Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

This is indeed a very temperamental "big" sister.

Clark, who turned around, was immediately attracted by her exaggerated figure.

From his point of view, his eyes just fell on the chest of the other party who was wearing a sleeveless black vest.

Must have at least 36D!

As an old driver who had read countless movies in his previous life, Clark immediately got the answer in his heart.

However, his gaze also succeeded in making the "big" sister dissatisfied. If it wasn't for the fact that Clark was still a child, she would have broken his ribs with one kick.

The "big" sister raised her beautiful eyebrows, opened her characteristic plump lips, and said, "Angelina Jolie? Sister, my name is Laura Crawford, not Angelina."

Hearing this, Clark looked away to see the whole picture of the other party.

The khaki canvas jacket and long trousers are durable and can block the harsh sunshine of Cairo, but cannot cover the proud figure with bumps.

The long braid hangs down the back of the head, making it look very capable.

Coupled with the slender figure full of power, and the wheat-colored skin exposed from the neckline and cuffs, it can be judged that this big sister named Laura Crawford must be an experienced and vigorous woman. explorer.

Lara Croft? !

Hiss~ It turned out to be the leader of adventure games, one of the leaders in the 3D area, no wonder she looks so similar to that Hollywood star with a big mouth.

But why did she suddenly come to Egypt? Could it be that she was planning to carry out "archaeological" activities here?

Clark's absence made the famous female historian completely lose interest in him.

Sure enough, neither a man nor a boy is a good thing!

Laura, who secretly despised her, took her salute and walked out of the airport.

At this time, Clark only came back from his thoughts after Hermione pinched him in dissatisfaction.

"Angelina? Hehe, this is really an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation. You don't think people will ignore you." Hermione pouted and mocked him.

"No way," Clark quickly explained, "She really looks like an American movie star I know, and that star's name is Angelina.

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"Ghosts believe you, go find your Angelina!"

Hermione closed the travel guide with a snap, stuffed it into the backpack fiercely, knocked off Clark's shoulder, and strode after Mrs. Weasley and the others.

While walking, she also lowered her head. Unsurprisingly, she saw her toes, which made Hermione even more depressed.

"What I said is true, Neville." Clark looked at Neville at the side again.

The other party suppressed a smile and nodded, "I believe you, Clark, but her name is really not Angelina."

Well, it's all over, what else can Clark say?

Just like that, a group of them left the customs noisily, and Bill Weasley, who came to pick him up, was already waiting at the exit.

"Mom, I'm here!"

Just like when Clark met him a few years ago, it seems that the experience of working at Gringotts in Egypt has not changed Bill.

Today, he still looks cool.

His long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and he wore an earring on his ear with something like a small fan hanging from it.

The tall man was wearing a sky-blue coat, not a bulky garment like a wizard's robe, but a denim jacket more similar to a Muggle casual jacket.

It's just that the top of the coat is decorated with various amulets, metal chains, steel nails, and iron pieces.

Such an avant-garde style, paired with his pair of dragon leather Martin boots, will not look out of place even if he is going to a rock concert.

"It's Bill!" Ron exclaimed happily, waving his hand vigorously.

Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and hugged her eldest son tightly, which moved Bill a little bit embarrassed.

"Okay mom, you're strangling me so hard I can hardly breathe."

He broke away from Mrs. Weasley's arms, greeted his brothers separately, and winked at his little sister, Ginny, who returned a sweet smile to him.

After talking about the past with his relatives, Bill turned his attention to the three Clarks standing aside.

"How are you? Clark, these two are your friends?" Bill greeted them warmly.

Clark quickly introduced to him, "Bill, this is my good friend Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom."

"Hello, Bill!" Hermione and Neville greeted him politely.

The crowd gathered together and walked out of the airport terminal under the leadership of Bill.

"Let's go to the place where we live first, and put down the salute... Hey, where are your salutes?" Bill noticed that their hands were empty at this moment, and they didn't even mention the salute.

"I brought this, so it doesn't have to be so troublesome." Clark raised the magic suitcase in his hand.

Bill glanced at his suitcase enviously, "This is really convenient."

"Okay, then I'll show you the scenery of Cairo!" Bill said, leading them to the side of the road outside the airport.

"You know, in Egypt, wizards don't fly on broomsticks, they usually use magic carpets.

But this is the territory of Muggles. Although the officials of the Ministry of Magic in Egypt don't care much about things, they still have to pay attention to the influence. "

A group of people stood in front of a white van parked on the side of the road.

It was a rare six-seater car in the UK, the paint on the exterior was peeled off, and it looked very old.

Bill was so happy to help them open the car door, "Come on, I borrowed this car from the company specially to pick you up, the space inside is big enough!"

The space inside is indeed very large.

