Chapter 302 In Egypt
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 302 In Egypt
But even if the night sky is full of stars, it is still very difficult to find the trace of an owl in the dark.
What's more, the more Harry looked at the golden moon hanging in the sky, the more it looked like a pizza... covered with burnt yellow cheese.
Fragrant!
Gulong, he swallowed hard.
The 'aroma' permeating the 'pizza' in front of him gradually turned into the smell of ham sausage and barbecue in McGuffin's eyes.
—The barbecue is getting closer.
Harry now had some hallucinations because of hunger.
A strangely shaped black shadow of a grilled chicken is gradually approaching with its wings flapping.
--turkey?
It flew lower and lower and closer until it came to rest on a lamppost on Privet Drive.
A few seconds after that, Harry realized what he had seen.
an owl.
Harry hastily pulled the deadbolt and it flew in through the window.
The cool evening air brushing against his face from outside had jolted Harry's spirits, especially now that his expectations were stretched.
The owl uttered a strange cry, and flapped its wings down on the bed.
It had a large bundle tethered to its leg.
Hedwig, who was trapped in a cage on one side, let out a shriek of dissatisfaction as he watched the same kind come and go freely, and the cage was knocked and rattled.
"Hedway, don't make trouble! Is your master still in confinement?" Harry hurriedly lowered his voice.
He hurried to the bed, unwrapped the package, and threw it under the bed.
Then listen to Uncle Vernon and the others, and be ready to send the owl out of the window at any time (although I am sorry, but now he is in such a situation that he cannot be polite to this hard-working owl)
For several minutes, Harry heard only the snoring of his burly cousin, and heard nothing from the hall stairs.
Harry was relieved now.
He let go of the hand holding the owl's beak.
The gray owl pecked Harry's right hand several times,
It finally stopped being so annoyed when Harry invited it to drink water.
Finally, it took a bite of Harry's dinner today (sour bread), then shook its head a few times in disgust, spat it out, and flew away again.
Harry seemed to see a deep sense of contempt and sympathy in the owl's eyes.
Shaking his head, Harry quickly put the negative thought behind him.
Picked up the package again from under the bed.
He tore off the kraft paper on the outside, and inside the package was a square box with a brown-black outer packaging, and a letter.
All of a sudden, Harry's eyes were focused on the thick leather box.
It's a box of chocolates the size of a notebook.
Gollum!
The saliva almost got stuck in the throat.
Impatiently, Harry tore open the wrapper carefully, but as slowly as possible so that it didn't make any harsh noises.
He took out a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.
Harry had never thought chocolate was so delicious, even dark chocolate with no milky taste, but sugary taste, satisfied him.
A warm current filled his body with a feeling of fullness from his stomach, making him extremely satisfied.
The mood seemed to be cast [Happiness Curse], and soon got better.
Humming softly, he opened Hermione's letter while eating chocolate.
……
Dear Harry:
When I received your letter, I felt very incredible, although I have seen how your uncle and aunt treated you.
But this situation is still unbelievable.
I don't know why Professor Dumbledore keeps insisting you stay in that home...
Ron too, couldn't he ask McGuffin for advice and then call your Uncle Vernon?
I really hope you're okay.
Fortunately, you wrote the letter immediately, otherwise I would have almost called you today.
(However, I won't use my brain like Ron and say that I am your classmate, but now I guess anything I say to your uncle will make him suspicious.)
And... I'm leaving England in two days.
My parents have already booked a plane ticket to France.
We are going on vacation to France. (It just so happens that you wrote the letter immediately, otherwise, it may take two or three days before I can reply to you.)
—I hope that big bar of chocolate can make you feel better.
By the way, I also know that McGuffin sold the magic flying broom.
Also saw that report from the Daily Prophet.
What a fun photo of MacGuffin and the Professor in front of the Burrow! (laugh--)
I hope it doesn't happen to them in reality.
It seems that the conclusion of the agreement is very unfavorable to [Universal Light Wheel] company.
I heard from Ron that McGuffin got a few thousand Galleons in another transaction.
I hope he can make good use of the money to buy more magic books unique to Egypt, preferably related to spells.
(Ron, of course, also wrote to tell me about their trip to Egypt!)
It is said that the magic in ancient Egypt is very interesting, and it is very different from here in Britain and Europe.
Those inverted pyramids where ancient Egyptian wizards lived, those mummies guarding magic, ... and the rune spell of McGuffin didn't it come from somewhere?
