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After a long time of commotion, they all calmed down, after all, the huge sandstorm, although it was more surprising, was actually similar to the usual summer rainstorm - besides, this is Hogwarts! Here is Dumbledore!- these two alone can make the young wizards lose all their worries and just treat this sandstorm as an accident that happened to nature.

After a while, several young wizards in the dormitory who had woken up because of the novelty fell into a deep sleep again - except for Allen, who had been thinking.

Needless to say, it was a golden tablet of great power, and judging by its manifestations, it was a completely different power from the vampires - that is, it was supposed to be a treasure stolen by the vampires by forcible looting - and it was most likely from Egypt.

Considering that the vampires fled Europe and that Napoleon attacked Egypt, it is not difficult to conclude that this must have been the trophy of the year - it must have been a magical object that had been circulating in Egypt for a long time.

Then the power of the cards and the power of Shurima's entire hero system can be fully explained - Egypt is the most famous place for wizards' divination, and the tarot cards, which are used by Muggles for divination, were imitated by Egyptian wizards who accidentally leaked magic items.

And if Alan guessed correctly, the original system that slammed the door estimated that he would have the power to give him a hero, but the power from the Wheel Mother War Goddess Sivir and the overly strong power of the slate completely changed this situation.

The card's abilities come from unassimilated tablets, and the ability that the system would probably have given him to the Desert Emperor Azir has been transformed into a power that almost encompasses all the heroes of the Shurima system with the addition of Sivir's abilities - after all, Azir is the Emperor of Shurima, and Sivir is a direct descendant of Azir.

As for the original true owner of the slab, it is likely that the Egyptian wizards and the Muggles were the common leader - the pharaoh.

Alan had read in Uagadou's library the descriptions of the leaders of the ancient wizarding order, who were skilled in the sand, who were skilled in the sand, who raised magical creatures known as scarabs, and each pharaoh had an elaborate scepter, which was the prototype of the oldest wand, and it was only in 382 BC that Ollivander made the first wand in the true sense of the word.

It is likely that the stone was hand-chosen by the Pharaoh during his lifetime, and after his death the High Priest had carved a burial object with the life of the Pharaoh written on it - and, judging by the power of the tablet, the Pharaoh was definitely superbly powerful. Apparently the vampires didn't discover its hidden true abilities, and only used it as a powerful divination item - in fact, it was successful even in this regard, and it was probably responsible for the vampires' raid on the werewolf camp.

But these speculations were of no use to Allen - none of that changed the fact that the slate was lying flat there.

This meant that he had to quickly write down all the power on the tablets in a short period of time, rather than devote most of his time to magic in the wizarding world as he used to - and that the events at the end of last semester had taken up a lot of his free time.

In this way, Alan fell into a deep sleep as he pondered how to use his pitiful time to arrange these things.

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The next morning, Alan was woken up by a surprised roommate who found that Hogwarts had been covered in a thick layer of yellow sand overnight.

This is no less than a surprise for the little wizard as if it were snowing.

Alan also has a tomorrow The reason why the slate was taken down so quickly yesterday - in addition to the system, the Hogwarts defense system has placed a weight on the scales where the slate has fallen.

Hogwarts was suspended today due to the massive attack of the sands - the poor house-elves did not dare to come out to clean when they saw people, nor did they dare to come out to clean up on the tyrannical nights of the sands - and they must not let the little wizards stay in the sand and slow classrooms.

The students were arranged to tidy up the main places that had been destroyed by the yellow sand - Allen and his gang of Hufflepuffs were arranged to tidy up the greenhouse that had been nearly blown over by the wind and sand yesterday.

In fact, quite a few of the cherished herbs had already been injured - the senior Hufflepuffs were tending to Professor Sprout's treasures right now.

The outer greenhouse was run by their second-year students looking after the first-year students - herbs were not so precious here, and Professor Sprout thought it was a good practical lesson for both new and old students.

So Alan had to boredly sort out the wounded herbs in his hands while thinking about it - thankfully, his skillful foundation would allow him to complete the task without having to devote too much attention.

In fact, Alan didn't know why he wasn't in the mood for anything, neither the twins' self-invented sandboarding game nor the daily sneak attacks on Slytherins made him feel better.

It wasn't until the casual conversation between the two Ravenkera that he realized why he was so careless.

The two young wizards jokingly complained that the yellow sand almost wanted to bury Hogwarts.

It was then that Alan realized what he was thinking - the sand was like a funeral for the dead pharaoh.

How powerful was the wizard who was so powerful after death, and how powerful was this yellow sand for him。。。。。。

Wait a minute!

Something suddenly occurred to Allen!

Damn, he cursed. Then, as the others looked at him in astonishment, Alan dipped his head directly into the cold water.

A cool feeling dispelled his unknown sorrow, and a sense of joy and mockery welled up in his heart.

That pharaoh is an old bastard, and he will die and plague for a thousand years, and if it weren't for Allen's own discovery that something is wrong, he may not have lasted long in that negative mood with the help of external forces when he is at his most conscious! Besides, who knows if it will make things more and more uncontrollable after absorbing enough negative emotions?

So, Alan spat at the yellow sand in the surprised eyes of the other little wizards, and then went straight to the library - in order to avoid a huge loss of his pocket and mind, he decided to go to the library first to find a cheap solution.