The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

After a little repair, Bill took Aini to the entrance of the ruins.

It looks ordinary here, just an inconspicuous part of the sand sea.

But when Bill waved his wand, the grains of sand in the center bounced and piled to the sides, revealing the stone gate.

But at this time, the door panel on the left had broken into several pieces and fell into the corridor behind.

Aini stepped forward to take a look, and found that the color of the fracture was quite different from the outer skin.

Tsk tsk, thinking it was written by Lao Futou, I really don't have any sense of archaeology.

But after inspecting another intact door panel, Aini looked at the fragments on the ground in surprise.

Even after thousands of years, the magic circle on the door is still in operation. I may be able to open the door in a clever way, but it is still a bit difficult to destroy it forcibly.

But after the inspection, Aini found that Voldemort only used one spell, and the solid door panel became torn apart.

Even if he is not really resurrected, relying only on Quirrell's not outstanding magic power, he can still exert great power.

Or maybe everyone underestimated the guy who always seemed to be submissive.

"Is this the style of the Sleeping Land of Ancient Egypt?" After passing through the gate, Aini did not dare to move forward rashly, his eyes wandered around curiously, observing the style that he had never seen before.

"No." After replying, Bill immediately explained after seeing Aini's puzzled expression.

"Ancient Egyptian wizards, oh, they were called priests. Of course, every leader is also a powerful wizard. There is no difference in essence, only the names are different."

Bill pointed to a relief on the right, and continued: "They are almost obsessed with pursuing the power of eternal life, and the place where they sleep is the palace that those people created for their own resurrection. But if you look at these words, the function here is mainly to block."

"Block, Styx, blasphemy, soul, isolation, dissipation..." Bill pointed to the hieroglyphs that are still clearly visible after thousands of years, telling the corresponding meaning.

"If you change it to English, it probably means that this place will become a place where the Styx cannot flow, and the souls of the blasphemers will be dispersed in isolation. For the ancient Egyptians, it is the most vicious curse."

"Extensive knowledge. As expected of a high-achieving student who passed all subjects, he is proficient in ancient Egyptian." Aini praised kindly, and his head hurts seeing the paintings on the wall.

"Haha, you forgot, I have been dealing with these things since I graduated. Although those goblins are not flattering, they are very knowledgeable about extinct civilizations."

The compliments from his friends made Bill very happy. He could almost say that he grew up with all kinds of compliments, but some words came from different mouths and gave people completely different feelings.

"Those dwarfs of course like extinct civilizations. 'Archaeology' is one of their favorite things, especially when there is no one who suffers. They just need to share some of the benefits of the local Ministry of Magic." Aini deliberately used the word 'archaeology'. Emphasized the tone.

Bill shrugged. Having worked at Gringotts for a few years, he naturally knew what kind of virtues goblins are, and even he himself worked as a foreign worker most of the time.

Turning on the magic perception to the maximum, Aini instantly entered another perspective.

On the yellow-tone underground palace in front of me, various colors of light emerged, and many places were intertwined and twisted, as if trying to manifest something, but every time they were unable to do so, and re-diverged into a pile of scattered lights. color.

In fact, before the holiday, Aini had faintly noticed a change in his magic perception. After experiencing the phoenix nirvana, this feeling became more and more obvious, and he might break through to the next stage at any time.

But it always missed the door, and it has never been able to break through this layer of window paper.

Aini is not in a hurry about this, he feels that within a month at the latest, he will definitely be able to enter a new level, and everything will just go with the flow.

After all, his 17th birthday was not too long ago, so there's still plenty of time, isn't there?

Looking at the direction of the magic power in the stone room, Aini couldn't help sighing.

Many records have described that there used to be a super-large magic power node in the Giza Highlands, which was the result of the gathering of the essence of the whole of Africa, and it was gorgeous beyond the imagination of modern wizards.

The abundance of magic power also made the civilization here embark on a path of supremacy of theocracy. The king and the priests are high above, and the common people will never have a way out.

The wizard seeds born in Muggles, the extremely talented ones will be absorbed into the temple after passing the inspection, and the rest will be the best ending to become a spirit craftsman.

If there are too many Muggle wizards in a certain year, the priest will declare that year to be a year cursed by the gods, and all children who show potential will be killed on this grounds.

These processes have been repeated for many years before the dark age, and finally they also tasted the bitter fruit they brewed.

After that unclear era, the magic system of ancient Egypt was hit hard, and not long after, the declining civilization also collapsed.

"Judging from the remaining traces, there was a lot of magic power here before. It's really unbelievable that it was a place of execution." Aini sighed a little. Whether it was the distribution of magic power or the scale of the building, it proved that the owner here must be a person. big shot.

"The text on the wall does not record the origin of the owner of the underground palace. When Dumbledore and I arrived last year, the coffin in the main room had disappeared." Bill also felt emotional. Speaking of it, it is the most vicious torture.

"Looking at the records and decoration style, this underground palace was probably built in the 14th century BC, in the late No.18 dynasty of the New Kingdom of ancient Egypt." Bill explained to Aini.

"Ekhenaton? Worship of the sun god?" Hearing this moment, Aini subconsciously thought of the religious reform that Amenhotep IV and he pushed hard.

In the part of Egyptian history restored by the wizarding world, it was this well-known religious reform that completely detonated the inherent hidden dangers of ancient Egypt.

"A keen sense of touch, Dumbledore speculated in the same way. However, judging from the surrounding text, when the master of the underground palace was sent in, the 'brilliant spirit of the sun god' had probably been taken away by his god."

Bill glanced at Aini approvingly, and sure enough, talking to smart people would save a lot of saliva.

Ancient Egyptian shamans believed that names had special powers, so New Kingdom pharaohs used five names.

"Spirit of the Sun God's Radiance" is the name of Amenhotep IV, which is also the free translation of the real name "Ekhnaton".

In addition, he also has the name of the king, the name of Horus, the name of gold Horus and the name of the twin goddesses.

Names are a very important part of ancient Egyptian wizards. They believed that as long as there are people in the world who recite their names, their marks in the world will not disappear.

The creators of the extremely rare name magic are the ancient Egyptians.

Sometimes people can get some records in the process of "archaeology". Although the ancient Egyptian magic system has completely disappeared with the involution, there are still some talented wizards who can gain something from it.

The so-called extraordinary talents naturally include Voldemort in his youth. It was his travels in Egypt that made his name a taboo in England.