It's all so fascinating, I'm so jealous!
However, there is also a lot of interesting magic here in France, especially since they played an important role in the evolution of modern magic in England.
Moreover, the punishment of witches in the medieval Muggle society in France is very different from that in Britain... I plan to revise my thesis on the history of magic in this regard.
After going there, I will integrate the new materials and information collected into my thesis. In order to keep up with the progress of you and McGuffin, this thesis on the history of magic is too sloppy.
Hope to go there and learn some new magical knowledge.
Finally, I hope Hogwarts starts soon... Oh!And...Harry, I already know what to get you for your birthday and I'm sure you'll like it.
— Hermione
Oh, I forgot, Ron said that Percy was head of the Head Boys, and I bet Percy was overjoyed, but Ron didn't seem as happy about it.
and
……
Harry broke a large piece of chocolate into small pieces, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.
He looked at the contents of Hermione's letter, and he was very happy, with a crooked arc on his face.
Finally, drink a few sips of water to moisturize your mouth, and together with the chocolate, it turns into a liquid to fill your empty stomach.
Maybe it was because he couldn't see himself starving and eating cabbage leaves, while Harry was enjoying himself there.
Hedwig began to hit the birdcage vigorously again, making a strange and high-pitched sound.
No stop!
"Be quiet! Hideaway!"
Harry yelled hastily.
Unfortunately, I was not so lucky this time.
With one after another sharp screams.
Let Uncle Vernon's growl suddenly ring out in the silent house.
"Damn owl!"
"Harry you idiot, if you can't control that owl of yours, let it go!"
The outside suddenly lit up, and orange light leaked from the crack of the door.
Heavy footsteps, and Uncle Vernon's yelling kept approaching.
Harry quickly tidied up everything (envelopes, chocolates, and wrapping paper stuffed under the bed), at the last moment he took the sheet and wiped the dark chocolate off his mouth (drank a sip of water to rinse his mouth), and pretended to get up.
Uncle Vernon banged on the unlocked door--when it opened.
Gollum!
Harry was bowing his head and trying to swallow the water quickly.
"You did something good?"
Howling like an angry bull, he charged in.
"what? What?"
Harry was taken aback,—did he find out that he was in touch with his friends?
"We kindly took you in... Is this how you repay us by waking up that owl of yours in the middle of the night?"
"If the neighbors find out we have an owl..."
"But he's bored, he's an owl, born to fly out, if I can get him out at night..."
Even though it was impossible, Harry tried to suggest.
"Do you think I'm a fool? I know what it's like to let an owl out...?"
"You'll bring your eccentric friends here..."
"I'm not going to contact any of my friends..."
Harry promised quickly.
"You can put away those pens and papers..."
"...If Hideaway is kept in a cage, he will definitely make a fuss."
Harry's quick wit made him stumble to find a solution.
At the same time, Hedwig seemed to understand, and at the same time began to hit the birdcage violently——almost shaking to the point of falling.
Seeing this scene, Vernon retreated a little. He really didn't want to let Harry get what he wanted, especially letting the owl out, but this was not an option.
Harry could see how the brains were churning and spinning inside Vernon's head and came to a conclusion.
"is it?"
Uncle Vernon stammered, his whole pie face wrinkled into a ball in the darkness.
——There is actually a play!
Harry quickly lowered his head so that Vernon Dursley could not see the excited expression on his face.
If he saw it, this guy would definitely not agree.
……
At one o'clock in the morning in London, Harry and his uncle Vernon Dursley were playing games in the house at No. 4 Privet Drive.
Let's move the orientation of the map down.
It's three o'clock in the morning here in Egypt.
McGuffin is tossing and turning in the local magic hotel, unable to sleep.
Ron next to him snored a lot and slept soundly.
There is no feeling of insomnia due to being in a strange environment.
Especially the decoration in their room now.
It is filled with various ancient Egyptian-style sculptures, reliefs,... McGuffin has a black glazed cat-shaped sculpture on each side of his bed.
The texture is crystal clear, especially the two almond-sized eyes, which glow green even in the dark.
I don’t know if it’s a custom here, but to McGuffin, this thing seems to be alive, staring at you all the time, very intrusive.
McGuffin and the others booked and rented this place in advance through the [Horror Tour Travel Company] at No. 59 Diagon Alley.
This famous travel company is very peculiar, they have all kinds of dangerous journeys, and they are not responsible for safety, just like that... There are many wizards rushing to sign up every year.
