Son-in-law of the Hibiscus family at Hogwarts

After repairing all night, although someone suggested that they want to have a party, Hussein refused.In his opinion, as long as Immorton is not completely eliminated, it will never be time to revel.

The people guarding the tomb had no choice but to temporarily give up the idea in disappointment.

Weston doesn't care about this. For him, it's enough to have enough money. He is not short of money now, and no amount of wealth is as practical as the two magic books he got.

The group of people rested for the night with different thoughts. Except for Weston, most of them were so excited that they didn't get much sleep all night.Early the next morning, a large group of "pandas" appeared.

"I said, are you concerned?" Weston looked at the thick dark circles on Hussein's face and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

"Cough, cough!" Hussein's face turned red and he coughed a few times.

Weston shook his head and stopped joking.He knew how poor Hussein and the others were, they couldn't even afford a magic wand, and the laws and precepts were all handed down from their ancestors, so you can imagine what the conditions were like!

"Well, let's go in now!" Hussein smiled and forcibly changed the subject.

"You don't want to eat?" Weston asked.

"I'm not hungry..." Hussein just said this, but there was a rumble in his stomach.

Okay, it’s done!Hussein's old face turned even redder, and after saying "I'll get some dry food," he ran away, making Weston shake his head.

However, it is impossible to eat dry food without eating dry food.Weston moved his box over, pointed his fingers into it, and a steaming tomato and beef brisket rice bowl floated out.

Thermostat Magic is such a good thing!Weston thought while eating, and from time to time he would take a sip of the wine from his own manor. This was brewed by Mr. Delacour himself, and it tasted quite good.

Hussein originally brought a piece of dried meat, but when he saw this scene, his face turned dark again.

"What's wrong?" Weston looked at him questioningly and took another sip of wine.

Looking at the dried meat in his hand and then at the fragrant rice in Weston's hand, Hussein said nothing and pointed to the rice in Weston's hand: "I want it too!"

Seeing Hussein's eyes almost popping out of his head, Weston decided not to say anything nonsense. He picked it up with his finger, and a piece of Turkish barbecue rice fluttered towards Hussein.

"Wine!" Hussein spit out another word after receiving the meal.

Go ahead, this is embarrassing!Weston rolled his eyes and reluctantly took out another bottle of sugar cane wine and threw it to him.

Hussein nodded with satisfaction and began to eat.

After eating and drinking, drinking some tea, and resting for a while, Weston took Hussein into Hamna Tower again without taking anyone else with him.

Yesterday, they had already picked up all the valuable things in Hamna Tower, so the two of them stopped wandering around and went directly to the room where the statue of Anubis was - where the sarcophagus was placed.

"Wait a minute, something's not right!" Weston suddenly felt palpitated and hurriedly stopped Hussein.

"What's wrong?" Hussein asked.

"I suddenly feel in danger!" Weston said briefly, and then began to observe carefully.

When Hussein heard what Weston said, he began to take it seriously.Wizards' perceptions are often very accurate. The stronger the person, the more obvious their perceptions are.Chacha Weston is a rare strong man.

Both of them calmed down and observed their surroundings carefully.

Um?No movement?Weston saw nothing amiss.

Hussein looked around and saw nothing wrong, so he couldn't help but ask: "Do you feel wrong?"

Wrong?Weston also wondered if he was overthinking it.However, the sense of danger is getting stronger and stronger!

wrong!There is definitely danger!Weston drew his wand and looked around again.

There is no problem around, could it be said...

Weston's eyes suddenly widened, he waved his wand and shouted: "Animagus".

With a "stab" sound, the back of Weston's robe was broken into two pieces, and two pairs of black wings stretched out.

Weston lifted the collar on the back of Hussein's neck, flapped his wings, and flew into the air.

The moment Weston's feet just left the ground, several half-palm-sized black dung beetle-like insects suddenly emerged from the ground, exactly where the two of them were standing.

"Damn, this is a scarab!" Hussein saw the appearance of the insect, and couldn't help but completely divert his attention from the changes just now, and his face was completely livid.

Weston looked at these scarabs and exhaled quietly. Fortunately, he escaped in time and there were not many of them.

"Fire is raging!" Wismer cast such a spell, a ray of orange-red light flew directly from the tip of the staff to the middle of several scarabs, and raging fire spread instantly.

"Squeaks-" The sage beetle screamed miserably for a while, and was burned into ashes, and the fragrant meat was filled in the air.

"Man, it should be okay! Is it time to let me go?" Hussein twisted his body and asked Weston awkwardly.

Weston did not speak, frowning, his sharp gaze lingering. The sense of crisis did not disappear with the disappearance of these scarabs, but became more intense.

However, carrying him like this is really not an option!Weston thought for a moment, then waved his wand against the wall, and a stone slab slowly stretched out vertically from the wall.

Weston flapped his wings and flew directly over, placing Hussein on top.

"You stay here first, don't move! The matter is far from over!" Weston reminded.

Hussein was about to say something when he suddenly felt like he heard some strange noise, like a sudden sound like water flowing, mixed with the sound of rubbing the ground.

"Did you hear that? There seems to be water coming!" Hussein asked subconsciously.

"Water flow?" Weston sneered. For some reason, when he entered the Animagus state, he felt indifferent to everything.

"Isn't it?" Hussein asked puzzledly.

Weston did not explain, but turned a few stones into luminous pearls, illuminating this part of the corridor, and then said calmly, "Take a good look! What is that!"

Hussein took a closer look and almost cursed - those were swarms of scarabs!

"There are so many damn things?" Hussein gasped and couldn't help but aim his magic ring at the approaching insect tide.

Weston flew in mid-air with his arms folded, his wings gently fluttering, and he looked indifferently at the rush of insects, a cold light flashing in his eyes!

It seemed like - blasphemed anger...