The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

It was getting late after arriving in Egypt, and with the scheduled meeting tomorrow, Aini simply found a hotel in Cairo to stay.

Taking a sip of the original Egyptian wine, Aini frowned slightly. He was used to drinking the special sap of Silvet, and all other drinks lacked a bit of taste.

Talking is better than nothing, Aini picked up the wine glass again, respected the unspeakable scenery outside the window, and took another sip.

The enchantment he left at No. 4 Privet Drive was not strong, and the damage was small, but it would leave more conspicuous scorched marks on his body, and those marks were extremely difficult to remove in a short time.

Lucius Malfoy?

Don't know what you will do?

To be honest, even if I have a deep impression of the first half of the plot, Aini has no intention of actively changing some of the so-called regrets.

For example, Sirius Black, who didn't have much to do with each other at all, and his style of acting was not the one he liked, he was willing to be decadent and casual in Azkaban.

But even if there are some things that are not beneficial, Aini takes it for granted.

It has nothing to do with individuals, nothing to do with interests, just different camps.

Since, as a wizard, he enjoyed the Yu Ze of his predecessors, he naturally had to put himself in a proper position.

The myths and legends that Aini is familiar with are no longer just illusions.

Consider what the world was like before the Dark Ages.

All kinds of powerful legendary creatures run rampant, middle-level creatures like vampires and werewolves run around like street thugs, and those small and silent things can be seen almost everywhere.

There was a time when even Muggles would beat a ghoul to death with a stick when they saw it.

What now?

Creatures as powerful as giants can only live peacefully in the divided settlements, and vampires and werewolves have long since lost their former glory.

The evil dragon that used to be a disaster has also become a large animal for breeding. If it is fat enough, it will be skinned and boned.

Back then, it was very prosperous, and they would keep captive goblins who enslaved humans, but now they have to rely on burning their bloodlines to exchange for the final dignity.

Did these come from natural evolution?

In the past, how many ancestors survived in the cracks, living in humiliation.

In the past, how many people used blood to expand the living space of the race little by little.

The power of role models is infinite. Ernie can spare the brainless centaurs, but he will not sit back and watch the signs of freedom appear among the house-elves.

Mercy is not for a race that has killed and enslaved human beings, even babies.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Aini got up and walked to the bathroom. Afterwards, he might be stuck in the sand for several days, but today he had to take a good bubble.

A day later, Giza Heights.

"Ani, it's nice to meet you." Knowing that he was coming, Bill had been waiting on the highest sand dune for a long time.

Although the location has been left, the sea of ​​sand is full of magic power, and the location mark is a little vague.

"Haha, of course your invitation is coming. How about it? Did you find anything?" With a smile, he punched Bill, Aini hooked his fingers, and the flying carpet behind him rolled up and rushed into his chest pocket .

"How dare I do it myself." Bill shrugged. The risk of exploring such ancient ruins was at least doubled if no one took care of him. Years of life as a spellbreaker had already taught him what it means to be cautious.

"I didn't expect you to come so soon. This is not in line with the bureaucratic atmosphere in the ministry."

"I didn't report it." Ernie blinked and added, "I came by Muggle transportation."

Bill was dumbfounded, but considering the deeds of the old gentleman in his family, it's not surprising that he acted like this.

Newt Old Stowaway Scamander.

"What you're talking about... Wait, let me think about it, I seem to have heard from my father that it's called... an airplane?"

"That's right, there is a lot of knowledge. Few people in the old family pay attention to the affairs of the Muggle world." Aini said while casting two cleansing spells on himself. sand.

"My father likes Muggle things very much. Last time he got a Muggle car and told us that there is something called an airplane, which can fly people to the sky with wings made of iron." Bill did not doubt his father's words, As far as he knew, wizards used to travel on wooden birds, maybe it would be stronger to replace them with iron ones?

Hearing this, Aini couldn't help laughing. As the "Secrecy Act" has been implemented for a long time, the barrier between wizards and Muggles is getting higher and higher.

Now at least the eyebrows are over. Even a person like Arthur who is interested in Muggles only has half of his head to hold new knowledge.

This knowledge is naturally upside down and not systematic.

Fortunately, the fence is relatively sparse, and immature children can lie on the ground and look at the opposite world through the holes in the branches.

Speaking of Mr. Weasley's car, I don't know if the two brats will drive it around London after teaching Dobby a little.

Without this incident, the Weasley family would have saved a lot of favors.

Shaking his head, Aini stopped thinking about it, he didn't like the style of this ancient family very much.

If it weren't for Bill being a good friend, Aini would prefer to limit his contacts with such a big family to the level of interests and not to talk about friendship.

But no matter what, at least Harry was able to receive letters from his friends normally, and the relationship with his relatives was eased, so this summer probably won't be as difficult as it used to be.

Thinking of this, Aini froze.

letter?

My God, we are so far away, without the owl's ability to find people, the little bird and snake may not be able to find themselves.

"Wait a minute, Bill, I want to make a call first." In a hurry, Aini took out the phone and didn't take out the flying carpet. He took out a Nimbus 2000 from his pocket and flew straight up.

The actual area of ​​the Giza Heights is much larger than that shown on the Muggle map. There are too many ancient ruins hidden here. Even the real ancient city of Memphis is buried here, witnessing a civilization from birth to decline.

Various magical powers interact together, making the hidden area just like Hogwarts, unable to use any technological products.

Therefore, if Aini wants to contact Capet quickly, he must ascend to a certain height, otherwise even if there is a satellite phone, it is just a decoration.

After all, the ruins are all distributed on the surface and underground, and going up is the fastest way to get rid of the interference of magic power.

After more than ten minutes, Aini returned to the ground. He had no choice but to let Capet take care of Lulu for a while.

"What is a phone? A Muggle contact tool?" Bill was a little curious. Today was the first time he heard the word.

"Yes, it's like two mirrors, but it transmits sound instead of images." Aini thought that more than ten years later, except for the lack of touch, mobile phones can allow two people thousands of kilometers apart to communicate face to face. , what should wizards do to avoid being exposed to Muggles?

When everyone is connected through the Internet, when everyone has a mobile camera.

At that time, if they wanted not to be exposed, wizards had no choice but to die and seek the bureau. If the "Secrecy Act" was to be maintained, it would inevitably become more stringent.

In that case, the opponents will surely usher in a carnival.