There are many kinds of routes launched, and what are the more famous ones... Take a ghost ship to cross the Bermuda Triangle, visit the vampire castle in Transvasinia, and pursue the "zombie journey of the living dead".
After getting up early tomorrow, Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley will be able to come here to pick them up for a tour.
Mr. Weasley was very embarrassed that McGuffin had paid for the trip.
So after deliberately letting Bill communicate with the local Ministry of Magic, McGuffin's family members (not wizards) can also participate in this trip.
Of course it is safe.
Because there are originally routes that are planned according to the safety of bringing little wizards. Although Muggle family members are rare, there are also this type.
It is said that after Bill took them to visit the "real magical ancient pyramids", Charlie would take them to an oasis in the desert of Egypt to watch the unique local magical animals... what kind of Sharon, jackal, scorpion, etc.
Of course, they can also see those well-known ancient mummy magic guards during this journey.
Having said that, McGuffin always thought that people in the wizarding world had strange aesthetics.
All the magic hotels in the world look like the Leaky Cauldron.
And it must be dark and gloomy, so as to show the style of the magical world—and save costs.
However, when he came to this hotel, McGuffin knew that he had made a big mistake.
Perhaps the only places where the wizard's aesthetics are wrong are the United Kingdom and the United States.
The hotel is called the Amrat Hotel (named after the Shaman Dynasty in ancient Egypt).
Its entire space is as big as three football fields as far as it has been proven.
(It was rebuilt from the ancient buildings left by the ancient Egyptian magic dynasty. According to Mr. Weasley, there are still many places that have not been verified and rebuilt.)
The Amrat Hotel embodies the relationship between the local Ministry of Magic and those Muggles.
Very ancient Egyptian style.
——This hotel is hidden directly hundreds of meters underground.
(In this modern Egyptian society, wizards and Muggles are even more isolated than in American society. Most wizards here use their own family as a faction... Muggle-born wizards are attached to a wizard family that has been passed down from ancient times, so they can learn magic.
Although the International Federation of Magic has condemned it many times, the hatred and isolation between wizards and Muggle society here is simply stronger than that in the United States where the witch trials were carried out. )
Because of this, it is covered by a lot of magic (not only the modern magic that cancels the trace, but also various curses, the ancient Egyptian magic).
But even though it is deep underground, it is full of the refreshing feeling of spring all the year round, without the stuffy feeling of being underground at all.
McGuffin and the others entered the hotel through some kind of underground river hidden in the temple entrance hidden in the desert.
The hotel lobby is exceptionally gorgeous and spacious.
There are nine pillars erected in the hall, on which are carved reliefs of the greatest wizards of the ancient Egyptian dynasty.
They are all made of gold, golden.
As soon as McGuffin and Ron came in, they felt blinded.
Looks like a bumpkin.
Not to mention that in the middle of the hall, there is a passage paved with huge boulders, and there are two long and narrow dark green pools on both sides, and the bottom of the pools is full of cat's-eye-sized emeralds.
Various mummified skeleton guards are depicted on the surrounding walls.
The empty eye sockets turned slightly from time to time, and without Mr. Weasley's prompting, he knew that powerful magic had been cast on them.
Where the hall joins the corridor is a waterfall.
——Jinsha Waterfall.
Under the magic candle light held by the brass sculpture next to it (Hawk-headed Maid), the golden light shines brightly.
The golden sand flowed down slowly, rustling.
converging on the floor in an arm's length 'channel',
The sand flows into the wall along the 'water channel' of the wall, like a magic mechanism.
Every turn, even the junction of the door, is separated by such golden sands.
Most of the wizards who come and go here are tourists from all over the world, and they wear all kinds of strange clothes.
Most of them are families, dragging the little wizards.
It looks very similar to the composition of McGuffin and his party.
The local wizards are easy to distinguish, and they are the ones who are golden and dressed in Lockhart style.
Not to mention the Muggle family of the MacGuffins, even the Weasleys were intimidated by the inhumanity of the Egyptian wizards.
McGuffin understood why Gringotts sent Bill Charlie here to explore the treasures of ancient Egypt.
It's almost possible to rub the ground with your feet, and you can rub out the 'oil'.
——This shit is too embarrassing.
No wonder, by comparison, these Egyptian wizards looked with their nostrils up.
In short, this completely unfamiliar magical and humanistic environment made it impossible for McGuffin to sleep at all.
Of course, there were other reasons that also prevented him from calming down for a long time.
