Chapter 152: Weasley
"Oh dear, why are we coming to Egypt, I mean it's really hot in Egypt in the summer!"
Mrs. Weasley fanned the wind and complained a little, but judging by Ginny's expressions, they didn't believe that Mrs. Weasley was upset. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
In fact, she was happy in the bottom of her heart!
After all, if Arthur Weasley hadn't won a prize, they wouldn't have been able to travel.
"Mom," Ginny muttered, she actually understood that her parents proposed to travel in order to better get out of the psychological shadow. "On such a hot day, aren't you thirsty if you talk more?"
Mrs. Weasley looked back at Ginny worriedly, and then scrambled to find a bottle of mineral water from her backpack instead of using magic.
"Honey, you're thirsty, aren't you? β
Mrs. Weasley smiled and handed the mineral water to Ginny's hand.
Ron and his twin brother walk at the back, and he doesn't look good.
The twin brothers were particularly excited, "Hey, do you see, there are a lot of amulets here." We can wholesale a little bit back and then take it to the school to sell!"
Ron rolled his eyes, "Come on, how could anyone buy such a thing!"
Ron shrugged his shoulders with a look of disgust.
He'd missed Harry this summer, and Hermione.
Oh, and Hermione must be prepping by now!
"You don't understand, don't you? Didn't there be a lot of people begging for amulets last year, and everyone believed in this thing!"
Fred said and went to the stall to find some amulets.
"But are you sure people will believe it?"
Ron was still skeptical, after all, this was something made of Muggles, and wizards used Muggle amulets, which sounded unreliable.
"Of course," Fred patted his chest, his voice deliberately lowered, "the more people who know magic, the more they believe in it." You're so naΓ―ve!"
Yes, the Weasleys also came to Egypt, but they did come to travel, not under the guise of tourism, as Benjamin Daphne did.
"Shall we go to see the pyramids or the Sphinx?" Mr. Weasley was holding a map of the area, looking at it with relish.
In fact, he is the only one who is really interested in these attractions.
"Oh, Dad, why are you so interested in these places. I mean, there's something appealing about Muggle stuff. If you're a qualified wizard, it's not hard to make a pyramid with magic, right?"
George said disapprovingly.
Mr. Weasley, however, shook his head, and had an unteachable expression. "That's what you don't understand. Wizards could indeed use magic to build pyramids, but they were a little less than the pyramids that Muggles had built bit by bit with their wisdom. β
Yes, Mr. Weasley was such a Muggle lover that he sometimes made his children wonder how he had come to marry a witch.
The Weasleys are still traveling in Egypt, and Benjamin, who is also in Egypt, is in trouble.
He and Jack walked through the long passageway, and the last thing they saw was a Shura field.
It was a wide field, surrounded by stone pillars entwined in black chains.
On each pillar, a living person was tied.
If that thing could really be called a living person.
They seem to be breathing, interesting, and their eyes move.
But their chests have been hollowed out.
Benjamin shuddered when he realized that there was a group of lichs in black robes standing all around him.
The skeleton's mask, half-suspended in the air, is terrifying.
No one knows what kind of face is under this mask.
Benjamin felt that if he had put a scythe on his back, they would be no different from the Grim Reaper.
"Welcome, two, new guests. β
The lich standing at the top spoke, his voice a little hoarse, sounding a bit like one of those radios that were about to break.
Compared to Benjamin, Jack looked much calmer, straightened up, and showed his wand without hesitation.
"We are all wizards. β
It's just that his opening statement was not domineering enough, and he didn't scare the group of lichs.
"Oh, of course I know, you're all wizards, and you're wizards of necromancy. The lich at the top took an exaggerated breath, "I smell the fragrance of death." β
Benjamin shook his head, thinking that the lich was too pompous.
He simply stood up and explained their intentions bluntly.
"We are not here to oppose you, but to hear that you have a way to resurrect people. β
In fact, in Benjamin's world, the Lich doesn't have that much ability. Otherwise, they would have surpassed the Death Knight and become high-level necromantic creatures.
Jack also nodded, anyway, with the two of them fighting hard, they would only lose, it was better to show the purpose directly, and then negotiate with each other.
"Who the hell leaked the news?" the lich chuckled under his breath, "I'm sorry, I'm kidding. As you can see, the pillars are full of dead people, but now they are my corpse slaves. If you don't mind, you can offer me the one you want to be resurrected. β
The lich suddenly wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, "It's that it may be at my mercy." β
"You think beautiful!" Jack immediately became angry, "how could I possibly turn the person I love the most into a corpse slave!"
The lich immediately shook his head with some regret, "Oh, well, aren't you trying to revive him? You can take a gamble, though. β
Benjamin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to have a bold idea.
It's just, it's too risky.
And Jack's reaction was also obviously reluctant to try.
"You mean to make me gamble? Absolutely impossible, if she, she becomes your corpse slave, won't my persistence in the past two hundred years be completely wasted!"
Jack immediately turned his head angrily and tried to leave.
It's just that he has barely taken the first step, and he is already surrounded by other lichs.
Jack raised his wand, as if ready to fight to the death.
It's just that Benjamin, who he thought would help him, turned out to be silently watching from the side.
"Benjamin, you, what are you doing? Don't you see I'm dying?"
Jack said angrily, but in his heart he was secretly scolding Benjamin.
"Oh me, I just wanted to try the lich's solution. So, why am I helping you?"