Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Dawn in Cairo is the darkest hour of the day.

Here, the broken street lamps cast a dim shadow, and the flashes of light do not seem to bring the slightest light and hope.

The heavy night seems to be a deep sea of ​​depression, bringing boundless despair and death to people.

Under the street lamp, the old second-hand Santanari, Neville and Laura after listening to Clark's words were all silent.

Among them, Neville didn't watch the news of the Muggle world, so he didn't know what he meant by these words.

As for Laura, as a high-level intellectual, the British countess, although she focused on antiques, documents and relics, but through her friends and newspaper news, she also knew that a few years ago happened not far from Egypt. That local war.

As far as she knows, in that battle, the multinational force led by the United States achieved a decisive victory only at a small price.

According to her friend, this battle completely changed the traditional combat mode, and also had a decisive impact on the traditional concept of war formed since World War II.

It was modern warfare, it was the power of technology, and humans showed their extraordinary potential for slaughter.

Airdrops, bombing, air dominance, informatization, maneuvering, and precision strikes with long-range firepower, all of which mean that the alternation of world hegemony has been settled, and the empire on which the sun never sets has completely become a thing of the past.

Laura was silent for a long time before she asked, "So, are wizards and ordinary people deeply connected to the world? With such a long history in the United Kingdom, it can't compare to the United States, which was founded more than 200 years ago?"

Neville was dissatisfied when he heard Laura's words, no matter how good his character was.

"Nonsense, we have Dumbledore in the UK, how can American wizards compare to us!"

"Who is Dumbledore?" Laura asked.

"Albus Dumbledore, Merlin First Class, President of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of Wizengamore, is widely regarded as the greatest wizard of our time, and a member of our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. headmaster.

With him, the British wizard is the most powerful wizard in the world. "

Neville looked at Laura with pride in his words.

However, the smart Laura asked a crucial question, "What about the age of this Mr. Dumbledore? Is he very old?"

The smug look on Neville's face suddenly froze.

"Sure enough," Laura continued to ask, "if he dies unfortunately, will there be someone in the British wizarding world who can take his place and resist the powerful American wizards?"

Neville looked at Clark subconsciously, and Laura had already got the answer she wanted.

"So, in your mind, there is no one in the British wizarding world who can shoulder the heavy responsibility, except for that Mr. Dumbledore, right?"

Silence, all Neville could do was silence.

Although he wants to say that Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick of Hogwarts are also very powerful wizards in the UK, but he also knows that these two professors are also not young.

At this moment, a decisive and straightforward sound, as if hard steel was biting together, suddenly sounded.

"I can!"

The two looked at Clark who said this, but Laura's eyes were full of doubts, while Neville's eyes were full of fanatical trust.

Clark looked at the expressions of both of them.

He knew that, judging from his age, that statement was unconvincing.

He also knew that what Laura said was not unfounded.

Although the original story of "Harry Potter" did not describe the future situation of the wizarding world, Harry Potter, the protagonist of destiny, was indeed unable to carry the banner of Dumbledore.

As a savior, Harry Potter is actually more like a Noble Phantasm against Voldemort. He is just using the power of fate to destroy the evil Voldemort, not like those fantasy, with absolute strength, all the way to crush the past. .

So throughout the whole film, Dumbledore may be the ceiling of strength in the British wizarding world.

If the line of sight is only focused on the small society of the British wizarding community, this situation is not a big problem.

After all, the evil masters have been eliminated, and the British magic world has ushered in long-term peace.

However, if you broaden your horizons, you can find that with the fall of Dumbledore, the mainstay of the British wizarding world, the status of the wizarding world in the extraordinary world has plummeted.

The most powerful wizard in the wizarding world has passed away, the chairmanship of the International Federation of Magicians is gone, and the chief wizard of Wizengamore has been replaced by someone else.

Decades of continuous struggle between good and evil have neither promoted the progress of magic nor trained a group of powerful wizards.

The entire British wizarding world was severely damaged, and countless young and excellent witches and wizards died in the hands of their own people.

In this case, the rise of American wizards seems to be inevitable.

Clark's mood suddenly became a little heavier. Perhaps, along with his strength, one day, the enemy who stood in his way to becoming a **** will also become a certain country from a specific person.

"The rise of wizards in the United States is indeed a general trend, but I am equally confident that Dumbledore can suppress the entire wizarding world, and I, Clark, can do the same in the future!"

Clark was speaking to Laura and Neville as well as to himself.

The road to becoming a **** is not smooth sailing. Without firm belief and the courage to give up, how could it be possible to succeed?

However, Laura's words sounded like wild words from a child.

"Just you? As soon as you heard that the Americans got the information left by the former deputy curator, you chose to give up. How dare you say that you will resist American wizards in the future?"

Laura raised her plump lips, as if mocking his self-control. Neville was about to retort when Clark stopped him, "Who said I gave up?"

"You didn't give up?" Laura frowned. "Without the information left by the former deputy curator, where do we go to confirm the location of Hamna Tower?"

Clark didn't sell anything this time and said directly.

"As the saying goes, the one who knows you best is often your enemy.

Since we can find the antidote in the places where the poisonous snakes are haunted, we can also get their traces from the enemies of the mausoleum guards.

As an organization that has been around for thousands of years, do you believe they have no rivals? "

When Laura heard this, her thoughts suddenly opened, "Yes, the duty of those tomb keepers is to protect the tomb of the pharaoh. Since it is protection, there must be tomb robbers who want to break through the protection..."

"No, are we going to seek help from those tomb robbers? We are going to archaeology, not thieves!"