(End of this chapter)
But even if the night sky is full of stars, it is still very difficult to find the trace of an owl in the dark.
What's more, the more Harry looked at the golden moon hanging in the sky, the more it looked like a pizza... covered with burnt yellow cheese.
Fragrant!
Gulong, he swallowed hard.
The 'aroma' permeating the 'pizza' in front of him gradually turned into the smell of ham sausage and barbecue in McGuffin's eyes.
—The barbecue is getting closer.
Harry now had some hallucinations because of hunger.
A strangely shaped black shadow of a grilled chicken is gradually approaching with its wings flapping.
--turkey?
It flew lower and lower and closer until it came to rest on a lamppost on Privet Drive.
A few seconds after that, Harry realized what he had seen.
an owl.
Harry hastily pulled the deadbolt and it flew in through the window.
The cool evening air brushing against his face from outside had jolted Harry's spirits, especially now that his expectations were stretched.
The owl uttered a strange cry, and flapped its wings down on the bed.
It had a large bundle tethered to its leg.
Hedwig, who was trapped in a cage on one side, let out a shriek of dissatisfaction as he watched the same kind come and go freely, and the cage was knocked and rattled.
"Hedway, don't make trouble! Is your master still in confinement?" Harry hurriedly lowered his voice.
He hurried to the bed, unwrapped the package, and threw it under the bed.
Then listen to Uncle Vernon and the others, and be ready to send the owl out of the window at any time (although I am sorry, but now he is in such a situation that he cannot be polite to this hard-working owl)
For several minutes, Harry heard only the snoring of his burly cousin, and heard nothing from the hall stairs.
Harry was relieved now.
He let go of the hand holding the owl's beak.
The gray owl pecked Harry's right hand several times,
It finally stopped being so annoyed when Harry invited it to drink water.
Finally, it took a bite of Harry's dinner today (sour bread), then shook its head a few times in disgust, spat it out, and flew away again.
Harry seemed to see a deep sense of contempt and sympathy in the owl's eyes.
Shaking his head, Harry quickly put the negative thought behind him.
Picked up the package again from under the bed.
He tore off the kraft paper on the outside, and inside the package was a square box with a brown-black outer packaging, and a letter.
All of a sudden, Harry's eyes were focused on the thick leather box.
It's a box of chocolates the size of a notebook.
Gollum!
The saliva almost got stuck in the throat.
Impatiently, Harry tore open the wrapper carefully, but as slowly as possible so that it didn't make any harsh noises.
He took out a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.
Harry had never thought chocolate was so delicious, even dark chocolate with no milky taste, but sugary taste, satisfied him.
A warm current filled his body with a feeling of fullness from his stomach, making him extremely satisfied.
The mood seemed to be cast [Happiness Curse], and soon got better.
Humming softly, he opened Hermione's letter while eating chocolate.
……
Dear Harry:
When I received your letter, I felt very incredible, although I have seen how your uncle and aunt treated you.
But this situation is still unbelievable.
I don't know why Professor Dumbledore keeps insisting you stay in that home...
Ron too, couldn't he ask McGuffin for advice and then call your Uncle Vernon?
I really hope you're okay.
Fortunately, you wrote the letter immediately, otherwise I would have almost called you today.
(However, I won't use my brain like Ron and say that I am your classmate, but now I guess anything I say to your uncle will make him suspicious.)
And... I'm leaving England in two days.
My parents have already booked a plane ticket to France.
We are going on vacation to France. (It just so happens that you wrote the letter immediately, otherwise, it may take two or three days before I can reply to you.)
—I hope that big bar of chocolate can make you feel better.
By the way, I also know that McGuffin sold the magic flying broom.
Also saw that report from the Daily Prophet.
What a fun photo of MacGuffin and the Professor in front of the Burrow! (laugh--)
I hope it doesn't happen to them in reality.
It seems that the conclusion of the agreement is very unfavorable to [Universal Light Wheel] company.
I heard from Ron that McGuffin got a few thousand Galleons in another transaction.
I hope he can make good use of the money to buy more magic books unique to Egypt, preferably related to spells.
(Ron, of course, also wrote to tell me about their trip to Egypt!)
It is said that the magic in ancient Egypt is very interesting, and it is very different from here in Britain and Europe.
Those inverted pyramids where ancient Egyptian wizards lived, those mummies guarding magic, ... and the rune spell of McGuffin didn't it come from somewhere?
It's all so fascinating, I'm so jealous!
