"What's wrong? Someone's eyeing me? Owen asked sideways, dodging the oncoming wizard.

"It's not you." Bill said, "Didn't you read the nearest newspaper? ”

"Oh - something happened, I haven't been paying much attention to the recent news."

"Look at this." As he spoke, Bill took out a brand new newspaper from his arms, a copy of the Daily Prophet, and the front page headline was a photo of Miss Granger with a high-ranking Egyptian official, holding a medal plainly, countless flashes shining on her face, and the enthusiasm around her made her a little evasive.

"I'll go—" Owen exclaimed.

He just glanced at it and understood what was going on.

According to the newspaper, a well-known Hogwarts student, the heir of Gryffindor, a war hero, and the successor of Albus Dumbledore recently launched a major operation in Egypt, destroying countless dark wizard strongholds, and making outstanding contributions to the cause of peace in Egypt.

That's not the point, the point is, even the British newspapers have reported it with such fanfare, so I can't imagine how the local newspapers will publicize it.

"Whew! Trouble again, Granger. ”

Dark wizards are a bunch of crazy people, and you can only say that you are naïve to expect those guys who have been disturbed by dark magic to hide for a while.

A few Death Eaters would dare to attack Dumbledore, and you can't call them stupid, because they don't have brains at all.

"You got it!" Bill said, "Dark wizards have infiltrated Cairo, so you have to be careful anyway." ”

"Understood." Owen nodded, "By the way, where are you going?" ”

"Me?" Bill suddenly looked embarrassed, and only continued after a moment, "When I was in Gringotts, I was in charge of breaking the curse of the pyramids.

The Egyptian witch doctor thinks that the mutant flesh may be a curse, and wants me to go to their aid.

After all, I've been here for so many years, and I still can't erase some face. ”

"By the way, do you have time? Do me a favor. ”

"What?"

"Aren't you very skilled in alchemy and ancient runes? Let's take a look and maybe find some clues. ”

"Hmm," Owen certainly knew what the mutant flesh was. In short, the power of the outer gods is also a form of ancient magic, using ancient magic to transform an organism, or to stimulate the power of the flesh itself as a crucible of life.

He did have a way to curb this mutation, just as he could help Koyatl unwind the whispers of the outer gods.

But this has a great impact on him, and it takes the blood of the heir to do it.

He couldn't see a deviant and stab himself.

And after he has mutated into a bad omen, there is nothing he can do.

But since he's here, it's okay to go and see it, he hasn't had time to seriously study these things.

After all, he doesn't have time lately.

It's always been Tata Open, Tata Open. It's time to calm down.

"Okay—I'm fine anyway." Owen nodded.

On the other side, at the opposite end of the street, is a narrow and dark alley.

The buildings here are more dated than the surroundings and seem to be forgotten corners. When the blazing sun is obscured by the houses and tarpaulins, it looks even darker, as if isolated from the world.

Feeling deceived and his heart was about to be torn apart, Nefer hid in a cluttered alley, covering his mouth and crying.

Tears moistened the eyelashes, and raindrops fell to the ground, splashing the loess.

There are no shortage of wizards coming and going in this alley. Most of them wore robes of various colors to completely cover their figures.

From the bare and dark arms, it is clear that these people are probably shamans from Africa.

Although some wizards noticed the sad look of the little witch in the alley, they did not come forward.

It's a bit like London's Tumbledown Alley, where there are a mix of wizards and wizards, and no one wants to get themselves in trouble, especially at this time.

"Picked up the big fish."

Suddenly, the wizards around him seemed to see some plague god, and hurriedly dodged.

Soon the chaotic alley was surrounded by strange wizards dressed in light-colored robes embroidered with all sorts of magical animals.

They are strange because they have necklaces or bracelets made of some kind of animal bones around their necks and arms.

There are intricate tattoos on the bare abdomen and arms.

You know at a glance that he's not a good person.

"Fainted!"

The gray spell made its way through the crowd and headed straight for Nefer.

Weeping, Nefer, sensed the magic coming in.

Just as the flow of people suddenly surged, she noticed the abnormality around her.

The moment the spell struck her, Nefer quickly drew her wand and fended off the attack.

"There are two hits."

More and more dark wizards gathered around.

"Hey—I know her—Nefer Tully, the granddaughter of the Minister of Magic."

