Alan struggled to control the feeling of irritability that was constantly rising within him.

My speculation is correct, so why can't the ladder be activated?

What went wrong?

If Tutamunka wants to return to the world, then he - he will not abandon his wand!

Alan turned over and jumped off the lotus throne, holding the wand that had been thrown on the ground before, without the jewel, in his hand, and jumped onto the throne neatly.

The sequence of moves was extremely crisp and beautiful, and Ron and Nancy looked at Alan expectantly.

As if the start switch had been triggered, the jewel on the scepter in the hand of the idol of Osiris in the distance flew whizzing.

It returned to its original position on the wand, fused seamlessly with the wand as if it had never left.

Alan flipped his wand and pointed at the lotus throne and the whirlpool high in the sky.

And yet they remained where they were, nothing changed.

The eager expression on Nancy's face grew cold, and despair and panic hit her.

"What spell could it be?" Alan thought.

"Alaho Cave Open, Restore to Original, Crack the Spell, Manifest Spell......" Ron thought to himself, desperate to help Eren find the right spell.

"If it's Tutamunka, he must have used an ancient Egyptian spell, right?" Alan ignored Ron's jumping up and down, racking his brains to recall.

Along the way, which sentence is like a hint of a mantra?

Those spells that signify curses?

Those spells that pray to the gods?

You can't mummify three people before you leave, right?

Alan shook his head, desperate to shake off the bizarre, nonsensical and ridiculous ideas that came to mind.

The two lines of words on Tutamunka's golden coffin suddenly appeared in his mind.

He couldn't help but murmur: "I saw yesterday, I know tomorrow!"

The black light shot from the wand hit the graphic vortex in the sky, and then turned into a thick pillar of light, enveloping the three of them.

Suddenly, the eyes of the three of them became foggy, and then more and more blurry and darker.

Alan couldn't accurately express this strange feeling, it was as if he was on a rocket - he could only rush forward helplessly.

The sound of the rapidly spinning air blasting was deafening, and the silhouette of the shadowy temple immediately moved away from the three of them.

The three of them were wrapped in pillars of light, like a leaping sun, drawing a line of fire in the air.

All the granite, dirt, water, snakes, scorpions, insects and ants melted and flowed under the noses of the three of them.

When they saw the churning and surging Nile in the moonlight, the uncomfortable feeling at first was forgotten and eventually turned into an almost hysterical excitement.

They're finally out!

The world in front of them seemed infinitely better to the three of them.

Ron cheered and shouted something he couldn't understand.

Nancy cried and laughed, and the haughty willfulness that belonged to beauty in front of the pyramid before was gone.

Even Alan, who has always been gentle and modest, can't help but roar at the Nile to express his inner joy.

When Nancy saw Alan, she couldn't help but pounce on Eren again.

Alan shook his hand in fright and jumped behind Ron.

Ron watched in confusion as Nancy lunged towards him.

Just as he was ready to be embraced, Nancy actually stopped.

Ron opened his mouth wide and lowered his hands in embarrassment.

With a poof, Nancy burst out laughing.

Alan and Ron looked at each other and both smiled heartily.

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared out of thin air on the bank of the river.

It was Mr. Weasley and Bill, and an Egyptian with a black ponytail, a loose white shirt and pants, and a red turban around his neck.

"Daddy, Bill!" Ron, who saw his loved one, flew to Mr. Weasley's side like a light swallow with excitement.

"Ron, Allen, I've found you two!" Mr. Weasley's anxious expression gradually eased.

"Where have you been, it's so naughty, I don't know how much Mommy worries about you!" Bill reproached.

"We didn't mean to, we just accidentally got lost. Who knew it would be so unlucky!" Ron grumbled.

"Fortunately, Said used blood magic to help us determine your location, so we were able to come so quickly. Bill thanked the Egyptian in white gratefully.

Ron and Allen also saluted Said as a sign of respect and gratitude.

"Who is this young lady?" Mr. Weasley turned his gaze to Nancy.

"This is Nancy, like us, an unlucky man who has lost his way in the pyramids. Alan explained.

"I mean, this young lady doesn't look like a wizard. Mr. Weasley asked gently.

"Yes, I'm not a wizard. Nancy didn't understand why the expressions on Alan's and Ron's faces were so strange, and preemptively replied.

"Well, maybe we'll have to erase your memory and send you home. Mr. Weasley said mildly.

"Erase my memory?" Nancy looked at Mr. Weasley in horror, as if she were looking at some wild beast.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but we have to comply with the International Federation of Sorcerers' Secrecy Act. Mr. Weasley looked apologetically at Nancy.

"Still, I think you might experience something not good with two such naughty little wizards, and it might be a good thing to erase your memories. ”

Bill looked at Alan and Ron mockingly, his expression not friendly, even a little angry.

He was still haunted by the sudden disappearance of Ellen and Ron.

Saeed on one side drew his wand and wanted to cast the Oblivion Charm directly on Nancy.

He couldn't understand these wizards who had come all the way from England.

Isn't it just erasing a Muggle's memory?

This is a legitimate behavior that has a law to follow, so what is there to worry about?

"Wait a minute, sir!" Alan quickly pulled down Said's raised wand, blocking Said's spell.

The spell hit the sand, and sparks flew up.

Nancy looked at Alan helplessly and in horror, her eyes full of pleading.

"Nancy, do you want to erase this memory today?" Alan asked gently, "after all, what you have experienced today is enough to be called a nightmare for a Muggle." ”

"No, I don't!" Nancy blurted out.

"I don't want to forget everything today, I don't want to forget you. Nancy's tone was firm, and her eyebrows were full of pleading.

"Daddy, can you not let Nancy forget about us?" Ron pleaded for Nancy.

"No, this is a violation of the Secrecy Act and is subject to action. Mr. Weasley said embarrassed.

"Mr. Weasley, if we make an unbreakable oath, can we spare Nancy?" Alan pleaded.