However, there is also a lot of interesting magic here in France, especially since they played an important role in the evolution of modern magic in England.
Moreover, the punishment of witches in the medieval Muggle society in France is very different from that in Britain... I plan to revise my thesis on the history of magic in this regard.
After going there, I will integrate the new materials and information collected into my thesis. In order to keep up with the progress of you and McGuffin, this thesis on the history of magic is too sloppy.
Hope to go there and learn some new magical knowledge.
Finally, I hope Hogwarts starts soon... Oh!And...Harry, I already know what to get you for your birthday and I'm sure you'll like it.
— Hermione
Oh, I forgot, Ron said that Percy was head of the Head Boys, and I bet Percy was overjoyed, but Ron didn't seem as happy about it.
and
……
Harry broke a large piece of chocolate into small pieces, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.
He looked at the contents of Hermione's letter, and he was very happy, with a crooked arc on his face.
Finally, drink a few sips of water to moisturize your mouth, and together with the chocolate, it turns into a liquid to fill your empty stomach.
Maybe it was because he couldn't see himself starving and eating cabbage leaves, while Harry was enjoying himself there.
Hedwig began to hit the birdcage vigorously again, making a strange and high-pitched sound.
No stop!
"Be quiet! Hideaway!"
Harry yelled hastily.
Unfortunately, I was not so lucky this time.
With one after another sharp screams.
Let Uncle Vernon's growl suddenly ring out in the silent house.
"Damn owl!"
"Harry you idiot, if you can't control that owl of yours, let it go!"
The outside suddenly lit up, and orange light leaked from the crack of the door.
Heavy footsteps, and Uncle Vernon's yelling kept approaching.
Harry quickly tidied up everything (envelopes, chocolates, and wrapping paper stuffed under the bed), at the last moment he took the sheet and wiped the dark chocolate off his mouth (drank a sip of water to rinse his mouth), and pretended to get up.
Uncle Vernon banged on the unlocked door--when it opened.
Gollum!
Harry was bowing his head and trying to swallow the water quickly.
"You did something good?"
Howling like an angry bull, he charged in.
"what? What?"
Harry was taken aback,—did he find out that he was in touch with his friends?
"We kindly took you in... Is this how you repay us by waking up that owl of yours in the middle of the night?"
"If the neighbors find out we have an owl..."
"But he's bored, he's an owl, born to fly out, if I can get him out at night..."
Even though it was impossible, Harry tried to suggest.
"Do you think I'm a fool? I know what it's like to let an owl out...?"
"You'll bring your eccentric friends here..."
"I'm not going to contact any of my friends..."
Harry promised quickly.
"You can put away those pens and papers..."
"...If Hideaway is kept in a cage, he will definitely make a fuss."
Harry's quick wit made him stumble to find a solution.
At the same time, Hedwig seemed to understand, and at the same time began to hit the birdcage violently——almost shaking to the point of falling.
Seeing this scene, Vernon retreated a little. He really didn't want to let Harry get what he wanted, especially letting the owl out, but this was not an option.
Harry could see how the brains were churning and spinning inside Vernon's head and came to a conclusion.
"is it?"
Uncle Vernon stammered, his whole pie face wrinkled into a ball in the darkness.
——There is actually a play!
Harry quickly lowered his head so that Vernon Dursley could not see the excited expression on his face.
If he saw it, this guy would definitely not agree.
……
At one o'clock in the morning in London, Harry and his uncle Vernon Dursley were playing games in the house at No. 4 Privet Drive.
Let's move the orientation of the map down.
It's three o'clock in the morning here in Egypt.
McGuffin is tossing and turning in the local magic hotel, unable to sleep.
Ron next to him snored a lot and slept soundly.
There is no feeling of insomnia due to being in a strange environment.
Especially the decoration in their room now.
It is filled with various ancient Egyptian-style sculptures, reliefs,... McGuffin has a black glazed cat-shaped sculpture on each side of his bed.
The texture is crystal clear, especially the two almond-sized eyes, which glow green even in the dark.
I don’t know if it’s a custom here, but to McGuffin, this thing seems to be alive, staring at you all the time, very intrusive.
McGuffin and the others booked and rented this place in advance through the [Horror Tour Travel Company] at No. 59 Diagon Alley.
This famous travel company is very peculiar, they have all kinds of dangerous journeys, and they are not responsible for safety, just like that... There are many wizards rushing to sign up every year.
