to adapt to the Egyptian climate. Please help us take care of Hanhan. Thank you very much.

The information I found said that there are many ancient rune ruins in Egypt, which will be very helpful for our elective courses next semester. There are also many interesting local histories of witchcraft in Egypt, and I believe there must be enough content to be included in a history of magic paper...

We also decided to go to London during the last week of summer vacation. can you go? Will your aunt and uncle let you go? If not, let’s meet on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st!

Hermione sends her regards

Also: Loren sends greetings (scrawled handwriting)]

Putting down the letter, Harry looked at Hanhan, the spectacled owl, who tilted his little head and looked at him too. Harry reached out and ruffled the feathers on its head: "Your master left you on vacation."

"Gugu?"

"That's right, you won't take us."

"Gugu?"

"What does it have to do with me? The matter is serious. They knew I was suffering at the Dursleys' house, and now they left. I can't even find anyone to talk to."

"Gu Gu."

"Oh, go ahead, come back before dawn."

Harry opened the door to the stairwell and watched with envy as the spectacled owl flew out of the first-floor window.

How nice it is to be an owl and have no worries.

"Merlin! Send me to Egypt, too!" Harry put Hermione's letter aside, lay down on the small bed, and let out a long sigh filled with melancholy.

…

[Egypt is a country located in northeastern Africa, and it is also the place where magic was first recorded. Ancient Egyptian wizards and kings ruled this country for a long time.

Later, the wizards realized that such behavior would bring disaster to both parties.

The tribes and ethnic groups supported by them can always find the promised land that is rich in water and grass and not invaded by wild beasts. They rely on natural geographical advantages to rapidly expand and thrive. But such tribes often lack independent strength. They always seek help from wizards. Without wizards, they are fat in the eyes of other tribes.

The war broke out.

If wizards protect the chosen group indefinitely, it means that they will help one group of people massacre another group of people, and this massacre will never end.

Some smart wizards realized this problem, and after discussion, the wizards gradually disappeared from history.

Despite this, their legends still remain in the world of ordinary people. People with ulterior motives package magic as gods, claiming that they can hear their will. Those who disobey the gods will be punished...

The dynasty of divine right of kings began. 】

"ladies and gentlemen:

The plane is descending. Please sit back in your original position, fasten your seat belt, put away the tray table, and adjust the seat back to the normal position. All personal computers and electronic devices must be turned off. Please confirm whether your carry-on items have been properly placed. Later, we will dim the cabin lights.

Thanks! "

The flight attendant's voice sounded over the plane PA.

Hermione rubbed her eyebrows, blinked her dry eyes, and closed the magic history book about Egypt in her hand.

The span of history was too long. She only glanced at the overview briefly, and the plane was about to arrive at its destination.

The seats on this plane were relatively spacious, with only four seats in each row, separated by two aisles in the middle. Wendell and Monica sat in the row behind her and Loren, and Bates sat in the row in front of them.

Loren next to her was wearing a sunglasses-style cotton eye mask and was sleeping soundly.

Hermione pursed her lips. Although it was her choice to read on the plane, seeing this man sleeping so soundly made the little witch feel angry.

"Wake up now, we're in Cairo!" Hermione reached out and shook his shoulder.

As his consciousness exited the space of the fantasy book, Loren pulled off the blindfold, grabbed her arm and shook her back, saying angrily: "You want to throw me out of the plane, don't you, you vicious black witch?"

Hermione giggled.

In the afternoon, the plane landed.

As soon as Loren stepped out of the plane, the heat wave was blown in the wind like a substance, burning. In the hot summer season, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun in Cairo was still shining brightly in the sky, which was extremely fierce.

"Come on, let's go indoors!"

Wendell said hello, but in just a few minutes, sweat had already soaked his shirt.

Following the guidance of the airline staff, Loren and his party came to a waiting room to rest for a while. The room was bright and clean, with all kinds of fruit and drinks available. Except for the air-conditioning fan making some noise, everything else was fine.