"It's the follower of the crazy woman who ruined several of our fields some time ago." Another wizard chimed in.

"Looks like it's a big fish!"

In the next second, all the dark wizards present showed evil smiles.

Then he approached her step by step.

Then a myriad of spells swarmed her, as if to drown Nefer.

Nefer was arguably a magical genius second to none, and at her age, she should be a young wizard in a sixth- or seventh-year magic school.

Normally, it is difficult for a young wizard of this age to possess such powerful combat skills. Able to hold on to such a number of spells for a while.

She can be so good, in addition to her own talent, it should also be because of family education.

But—the defense will always go wrong, especially when she faces a large number of dark wizards, and the other party does not kill her with the idea of capturing her alive, otherwise she will not be able to defend at all under the killing curse.

Soon, a spell at a sharp angle clung to the wall, striking her.

Without even a wail, Nefer fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Hi – we're like this. This little witch is the minister's granddaughter, if the Ministry of Magic sends a manpower."

Among the dark wizards, there are still some people who have raised doubts.

Is it really okay to kidnap the children of such a big man?

"Hmph-" The dark wizard who hit Nefer walked over and grabbed the girl's hair, "The Minister of Magic is busy holding a magic convention in Sweden, and besides, how many Aurors can this country have to spare after that war?" ”

"This is our great opportunity."

"It's also—" In an instant, the dark wizards reached a unified opinion.

This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

They can extort a large sum of money and flee the country far away, or they can ask for something that is not money.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with the light of revenge.

They hadn't forgotten, they hadn't forgotten the girl riding the silver dragon, high up on the top, indifferently looking at them as simple as crushing ants.

Revenge - they must get revenge.

This is the main reason why so many of them remain in Cairo.

——

On the other hand, unbeknownst to him, Owen and Bill, who had a conspiracy unfolding, walked on the road in the Cairo neighborhood one after the other, and after finding a corner where no one was around, Bill took him directly to the illusion.

The surrounding scenery is spinning.

Owen looked around and found himself in front of an old building.

The building in front of it is made of huge stones, which are very common in Egypt. Mysterious symbols and relief patterns shine on the walls as the sun shines.

The building has three floors, with a wide staircase leading to every corner, one after the other.

Entering what could be the interior of a hospital building, the air is filled with an aromatic scent, the smell of essential oils made from a mixture of spices and herbs.

The walls of the hall are covered with portraits of various wizards, who, like St. Mungo's Hospital for the Disabled, are all wizards who have made remarkable contributions to the medical cause.

Bill didn't stop and took him to the second floor.

On the second floor, many witch doctors were walking back and forth. The hurried footsteps announced the panic in the calm.

As one of the countries with the most ancient ruins, Egypt.

Every year, countless wizards are sent here for a variety of reasons, being attacked by curses or dark magic.

As a result, the sorcerers of Egypt had the world's leading means of curing curses and black magic.

Every year, therapists come here for training.

Just as soon as Owen saw an old wizard walking down the hallway with a number of young men dressed in various robes.

Each of them wore a peculiar badge on their chest, which was supposed to be the hallmark of the hospital.

"It's a pity—"

"What's wrong?" Bill looked down at him.

"Oh! It's nothing. Owen shook his head, but unfortunately the average wizard of ancient magic had almost never been exposed to, let alone studied.

It's normal for Egypt's witch doctors to be helpless about this.

Get Victor here, and he might have something to do. Other than that, Owen really couldn't think of anything else else could do.

There were many more wizards in the hallway.

They speak different languages, all over the world.

There were even some that Owen couldn't even tell which country it was.

He guessed it was a landlocked African country, a tribal language.

In general, this ancient language that has been around for many years may have magical powers.

Similar to Runi script.

So when the dark-skinned wizard, dressed in a drape sewn from rags of various colors, holding something like a bell—such a strange-looking wizard—walked past him, Owen couldn't help but give him a few more looks.

"The high priest of voodoo - Ravieu. A legendary witch with incredible soul-driving magic and a high reputation in the African region. ”

"What kind of magic is it that drives the soul? Is there such magic? Owen raised his eyebrows, what is the soul, so far the European wizards have not studied a reason, they can only be sure that the region of all living beings has a soul, and the three unforgivable are all attacks on the soul, there is no research at all, even if there are ghosts everywhere, the wizard can only vaguely explain that this creature is the brand of the wizard, whether they are the wizard or not, there is still a debate in the academic world.