There are many kinds of routes launched, and what are the more famous ones... Take a ghost ship to cross the Bermuda Triangle, visit the vampire castle in Transvasinia, and pursue the "zombie journey of the living dead".
After getting up early tomorrow, Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley will be able to come here to pick them up for a tour.
Mr. Weasley was very embarrassed that McGuffin had paid for the trip.
So after deliberately letting Bill communicate with the local Ministry of Magic, McGuffin's family members (not wizards) can also participate in this trip.
Of course it is safe.
Because there are originally routes that are planned according to the safety of bringing little wizards. Although Muggle family members are rare, there are also this type.
It is said that after Bill took them to visit the "real magical ancient pyramids", Charlie would take them to an oasis in the desert of Egypt to watch the unique local magical animals... what kind of Sharon, jackal, scorpion, etc.
Of course, they can also see those well-known ancient mummy magic guards during this journey.
Having said that, McGuffin always thought that people in the wizarding world had strange aesthetics.
All the magic hotels in the world look like the Leaky Cauldron.
And it must be dark and gloomy, so as to show the style of the magical world—and save costs.
However, when he came to this hotel, McGuffin knew that he had made a big mistake.
Perhaps the only places where the wizard's aesthetics are wrong are the United Kingdom and the United States.
The hotel is called the Amrat Hotel (named after the Shaman Dynasty in ancient Egypt).
Its entire space is as big as three football fields as far as it has been proven.
(It was rebuilt from the ancient buildings left by the ancient Egyptian magic dynasty. According to Mr. Weasley, there are still many places that have not been verified and rebuilt.)
The Amrat Hotel embodies the relationship between the local Ministry of Magic and those Muggles.
Very ancient Egyptian style.
——This hotel is hidden directly hundreds of meters underground.
(In this modern Egyptian society, wizards and Muggles are even more isolated than in American society. Most wizards here use their own family as a faction... Muggle-born wizards are attached to a wizard family that has been passed down from ancient times, so they can learn magic.
Although the International Federation of Magic has condemned it many times, the hatred and isolation between wizards and Muggle society here is simply stronger than that in the United States where the witch trials were carried out. )
Because of this, it is covered by a lot of magic (not only the modern magic that cancels the trace, but also various curses, the ancient Egyptian magic).
But even though it is deep underground, it is full of the refreshing feeling of spring all the year round, without the stuffy feeling of being underground at all.
McGuffin and the others entered the hotel through some kind of underground river hidden in the temple entrance hidden in the desert.
The hotel lobby is exceptionally gorgeous and spacious.
There are nine pillars erected in the hall, on which are carved reliefs of the greatest wizards of the ancient Egyptian dynasty.
They are all made of gold, golden.
As soon as McGuffin and Ron came in, they felt blinded.
Looks like a bumpkin.
Not to mention that in the middle of the hall, there is a passage paved with huge boulders, and there are two long and narrow dark green pools on both sides, and the bottom of the pools is full of cat's-eye-sized emeralds.
Various mummified skeleton guards are depicted on the surrounding walls.
The empty eye sockets turned slightly from time to time, and without Mr. Weasley's prompting, he knew that powerful magic had been cast on them.
Where the hall joins the corridor is a waterfall.
——Jinsha Waterfall.
Under the magic candle light held by the brass sculpture next to it (Hawk-headed Maid), the golden light shines brightly.
The golden sand flowed down slowly, rustling.
converging on the floor in an arm's length 'channel',
The sand flows into the wall along the 'water channel' of the wall, like a magic mechanism.
Every turn, even the junction of the door, is separated by such golden sands.
Most of the wizards who come and go here are tourists from all over the world, and they wear all kinds of strange clothes.
Most of them are families, dragging the little wizards.
It looks very similar to the composition of McGuffin and his party.
The local wizards are easy to distinguish, and they are the ones who are golden and dressed in Lockhart style.
Not to mention the Muggle family of the MacGuffins, even the Weasleys were intimidated by the inhumanity of the Egyptian wizards.
McGuffin understood why Gringotts sent Bill Charlie here to explore the treasures of ancient Egypt.
It's almost possible to rub the ground with your feet, and you can rub out the 'oil'.
——This shit is too embarrassing.
No wonder, by comparison, these Egyptian wizards looked with their nostrils up.
In short, this completely unfamiliar magical and humanistic environment made it impossible for McGuffin to sleep at all.
Of course, there were other reasons that also prevented him from calming down for a long time.
(End of this chapter)
