Although archaeology can theoretically make an indelible contribution to cultural inheritance, there is no doubt that the owner of a tomb would not be willing to be invited out of the ground again, whether it is a Muggle or a wizard.

So, the moment Eren stepped into the real tomb from the room of worship, they were attacked - the hollow-looking house was not a completely safe save point, on the contrary, it was the most despicable trap.

Magic is traceable - this is difficult for ordinary wizards to find, but the stronger the wizard will study it more deeply, Dumbledore can find out the weak points of the magic circle of Voldemort's guardian Horcruxes from the future, although the level of wizards present is not so high, but there is no doubt that they can still find something wrong.

Therefore, in this room, instead of using magic traps, they used the mechanisms of the Muggle world, and when Alan and his party cautiously walked to the middle of the room, with the sound of stone bricks being stepped on, dozens of unknown liquids immediately sprayed towards Allen.

If it were a group of ordinary tomb robbers, I'm afraid these liquids would be a must-hit - however, although there were passers-by and three wizards in their team, Allen, they were all really good at it, and just when the liquid was just halfway over, with the wave of a wizard's wand, the liquid immediately lost its momentum and fell to the ground.

It all happened very quickly, so it was too late for Alan to put it away before it was all shouted out - of course, it had to do with the fact that it was too late for Alan to think something was wrong.

How could an elaborate trap against a wizard be so simple?

Waving a wand to expel the liquid or something is an instinctive act for a wizard with the strength to invade - so, there must be something wrong with this liquid. And this no longer needs to be explained, because when the unidentified liquid spilled on the ground, a rustling sound was already heard from underground.

Whatever the movement was made, it was a pretty bad sign - so Alan didn't even look back and grabbed the fox and started running.

What? Turn your head and that thing hard anus?

It's a good choice – you'll be careful if someone stabs you in the back.

Among the five people of Allen, Allen doesn't know anyone, and except for him, they are all old foxes who are almost three digits in age, and they are currently engaged in this kind of business of digging people's graves - it is better to expect the other party to save a life and worship than to believe that the sow will come to the tree, at least the latter is still possible with the help of magic.

Originally, everyone was very nervous to form a small team to explore, but what if you were so strong that you snatched their share by shaking your wand when you were dividing things? For the sake of everyone, they would definitely kill you in the next trap - there was no doubt about that, and the foxes they were familiar with didn't dare to trust the discipline of those people too much, how could Alan believe it?

Now this situation is right to run - it's just convenient to try the strength of other people, if the other party doesn't even have the strength to run, then I'm sorry, when the time comes, there will be one less person to divide things - even this bit of self-knowledge, Alan will not be responsible for their lives, when this is an outing?

Obviously, everyone thinks so - after all, everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what are you playing with me and chatting?

Actually, things are a little more excessive, the three of them actually quickly exchanged glances and planned to run together - according to their thoughts, although the guy brought by the fox was pulled in, but the strength or anything has not been verified, and it is estimated that he will panic when he encounters this situation, so let's take a look at his strength.

However, even if someone takes a person with them, they still run faster than Hong Kong — ahem, I mean smearing oil on the soles of their feet.

The phrase "Dead Friends, Dead Poor Path" is also quite appropriate in the wizarding world - when the rest of the people looked at each other, Alan had already pulled the fox that was still confused and ran away - the rock sparrow's ability allowed him to move quickly on such a stone road with a little magic power.

However, Alan did not run very far, nor did he block the road in a bad way, but instead stopped at a similar distance - entering the theater mode, or rather, the remote support mode.

By this moment, the flat floor of the room had become full of holes, and tens of thousands of brown beetles had been awakened from the ground by the liquid from before, and began to run on their short legs towards the living creatures present—they were clearly hungry.

Considering the time of laying the ground, Alan came up with a very frustrated guess - if the owner of the tomb didn't come out every once in a while to make putty, it was probably laid out when the tomb was first built.

These little creatures hadn't starved to death for a long time, so it stands to reason that Alan felt that they should be hungry and violent.

In the wizarding world, ancient things have always been the most valuable and powerful, considering the real age of these little guys, Alan is quite useless at the moment to catch them and sell them for money, after all, this is an antique!

Alan had the heart to think about something else, but the three wizards who were left behind obviously didn't have the time to think about it.

As the story goes, you don't need to run past the bears in the forest - and now apparently they are the ones who are being used to feed the bears, and although they still have companions, the bugs have blocked the way to escape at the moment, and they are grasshoppers on a rope at the moment.

The three wizards looked at each other, and three distinct sorcery erupted from their wands—a wall of fire, a poisonous mist, and an acid.

The flames of the blazing wall of fire are almost white, even if the steel is only melted into molten steel under such a flame, and the moment this wall of fire, which is two meters high and three meters wide and more than half a meter thick, pushes over, the sound of something crackling and being fried is endless, giving people the feeling that they are frying soybeans here.

And the wizard on the other side of the poisonous mist, although the old-fashioned and uninspired use of green poison clouds, but the thick thickness makes people's scalp tingle, which makes Alan can't help but look at him with attention - well, the guys who play with poison are generally not good birds.