Now—how did a magic that could drive souls suddenly come out?

Is African magic so powerful?

"It's cumbersome to explain." Bill frowned, "I don't know much.

The so-called voodoo religion is also called "voodoo". Originating from West Africa, it is a primitive religion that combines ancestor worship, animism, and spiritism, somewhat like shamanism.

Voldus means "god" and "spirit". Locally, there are shamans who receive the apocalypse in their sleep, and then the apocalyptic sorcerer will go through an elaborate set of sacrificial rituals to establish a connection with the divine, and once this connection is successful, the sorcerer will have the ability to drive the souls of the dead.

In addition, they also have various abilities such as healing diseases, lifting curses, and twisting souls, in short, it is a very powerful but quite primitive magic, and the Wagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Uganda prohibits students from contacting and learning this kind of magic, but Africa is too big after all, and there are always some wizards who have not been controlled by the Ministry of Magic and the magic school. ”

“.” Owen smashed his mouth, "Just listening to you makes me feel evil. And—" he shuddered, "I've been allergic to the word 'god' lately, and I feel sick at the sight of it. ”

"Niang Xipi, shouldn't there be trouble again!"

"Trouble? What's the trouble? Bill looked at him puzzled.

"You don't understand, anyway, we'll go in and have a look later, and you'd better pray that the high priest is helpless against the mutation." Owen's expression gradually became serious, "If that's the case, this so-called voodoo is just a local sect, and it doesn't matter.

If only she really had anything to do. That's—it's going to be over! ”

“？” Bill's face was full of puzzlement, "Why do you say that, isn't it a good thing that she has a way?" ”

"A good thing? I'm afraid it's a fatal thing! ”

"Well—it could really be a fatal thing!" Suddenly, a playful, lazy voice rang out behind Owen.

The young man's face was stunned, and then he immediately turned around, and immediately saw a man with a completely different style of painting from others standing outside a certain room, looking inside.

"Why did you come along?"

"Hehe—the good daughter left her old father and left with other strange men—this kind of thing—how could I not come."

“.” Owen gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing green, "Gotta - don't say anything, let the money matter go first, you stand still, let me slash first to relieve my anger!" ”

The magic of Transfiguration drove Owen to grab the flower pot in the hallway, and a long sword was instantly transformed, and then he jumped high and swore to fight the dog's head in front of him. "Damn old plum, eat my sword—Excalibur!"

Owen was imposing. Unfortunately, this didn't help Mr. Mei, he blinked his eyes and smiled, "Oops—it seems that he needs to be disciplined well." ”

So saying, he took up his staff.

At the moment of contact with the sword in Owen's hand.

A strange magic strikes, and then a grumpy teenager discovers that the world seems to be bigger for him—no—that he has become smaller.

"What's the situation? Ay? "Even the voice has become more milky.

"I'll punish you for growing up again!" Merlin half-crouched down and rubbed Owen's face and hair with his hands. "It's so cuter."

"You," Owen was a little sluggish, "how did you do it, it's impossible!" ”

He was strange just now.

Illusion – is a very common form of magic.

In addition to the illusion spells commonly used by wizards, such as some magical beast Boggart, evil elves, and the song of the Siren, etc., can also cast illusions.

But—illusion illusion, no matter how subtle the illusion, no matter how real the appearance is created, it is also fake, not real.

It's like the black history of his sophomore women's clothing, and his appearance is all illusory, just like wearing a beautiful girl's clothes at first sight. The truth can be discovered by touching someone.

But Merlin's spell actually changed his body, because his vision really became shorter, which was impossible.

Think about it, you're dueling Voldemort, and a spell turns him back into little Tom in the orphanage, if not to cut his magical abilities, just out of nowhere

"Alaala—do you want to learn?" Merlin said lightly, "If you say Brother Merlin, please teach me, I'll teach you." ”

“.”

"Poof!" Owen hugged Merlin with a quick stride, and then the whole person hung on him like an octopus, "Father--you-father-teach me-father!" ”

“.”

Seeing the big husband's bending Owen, Mr. Boss Mei was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth raised, and then he laughed seriously, "O(∩_∩)O haha~ It seems that you have touched the true meaning of magic." ”

“.”

