When Eren removed the golden mask of the mummy, the ancient Egyptian nobleman who had been sleeping for an unknown number of years finally revealed his true colors.

The mummy was tightly wrapped, and the skin on his face was cracked and blackened, like a shrunken piece of leather.

His eye sockets were filled with black resin, and his nostrils were stuffed with rolls of cloth.

The biggest focus of his face was a mouth full of buckteeth, which reminded Alan of the unaligned teeth of the stone statue outside the door.

A sour smell crept into Alan's nose.

It's a taste of decay, a smell of aged humus, a smell of death.

Alan couldn't help but hold his breath.

Nancy, on the other hand, felt dizzy and could barely keep her balance.

Her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground.

Alan hurried to her side and fed her the antidote he had stored.

"Hmm—it's so bad! What did you give me to drink?" The smell was so amazing that Nancy couldn't help but retch.

"It's unpleasant, but it can save your life!" Alan handed the remaining potion to Nancy.

Although Nancy was rude, she thanked Alan and clutched the bottle tightly in her palm.

Nancy's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked stunned.

Alan hurriedly turned to look, Ron didn't know when, picked up the mummy's mask and put it on his face.

"Ron, why are you so naughty? Stop playing, beware of getting burned!"

Alan is completely convinced, what a reckless Gryffindor!

Just as naughty as his twin brother.

Ron's wand slid from his hand to the ground, and his whole body trembled.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Allen sensed something was wrong and quickly ran up to remove the mask from Ron's face.

However, the mask seemed to be firmly on Ron's face, and no matter how hard Alan tried, he couldn't remove it.

Ron stopped trembling and said in an extremely eerie tone, "Tetru-Teteki-Kree-Kehara!"

"What are you talking about?" As soon as the words came out, Alan realized what Ron was thinking!

Resurrection spell on the door!

Nancy let out a frightened scream.

Alan heard slow, dragging footsteps behind him.

Alan quickly turned around, only to see the mummy in the golden coffin stiff and staggering towards him.

Its hollow, resin-coated, tar-tared eyes stared straight at Allen, and smiled wickedly at Allen.

Tap ...... Tap ......

The entire chamber could only be heard with the sound of mummies' feet shuffling.

Slowly, he raised his arms and made a terrible clicking sound.

Alan raised his wand to tear the mummy apart!

But a pair of hands grabbed him tightly.

Allen caught a glimpse of the corner of the golden mask flashing in his ear.

It's Ron!

Allen's wand also fell to the ground, and he tried to pull the hand off his neck with both hands, but Ron's strength was unexpectedly great.

For a while, Alan couldn't get rid of it!

The ugly, horrible mummy is getting closer and closer to Alan.

Suddenly, the hand that was holding Ellen's throat loosened, and Ron's body tilted and he fell to the ground.

Behind him, Nancy, holding a mahogany box aloft.

She froze motionless, gasping for air, staring at the terrible shadow in front of Allen.

"Ahem—ahem—" Alan let go of his throat and stepped away from the mummy and Ron.

With a thud, the mahogany box fell from Nancy's hand.

Nancy stood motionless, her hands tightly covering her cheeks.

Alan grabbed her arm and pulled her to his side.

"Thank you, Nancy, for saving me. Alan whispered.

"But Ron, Ron, he's not going to be stoned by me, is he?" Nancy's throat tightened with fear, and her whole body began to tremble.

"No, no, he's a wizard!" Alan reassured.

There was a click, and the mask on Ron's face fell to the ground.

The mummy suddenly made a hoarse and high-pitched voice: "Thank you, my slave!"

Nancy tried to open her mouth and scream—but she couldn't make a sound.

She stared horrified at the mummy as she approached step by step.

"Who are you?" Alan asked alarmedly.

"Who am I?" the mummy sneered, and Alan actually read pride in his rotten face!

"I am the great Tutankhamun the Great and the greatest prophet of all time!" Tutankhamun straightened his sackcloth chest.

Seeing that Alan and the mummy seemed to be having a good time, Nancy's fear lessened slightly.

She grabbed Allen's shirt and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"He said his name was Tutankhamun and that he was a great prophet. Alan explained softly.

"I've waited too long for this day!" Tutankhamun said, "I've waited so many centuries, my slave. ”

He raised his clattering arms as if hugging the sun.

"I know that one day, you will open my tomb, and then we will be together forever. ”

As soon as Tutankhamun beckoned, Ron's wand flew into his hand.

He examined his wand for a moment, his terrifying face shining with excitement, and said in a loud voice, "As a reward for your resurrection of me, I allow you to be my slaves forever." ”

Alan watched him warily, waiting for an opportunity to retrieve his wand.

Tutankhamun seems to have fallen into some kind of fantasy, and his excitement is uncontrollable.

"I am back! I am resurrected! I have so much power, so much wealth, that I will continue to rule over Egypt - just as it was four thousand years ago!"

Ron groaned, holding his head to his senses.

He staggered to his feet and found that the mummy could walk and talk!

Before he had time to fear, he shouted in exasperation, "Give me back your wand!"

Ron actually rushed in front of the mummy and reached out to grab it, "It's mine, give it back to me." ”

Tutankhamun burst into a cold laugh in his throat.

"You won't need it anymore. He whispered, pointing his wand at Ron.

Just as Ron managed to get Tutankhamun's attention, Alan quickly rushed out and retrieved his wand.

"Except for your weapons!" Tutankhamun was suddenly knocked into the golden coffin by the huge force of the spell, and the wand in his hand flew out.

Ron rushed forward with unprecedented courage, picked up his wand, and aimed it at Tutankhamun.

Tutankhamun quickly stood up, his sackcloth in tatters and dragged to the ground, revealing his withered and shrunken body.

To Allen's surprise, Tutankhamun didn't attack him and Ron in the first place, but stuffed a purple amulet in his heart into the shroud, which he obviously cherished.