I, Hogwarts Second Week

Hermione walked over and took the letter from Mr. Tully.

I looked down and saw that it was an invitation.

At this time, Nefil's father, Mr. Tully, explained, "Because it's summer vacation, some of Neifer's classmates are also coming together. You can also get together with them. Although the magic school in Egypt is not as good as Hogwarts, It’s famous, but it’s also unique.”

"Well, I will arrive on time." Hermione said solemnly, and then Nefil's father nodded to the two little wizards and turned to leave.

After closing the door, Owen turned around and looked at Hermione, who was opening the invitation, and couldn't help but feel joking in his heart.

"Miss Granger," he said leisurely, "you are now so charming that people miss you day and night, even for food and tea."

"I didn't do anything, okay." Hermione continued to emphasize that she had said this many times.

But she really didn't do anything.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as he was about to continue joking with Granger, there was another knock on the door.

"Damn - what happened this morning? Did everyone get up so early?" Owen opened the door again angrily.

"Are you okay?" The person coming was Bill.

He looked nervously at Owen who opened the door, and Hermione behind him.

"I heard that you were attacked yesterday?"

"Where did you hear that?" Owen breathed a sigh of relief and then asked calmly.

"I have been in Egypt for so many years, and I still have some friends in the Ministry of Magic." Bill said very seriously, "That guy is an expert in ancient history, and he especially likes to study ancient magic props. I have some friendship with him.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore.

Has the Ministry of Magic never looked for you from the beginning to the end? "

"Yes." Hermione walked over and nodded.

"Sure enough!" Bill's brows squeezed together.

"That guy told me a lot in a roundabout way. In short - you'd better leave Egypt right now." He continued seriously, "Don't take Muggle transportation, and don't. Forget it, leave this matter to me. Come on, you just stay in your room and don’t go anywhere today, I’ll figure out how to get back to England, I know some routes.”

"What happened?" For no reason, a sense of impending crisis filled Hermione's heart.

This made her nervous involuntarily.

"It's scary because we still don't know what happened." Bill frowned and said, "I always feel that something dangerous is brewing. The Ministry of Magic is definitely not involved! All we can do now is let you Leave Egypt first, and I will go to the Ministry of Magic to get some information and find out what happened."

"Aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?" Owen said angrily. All these Gryffindors are like this, rough and rough.

"Since there are so many dangers, why don't you hurry up and write a letter to convince people? Write to Dumbledore and the Federation and ask them to send people to Egypt! What else are you investigating? When did you lose your life to investigate?"

"Is this necessary?" Bill rubbed his temples, his face tense. "After all, they haven't taken action yet. It's not easy for the Federation to intervene. Write a letter to Dumbledore - you don't know how busy he is recently. He is in Sweden. He proposed a series of reform measures, and those bold measures caused a huge backlash. The Ministry of Magic of various countries is now somewhat hostile to him.

There are rumors that certain countries are preparing to jointly remove him from the position of president.

Brussels has great opinions on wizards, because so far, the Federation and the Ministry of Magic of various countries have not reached a post-disaster reconstruction responsibility plan with Muggles, nor have they provided help to Muggles.

A few days ago, the Pope of the Vatican visited Brussels. All evidence showed that the Muggles seemed to want to use the church to launch a witch hunt again.

Anyway - Dumbledore is busy. All you need to do is leave Egypt. For other things, don't bother the principal. "

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Bill talked a lot.

The two little wizards were stunned when they heard this.

They didn't know until the world had changed forever.

Especially Owen, he just woke up yesterday!

He was silent for a moment, frowned and then said, "Don't worry, no one can drive away Dumbledore. The Federation now... um... it's not the Ministry of Magic of each country that has the final say. You just need to understand this. As for the Muggles , the wizard totally deserves it.

As for visiting the Pope, I probably just want to ask if the church has any means to deal with wizards. After all, not having a sword in your hand is not the same thing as having a sword and not using it. In short - the situation has not deteriorated enough to break out into a war.

We are about to enter the 21st century. Do you think this is still the time when a few lords in the Middle Ages can decide to launch a holy war by patting their heads? We cannot afford war, and they cannot afford it. But a cold war is possible. "

Owen rubbed his chin, "Forget it, you don't have to worry about Egypt. I have ten thousand ways to leave Egypt. I have the door key with me."

"As for what conspiracy the Egyptian Ministry of Magic is brewing - isn't it Master Mei? Don't worry, nothing will happen to us."

"Oh - I forgot that Mr. Merlin is here." Bill suddenly relaxed. After he got the news yesterday, he had been thinking about the wizard's voiceover. After realizing the danger, he rushed here early in the morning, forgetting that Merlin existed.

"Okay - then you still have to be careful to prevent them from sneak attacks or poisoning and curses, or other despicable methods. I will go back to Europe first and try to contact the Federation to see if they can send more manpower here. "After that, the anxious Bill turned around and left here.

There was no sloppy move at all.

Watching his retreating figure, Owen didn't close the door in a hurry this time.

Because there will definitely be someone knocking on the door.

Too lazy to get up and open the door again.

"Owen and us." Hermione held the letter sent by Nefil's father with worry in her eyes.

"I really didn't expect that such a major thing has happened outside."

She was not worried about herself, Hermione was worried because she heard Bill tell about recent events in the wizarding world. She was worried about the unfriendly relationship between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

It's hard for others to understand, whether it's Ron, Harry or Owen.

They have nothing to miss in the Muggle world.

But she is different, she still has parents - if there is friction between the two worlds, or even war.

This would put her in a rather awkward position.

"Don't worry, it won't be to that extent." Owen comforted. He could naturally guess Hermione's worries, but that was impossible unless everyone said goodbye to IQ together.