Wendell sat down and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm used to living in the UK, and I've never experienced such high temperatures."

"I had the experience of marching in a hurry when I was young. Believe me, traveling with equipment on your back is even more difficult than this." Grandpa Bates was very energetic and looked around with interest.

"Fortunately, most of our luggage is stored in Hermione and Loren's pendants, and even the pretentious suitcases are directly connected between the hotel and the airline."

Wendell opened a bottle of Coke and took a sip. He was so hot that he didn't care about his teeth. "I can't imagine running around in this weather with luggage."

One of his dental patients was in the industry, and an introduction from an acquaintance made their journey a lot easier.

Monica suddenly remembered something, patted Hermione on the shoulder and said urgently: "Bring me the sunscreen..."

Hermione exclaimed and hurriedly pulled Monica to the corner to apply sunscreen.

Seeing the mother and daughter hurriedly, the three men couldn't help but smile. Loren also opened a bottle of Coke: "What will we do next?"

Wendel let out a comfortable burp and felt that the heat in his body had dissipated: "We will wait until someone from the hotel comes to pick us up, and transportation will be included. Our next itinerary in Egypt will be arranged by the hotel, and there will be a full-time tour guide to guide us. We were just playing.”

He paused, "As for your magical journey, you can only rely on yourself."

Loren nodded.

Hermione suddenly ran out from the corner, carrying the sunscreen in her palm, and slapped all the sunscreen on his face, massaging it evenly.

"We are too young and our skin is still very tender. Mom said you should apply it too, otherwise you will get sunburned." Her eyes moved along with the movements of her hands, her expression focused, "How are we going to find the Egyptian wizard?"

Loren let her finish painting before speaking: "Egypt has the largest alchemy research center in the world. I have their contact information. We will go find them after we have enough fun with the adults."

This is what I got from Flamel.

"Playing with the adults?" Wendell joked, causing Monica and Bates to laugh.

About half an hour later, the airline staff led a dark-faced English man to pick them up.

"Welcome to Cairo, distinguished guests." The tour guide made a standard hat-off ceremony. "I am Caleb. In the next few days, I will lead a few people to visit Egypt. If you have any ideas or suggestions, If you are dissatisfied, please feel free to raise it.”

They took the group of people on the hotel's special car, an extended-length model with spacious space. Caleb and the driver sat in the first row, Wendell and Bates sat in the second row, and Monica sat in the last row with her two children.

As soon as the car drove out of the parking lot, there were people standing on the street shouting at them in a language they didn't understand, and a girl with a skinny face chased the car while waving cheap handmade products in her hand.

It was obviously not the first time that the driver had dealt with this kind of situation, and he calmly drove away from them.

"This?" Wendell was a little shocked.

Caleb turned his head and warned seriously: "Egypt is different from England. It is full of poverty and disease, and also full of chaos and crime..."

He babbled on about a lot of precautions. For example, there would be black guides stopping you at many intersections. Most of the time, you should just drive past them without paying attention to them. If you get separated from someone at the hotel and get tricked into someone else's car, don't panic. Usually they will take you to a parking lot not far from the entrance, where you can choose between a carriage or a camel. Don't worry about it at all. Find a place where you can make a phone call and call the hotel's service number. The hotel will send someone to pick you up.

"This is already very good. The cars in our hotel have conspicuous signs. If they are other ordinary cars, they will stop the car and forcibly sell you some garbage." Kaleb said.

These words made Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel anxious and regretted coming to Egypt for vacation.

Hermione opened the window and looked out. Those children with dark faces, thin muscles, slender limbs and well-defined muscles left her inexplicably shocked. Egypt now became concrete in her mind.

It was already evening when they checked into a resort hotel by the Nile River.

The golden sunset coats everything in sight with a golden film, the golden fields, the golden desert, the golden hotel exterior walls, and even the water in the Nile River shines with golden light.

