Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Egypt, in a humble old apartment on the outskirts of Cairo, the bedroom lights are still on even though it is late at night.

A middle-aged, fat man with a big belly was sitting at the desk writing furiously.

Under the dim light, lines of exquisite nonsense were written on the parchment. In the small room, the only sound was the scratching sound of the quill tip scratching on the parchment and the man's heavy breathing.

Obviously, writing a bunch of formalistic reports overnight is a very unpleasant thing.

After writing an application full of nonsense, the man slammed the table hard.

"The organization's reimbursement process is becoming more and more clumsy! Expenses above thirty galleons require the signature of a constellation-level boss - if you don't want to be reimbursed, just say so! Expenses below thirty galleons do not require the signature of the constellation. But you have to go with the supplier on the organization’s trust list, and those who are still trying to do it have to find two or more suppliers to compare prices. That Virgo guy is really a scumbag!”

The man was full of resentment and kept cursing in a low voice: "What's so great about that Virgo guy? If I had her family background, I would have understood the realm long ago..."

"Every day, in addition to health inspections, there are health inspections. Only those who are not serious will pay close attention to health every day. In a few days, we will have to welcome that damn bitch to come here for inspection, which will delay production for several days. Formalism Even the tools in the drawer must be labeled and positioned, and the quantity list must be written! Haha, can you please stop giving us trouble?! I have to work overtime again when she comes - this year's Christmas holiday will be used to work overtime !Gan!!!”

"Changes are made over and over again, and in the end the pressure is put on the people below, huh! If an organization starts to strictly inspect hygiene and tidiness, it will be doomed. Oh my god, no matter who it is, take this stinky bitch away quickly. Come on!" The man complained as he stuffed the application form titled "Parchment Purchase Application" into the pile of documents in the drawer.

After venting, he felt better. After stretching, he leaned heavily on the old office chair, which made a very harsh "squeak" sound.

The man picked up the wand and pointed at the coffee pot not far away. The coffee pot began to emit steam, and soon a cup of foamy coffee was brewed.

The small cup filled with coffee fluttered onto the man's table. The man did not rush to enjoy the coffee, but rubbed a ring on his index finger.

There is no decoration on the ivory white ring. At first glance, it looks like a very ordinary ring. But if you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that the ring is actually made of bone.

"Everything I have is pinned on you." The man stared at his ring and said to himself.

If he could fuse with the divine skeleton, he could escape from this abominable quagmire and become a true high-ranking member of the Secret Order. In the future, if you understand the realm like a Capricorn, you can give that crazy Virgo a lesson and have to press her on the bed and rub her.

It can be seen that the man is extremely resentful towards his immediate superior, Vigo.

Tick ​​tock!

Just when he was looking at his ring, a drop of water suddenly dripped on his neck, making him jump.

The man raised his head in shock, and then discovered that there were dense drops of water seeping out of the ceiling.

"Am I mistaken, this is Egypt -" the man complained subconsciously, and then suddenly realized something was wrong: an eye could be vaguely seen in every drop of water on the ceiling!

man:! ! !

He subconsciously picked up the easiest thing at hand - a coffee cup filled with coffee - and threw it towards the ceiling.

The coffee cup exploded and shattered into pieces all over the room. The coffee spilled onto the roof, leaving a large patch of dirt on it.

The man slumped back on the office chair, holding his wand tightly with one hand, and subconsciously pinched the divine skeleton ring on his index finger with his thumb of the other hand.

After the coffee was spilled, the whole room was filled with the aroma of coffee. The man was breathing heavily, staring straight at the ceiling, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

But the water droplets that covered his eyes disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

man:……

Did you stay up too late and hallucinate? There are also records in the organization that if you are exposed to the divine skeleton for too long, there is indeed a chance of hallucinations.

According to the rules of the Esoteric Order, you should take off the divine skeleton ring on your finger at this time, then close your eyes and meditate, and you cannot observe the divine skeleton again for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours, but...

The man remembered what Senior Capricorn once said to him: The best time to try to fuse the divine body when hallucinations occur. Although it is extremely dangerous, after all, wealth can be gained through danger.

The man made a decision. He took off the ring, held it tightly in his hand, and began to try to fuse with it.

As time passed, the aroma of coffee in the room gradually faded, and the man slowly regained his composure.

The water droplets and eyes in the water droplets that had just appeared out of thin air on the ceiling seemed to be his hallucinations.

When trying to fuse with the divine skeleton, the man himself didn't notice at all that nearly a hundred eye-sized sweat beads appeared on his body.

A few hours later, when a flash of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, the man opened his eyes unwillingly: he failed to successfully fuse the divine skeleton.

"I'm so thirsty." The man who woke up felt his mouth was dry. The man didn't take it seriously. It was like this after spending the night in the desert. After getting up early, he seemed to be dehydrated.

He picked up the water glass and drank the water in it.

But this amount of water did not satisfy his needs at all. He was still extremely thirsty, as if all the water in his body had been lost.

The man drank all the drinks he could see in the room, but the dryness in his mouth did not get any relief. He stood up, walked to the kitchen, and turned on the faucet, but the pipe seemed to be blocked and not a drop of water came out.

The disappointed man decided to go to the secret order branch headed by his son, where there was an ample supply of water.

He lit the fireplace and threw a handful of floo powder into it. The green fire flashed and the man disappeared.

After walking out of the branch's fireplace, the man couldn't wait to walk towards the branch's storage room. He knew that those bastards had hidden a lot of wine in the storage room, and now it was time to put them to use.

"Boss?!" A voice filled with horror sounded. The man looked back impatiently and found that it was one of his subordinates. He waved his hand impatiently, asking his subordinates not to disturb him while he was drinking.

But his subordinates had no intention of leaving. His eyes were full of fear: the organizational cadre standing in front of him had turned into a mobile mummy!

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The first update is here. The second update will have to wait for a while. I will try my best to write it down today.

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