Clark looked at Laura, who was suffering from Bai Zuo's illness, and was almost speechless.

Sister, what is the difference between your so-called archaeology and tomb robbery. Our British Empire plundered the ruins of other countries... No, is there not enough archaeology?

Of course, Clark wouldn't say this, he could only try to convince her.

"Please, even if we don't go, won't those American wizards be robbing tombs? When we stop those Americans, we are protecting cultural relics!"

The struggling expression on Laura's face disappeared in a flash, and in the end, she convinced herself on the grounds that her and others' excavations could better protect those cultural relics.

"Okay, then where do we find the enemies of the mausoleum guards?"

Clark didn't answer her question this time, just looked out the window.

"Let's talk about this next time. It's almost dawn. Let's go back first. You also make a phone call and ask Ms. Evelyn if she has contacted the enemies of the mausoleum guards during her adventure."

Laura nodded, but when they parted, she asked again, "How did those Americans know about this?"

Clark knew what she was suspicious of, so he said directly: "Only me and my two friends know about this, and we definitely didn't reveal it."

"That's not me either!" said Laura.

Clark pondered for a while and guessed, "Then there are only two cases."

"Or, they were lucky and happened to find it in the museum after hearing the news that Hamnata was about to be born."

This reason could not satisfy Laura, "How can there be such a coincidence in the world, what about the second case?"

"The second situation is also the most likely. Didn't you say that O'Connor, who brought your mentor, Ms. Evelyn, into Hamnata, has an American comrade-in-arms.

Perhaps, the one who escaped from Hamna Tower was not only your mentor? "

Laura nodded, and that was all that was left now.

The next few days were uneventful and fulfilling.

On Clark's side, he and the Weasleys were still hanging out with the Weasleys in various tourist attractions in Cairo, as if the secretly sneaking into the museum that night did not happen.

As for Laura, she finally got some useful news after making a cross-ocean call to ask about Evelyn's mentor.

"My tutor said that when she came back from Hamnatha, a group of men in black did break into the museum where she worked.

If the deputy director of the museum used ancient Egyptian magic, and a group of mausoleum guards came to support her, she would have been kidnapped by those people. "

On the crowded streets of Cairo, Clark led Neville and Hermione to sit under the umbrellas of the tea stand, drinking iced white sugarcane juice.

Because of Egypt's unique water quality and soil, the white sugarcane produced here tastes very good, and the sugarcane juice squeezed is sweet but not greasy.

Opposite the three, Laura held a glass of roselle water and told them the news she got from Evelyn's mentor.

"So she only knew that the Mausoleum Keeper tribe had enemies, but she didn't have contact with these people, did she?"

Laura nodded.

"And what about the American guide who might have survived? Does your guide still have any impressions?"

Laura smiled bitterly, "It's been so many years, how can my mentor still remember it clearly, she only knows that the person seems to be called John."

"That said, there are still no useful clues." Hermione interjected.

Hearing this, Laura turned her head to look at Clark, "Yes, so last time you said you were going to find the enemy of the mausoleum guardian, what method did you use?"

Clark drank the little sugarcane juice left in the glass in one gulp, and then said, "As the saying goes, snakes have their way, and rats have their way. When you go out and encounter a problem, you must first find the right person."

He stood up and began to lead a few people across the street, talking while walking.

"It's as if we were in danger here and the first thought was to contact the local British embassy.

The enemies of the mausoleum guards who we want to find are a group of tomb robbers. Naturally, we also need to find those antique dealers in Cairo who specialize in selling black goods. "

Under his leadership, everyone went all the way north, and soon, they came to the vicinity of the famous Al-Azhar Park.

"So where are we going?" After walking for so long, even Laura, who was in excellent physique, had beads of sweat on her forehead.

Clark stood in the scorching sun, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, where between Al-Azhar Park and Mt. Mugai Tam, stretched a low and dilapidated gray building complex.

He pointed out, "There, there is our destination."

In Cairo, the wealthy settled either in the city of Nares, next to the airport, or on the island of Tomaq in the heart of the Nile.

There are evergreen trees and a bustling scene.

And the poor, the real poor, can't even afford to live in the dilapidated and unfinished buildings in the center of Cairo, they can only live in the city of the dead!

It's like a Brazilian slum, New York's Hell's Kitchen.

This is the dirtiest part of Egypt, the shadow of Cairo's sun, a forbidden place, the darkest and most chaotic microcosm of the city.

Cairo City of the Dead - This is not an exaggerated rhetoric, but a real, city of the dead.

Although modern Egyptians are of Arab race, their long-term immigrant life also made them inevitably influenced by ancient Egyptian religion.

Like the ancient Egyptians, they have a tradition of doing things like death.

The dead are still living in the underworld as before, and those cemeteries are also the beginning of life.

Therefore, the ancient Egyptians created the pyramids, and the modern Egyptians also buried the dead in the underground tombs. At the same time, they built magnificent buildings on top of the tombs, like the residence of the living.

So as the most famous cemetery group in Cairo, the capital of Egypt, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com As early as the 14th century, wealthy families in Cairo began to build cemeteries here.

In this six square kilometers of land, it is unknown how many Egyptians are buried, and some tombs can even be traced back hundreds of years.

Of course, this is just a custom. Those wealthy families do not really live here. They will hire professional gravekeepers to live in these buildings to keep the dead and protect the grave goods.

But there is no family president that is prosperous, so uninvited homeless people live in it, living together with the tomb guards.

This is the city of the dead in Cairo!

This is the charm of Cairo, a metropolis where civilization and ignorance, modernity and backwardness, fashion and simplicity, noble and humble coexist.

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