Looking from a distance, the stone sculptures in the desert shone with golden light, as if they were carved from pure gold.

Hermione leaned on the railing of the hotel balcony and looked into the distance. Her whole body was coated with a layer of gold and blended into the desert sunset.

"Are you thinking about those children during the day?" Loren followed her example and leaned on the railing.

"Well." Hermione's voice was soft, "I know I can't help them, but I can't help but think about it."

This girl started to be careless again... Loren had a toothache, and he thought for a while: "Do you still remember what the Egyptian magic history said, the help of wizards will only make them weak, and they can only rely on the people here themselves. Only through struggle and prosperity can we usher in a long, stable and happy life.”

"There are billions of people in this world, but only a few rich countries, such as India and Africa..."

"There are also magical creatures. You must know that centaurs still live a primitive life in the forest. You can't help so many people even if you are exhausted..."

Listening to Loren's nagging voice, Hermione's lips turned into a pleasant smile: "I know."

"what do you know?"

"Just do what you can. I still have some old books and clothes. I will pack them up when I go back. I plan to donate them to charity."

"that's all?"

"Well, that's something I can do now."

On the banks of the Nile River in the setting sun, the figure of the little witch shines brightly.

…

After resting overnight, Caleb took them to the Egyptian Museum the next morning.

This is a two-story ancient stone building. The first floor is displayed in chronological order, displaying artifacts from the Old Kingdom to Roman rule, including a large number of ancient papyri, which have experienced thousands of years of decay. , most of them have been fragmented, and a variety of languages ​​​​were found on the papyrus fragments, including Greek, Latin, Roman, Arabic and ancient Egyptian.

Hermione held a small notebook in her hand and wrote down a few symbols from time to time.

Loren looked closely at the broken papers. The texture on the papyrus was somewhat similar to the paper in the "Book of Abraham". The characters on the paper could faintly see the shadow of some magic script.

He speculated that it was a product of the period of close contact between wizards and Muggles. Even after the wizards left, these words were preserved in the pyramid tomb and have survived to this day.

Even Flamel couldn't sit still. He got out of the book of fantasy and flew around Loren, looking at the symbols and writings on these cultural relics.

"Have you never been to Egypt before?" Loren asked doubtfully.

"That was two hundred years ago, well, this museum didn't exist at that time," Flamel replied.

Loren fell silent.

The second floor is a special exhibition room, displaying cultural relics from the last two dynasties of Egypt. Among them, the golden mask, human-shaped golden coffin, golden throne, etc. in the Tutankhamen exhibition room can be regarded as the treasures of the Egyptian Museum.

The most eye-catching thing is the mummy exhibition room. There are more than 20 mummies of Egyptian pharaohs and their concubines. Some have a history of more than 3,500 years, but are still well preserved. The best preserved one is Ramses II of the 19th Dynasty of the New Kingdom. The hair and toenails can also be clearly seen. On the lid and inside of the human-shaped coffin where the mummy was stored, there were paintings of the deceased's patron saint or scriptures.

This room was shrouded in a strange smell, and Loren could smell the unique smell of many potion materials. Although after thousands of years, the magic power contained in all the artifacts has passed away, some of their characteristics have been preserved.

Over the next few days, Caleb took them on a tour of several pyramids.

According to the tour guide, the ancient Egyptians believed in the immortality of the soul after death. As long as the body is protected, it will be resurrected for eternity in the Paradise of Elysium 300 years later. Therefore, they attach great importance to the construction of tombs.

Flamel told Loren another version of the story. The ruler, who was in close contact with the wizard, discovered the existence of the ghost. The ruler was horrified to realize that death does not mean annihilation, so he began to seek immortality and resurrection...

Everything ancient here has a hint of wizard in it. The words, the smell, even the way the body was cooked like a potion.

If the history of Egypt were a book, the shaman's influence would be like ink, soaking into every part of the book.