"Okay, actually I think so too." Hermione opened the invitation in her hand.

In modern society, it is impossible to think of another witch hunt.

"It's in Cairo."

There is a badge printed on the parchment, and the whole badge looks like a lotus flower.

The main body is a golden eagle. The eagle's eyes are inlaid with two bright gems, and its feathers are finely carved. Below the eagle, there is a scarab, with a string of Arabic engraved on its back. Hermione couldn't understand the rugged and euphemistic words, but she thought it should be a family motto.

The Tully family to which Nefer belongs is probably a famous pure-blood family in Egypt.

Combined with the ancient history of Egypt, Hermione has reason to believe that this family may have experienced hundreds or even thousands of years.

The letter itself did not convey much complicated information. It just requested them to go to the banquet at about 11 o'clock in the morning and stated the address.

"Ara - you two got up really early."

really.

As Owen expected, the man who knocked on the door appeared.

But luckily he didn't close the door this time.

"I think you won't be able to get up until noon." The man's purple eyes looked up and down at everything in the room, including the bed and the two of them.

Uh-huh - there was no such thing as the bed tilting, clothes scattered, or blankets falling to the floor.

"We're going to a party." Owen ignored Merlin's strange, suppressed smile. Instead, they stated their purpose directly.

"Let's go then." Merlin said lazily, "Since it's a banquet, there must be all kinds of delicious food!"

"Ah - people really live for these beautiful things."

"Aren't you worried?" Owen asked in surprise.

"What are you worried about?" Merlin blinked and said, "It would be too cold to refuse a dinner invitation."

"Okay." With these words, Owen had no worries at all.

Bring this guy along, what else does he have to fear?

Take a moment to prepare.

During this free time, Owen wrote several letters.

Mainly to report peace.

After all, many people knew he was missing.

I just woke up yesterday and have no free time. Now of course I have to write a letter to a few friends and professors.

Owen even wrote an original letter to his grandmother.

I don't know how she would feel when she saw that she was not dead.

It will probably be bad.

After a few days of happiness, it will come to an abrupt end.

After spending some time getting through seven or eight letters, the three of them left the hotel.

Go to the Owl Post Office to send a letter.

After playing for a while, around ten o'clock, they set off towards the destination mentioned in the letter.

The location is quite easy to find.

After several people found the Nile River that ran through the north and south of the city, they walked along the river and soon discovered a huge sphinx.

The stone wall on the belly of the statue only needs to be tapped lightly with a wand to turn it into a virtual image, and then the wizard can pass through it as easily as he passed through platform nine and three-quarters.

"Ho! Here's a rich family."

A huge courtyard appeared in front of his suddenly clear sight.

Located on the banks of the Nile, a magnificent ancient Egyptian-style villa.

It is built of huge stones, has a solemn and mysterious appearance, and exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

On both sides of the gate stand tall stone guardian angels, two golden eagles. They look into the distance and seem to be guarding the peace of the palace.

Walking along the stone-paved path, the first thing you see is a spacious courtyard. There is a fountain in the center of the courtyard, with water splashing everywhere and accompanied by the pleasant sound of water. The surrounding pillars are carved with exquisite patterns, and every detail shows the unique charm of ancient Egyptian art.

A huge flower stand was erected in the courtyard.

Above the grass and flowers are open-air tables and chairs filled with a variety of food and drinks.

There were many little wizards coming and going, they were dressed in decent attire, changing cups and cups, and they were full of aristocratic social style.

As soon as the three people appeared, everyone noticed them.

Then countless pairs of eyes fell on a few people in confusion.

Most of them were looks of disdain and contempt.

"Uh-" Hermione felt a little embarrassed. She wasn't anxious because of some looks, not to mention that most of the people in front of her were young wizards of fifteen or sixteen years old. She was a little embarrassed because she was there. She and Owen were wearing ordinary clothes. Although Archmage Mei was dressed strangely, they were actually the court clothes of the ancient Camelot dynasty, which had a sense of stability.

As for her and Irving, they wore short sleeves and shorts - compared to the dresses in front of them

It felt like they came from the countryside.

"I thought it was just a simple class reunion, where a few good friends got together." Hermione leaned next to Owen and murmured quietly.

"Humph - it's a class reunion, but it's not that simple." Owen was completely indifferent. They even think the other person is ridiculous.

A group of hairless guys still imitate those lonely nobles to engage in such social activities. From this, it can be seen that there must be too little homework in the Egyptian magic school. Only then can these guys be free to do these things.

Damn—it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t written a single word of his homework.

"Who are you? This is private property and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

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A young man with a stern face came over. Wearing a black slim-fitting suit, there is a unique rose in the breast pocket.

Her black hair was neatly combed back, and she looked at them with contempt.

"What are you talking about?" Owen, who didn't understand Arabic at all, turned around subconsciously and looked for Master Mei. As an old guy who has lived for more than a thousand years, he must know Arabic.

Then Owen suddenly discovered that Merlin, who was originally behind him, had disappeared.

Looking up, he spotted the figure next to the dining table.

"Tch, they're three British guys." At this time, someone among the wizards at the party said, "They are probably tourists who broke in accidentally. Look at the one over there. He looks like he was reincarnated as a starving ghost. He is probably already outside. Been hanging around for a long time.”

The little ghosts avoided the legendary wizard who was tasting the delicious food like the plague.

"Every year these nasty people do all kinds of scandals. It's really annoying. Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic just ban them from entering the country?"

"Because we still have to make money from them. That's all they can do. Haha."

Several people in the crowd laughed.

At the same time, the wizard standing in front of Owen also showed a sarcastic look.