Such a spicy-eyed scene made Bill, who was next to Owen, have a face full of grub - your relationship is so complicated, and- is it okay to have a face? There were so many people—both witch doctors and patients all around.

They may not understand English, but the look in their eyes still makes people feel like they are on pins and needles.

But - the way Owen was now—the appearance of a delicate child of four or five years old, who could not distinguish between male and female by appearance, and whose voice was too, milky and milky—this magic that made people young, he had never seen before, was it some kind of transfiguration?

"That's—Owen, who is this?" Bill coughed lightly, and then interrupted the scene of father and son filial piety in front of him.

"Him?" Owen baby jumped off Boss Mei's body, and he even made his clothes smaller.

"This is the legendary Grand Magi, King Arthur's teacher, the great pioneer of the wizarding world, dedicated to the peaceful coexistence of Muggles and wizards, and the suspicious fraudster - Archmage Merlin!"

"Merlin?" Bill's eyelids fluttered, and he had an expression that seemed to be teasing me, convincing him that the person in front of him was Merlin, and that Owen might as well tell him that Owen was actually a girl.

He might be able to trust the latter.

However, he didn't break the casserole to ask in the end, since the other party didn't want to say, he couldn't continue to ask, but the wizards that Owen kid could get acquainted with should be the top ones, maybe this wizard would have some different methods.

"The front is normal, the last one - what is a suspicious fraudster, have I ever deceived you?" Big Boss Mei rubbed Owen's head until his hair exploded.

"Yes! Not only did he cheat, but he stole my money. I'm a hundred thousand Galleons! ”

"Hundreds of thousands?" Archmage Merlin pinched his cheek and said, "I can't imagine that such a lie could come out of the mouth of such a lovely face. ”

Owen, whose cheeks were flushed by Merlin's pinch, still stiffened his mouth, and said coldly, "It's not a hundred thousand, I remember wrong, there should be seven, eight or nine hundred thousand, maybe more than one million, I don't remember very well." But certainly not less than two million! ”

"Little guy, why are you so greedy for money at such a young age!" Merlin took out her deadwood wand and shook it in front of Owen, "Sure enough, girls are more obedient." Or—"

As soon as these words were spoken, the elements who tried to extort them immediately jumped on the spot and hid far away.

Then he turned around and followed Bill towards the isolation ward.

Hey - isn't it just a little bit of Galleon?

It's like you've never seen the world, don't want it.

It is more important to have a happy life in the future.

Keep going.

There is less and less traffic around.

After pushing open a compartment door, the most terrifying scene in the wizarding world appeared in front of everyone.

The room was clearly under the Infinite Stretch Spell, and as soon as it entered, the sound of wailing was heard.

The room was divided into two parts—a cage made of some kind of metal—on one side where the omen was bound up by some kind of magical prop fabric, and on the other side was a normal cubicle, where about thirty or forty wizards were lying in hospital beds.

Their skin was covered with a black mist, and the wounds on their bodies were growing disgusting granulations that were still spreading, and it was estimated that it would not be long before they could completely spread all over their bodies.

This process is obviously very painful.

It's like being eaten by something little by little.

Ordinary people simply can't endure such suffering.

"Mr. Weasley." The man was a sorceress, about thirty or forty years old, with a tired look on her face. But there was energy in his eyes, and Owen was familiar with the situation—even if he drank too much of a pick-me-up.

The body is very tired, but the consciousness is very clear.

She ignored Merlin and Owen beside her, and walked straight in front of Bill.

"They all say you're the best spell breaker."

The top hat was put on first, and the female doctor pulled him into a cubicle quickly.

There were four or five witch doctors in the cubicle, all looking at Bill with different eyes—disdain, anticipation, and indifference.

In short, all aspects of life are in it.

But Owen didn't see the high priest among them.

She should be in a different ward.

On the hospital bed lies a wizard in his early twenties, who has a very small infection, the wound is on his arm, and the granes are only near his wounds.

"These days—we've gone through almost every medical book we can find—but—to little avail, finding only a few words in a magical book about five hundred years ago, which only tells us how to prevent the curse from spreading, but doesn't cure it."

"I'll take a look!" Bill drew his wand and walked over.

Then he began to cast a spell on the wound of the wizard lying on the hospital bed.

(End of chapter)