Clark and the others all got into the minivan, and they didn't feel crowded yet. Obviously, like Mr. Weasley's flying car, this van was also casted with the No Trace Charm.

And compared to the van's dilapidated appearance, the interior of the car is at least clean and tidy.

Clark, Neville, Ron, Fred, George and Percy sat comfortably side by side in the back row.

Hermione, the Weasleys, and Ginny sat in the second row, which was also magically lengthened to resemble a park bench, and the soft seat was extremely comfortable.

Bill Weasley sat in the passenger seat, while his Gringotts colleague Mahmoud drove.

This is a typical Arab, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, high browbones, tanned skin, tall and thin, with a big beard and a white turban on his head.

He smiled and greeted Clark and the others, then started the engine, left the airport, and drove towards the city center.

The hotel that Bill had booked for them was located near the Pyramid scenic spot in the southwest suburb of Cairo, opposite to the international airport in the northeast of Cairo, and needed to pass through most of the city.

And as the van was on the road, the appearance of Cairo, an ancient city with a long history, was slowly revealed in front of them.

The city of Nars near the Cairo International Airport is a relatively well-known wealthy area, and those who can settle here are small businessmen and officials with little wealth.

So drive along the clean road, lined with pruned date palms, and all kinds of private cars that look good.

However, as the van moved closer to the city center, the clean and tidy scene outside the window gradually faded, and the face hidden under the modern skin of Cairo was gradually revealed.

First of all, they experienced the characteristics of Cairo-the endless congestion!

As a transportation hub located in Europe, Asia and Africa, Cairo has always been the largest commercial distribution center in the entire Arab region.

The main reason is that the local social stability is much higher than that of neighboring countries, so the population of Cairo has been growing at an annual rate of 5-10%.

However, with the gradual growth of the population, the modern development of downtown Cairo has always stagnated. The most intuitive manifestation is that the city lacks planning, the streets are generally chaotic and narrow, and the infrastructure is backward.

The van of Clark and his party walked through the narrow and crowded roads in the city center with difficulty. Along the way, they were surprised to find that most of the streets in Cairo had no traffic lights.

Every driver driving on the road is like a Schumacher who has not made his debut. Overtaking, other cars, blocking, and collisions are almost a lot of fun.

The Arabian boy Mehamed who drove for them is also a master. His driving skills are also excellent. He can always find the way forward on the congested road and complete the task with a small gap that is almost beyond the naked eye.

Of course, sometimes even if there is no gap, he can still perform miracles vigorously, forcing a way out.

Clark finally knew how the sunken and sunken marks on the van's shell came about.

Because everyone is driving disorderly, it forms a kind of spectacle, that is, everyone understands each other. leave.

During this difficult journey, everyone in the car saw it.

On both sides of the congested and messy road, there are all kinds of shanty stalls selling fruits, groceries, snacks, and souvenirs, encroaching on the border of the road recklessly.

Walking through these messy stalls and congested traffic are locals wearing toga sleeves and white scarves, as well as worn-out motorcycles, loose tricycles, ancient donkeys and even mules and horses.

If you look farther, you will find that the center of Cairo, which is far away from the rich area and the pyramid area, is like a huge construction site full of noise, dirty and backward.

On both sides of the street, unfinished buildings with no ceiling can be seen almost everywhere, because people here believe that their families will continue to multiply and prosper, which will create new requirements for the family's living space.

And Egypt's unique tax laws that charge heavy taxes once private houses are built also prevent most Egyptians from capping their houses.

After the next generation of people is born, they will add one or more floors to the upper floors of their homes. Therefore, in such Egypt, building houses will always become the present tense.

But Cairo, which is divided, chaotic, and disorderly, is a place where rich people in Africa want to settle down.

Those dilapidated, unfinished buildings with no architectural qualifications or design are the paradise that the poorest people in Egypt yearn for.

Even in the eyes of these British wizards, the city center of Cairo has a special charm.

"This is Cairo. It is indeed the birthplace of magic. There is only one street in Diagon Alley, but here is such a large city that is the same as Diagon Alley."

Ron, who had been looking at the scenery outside the window, couldn't help admiring, and George and Fred sitting beside him also held the same point of view.

"No, I think it's cooler than Diagon Alley. It's like Knockturn Alley everywhere. It's a mysterious place."

The words of the twin brothers allowed Mrs. Weasley to successfully grasp the loophole, "George, Fred, when did you go to Knockturn Alley, didn't I tell you not to go there!"

Looking at the noisy and frolicking crowd, Clark and Hermione could only look at each other and smile wryly.

Perhaps for wizards who are affected by the magic power of chaos and still admire chaos and disorder in their bones, the city center of Cairo in front of them is indeed no problem, and even a little pleasing to the eye.

But for someone like Clark who has been to the Muggle world and experienced rapid economic and social development in his previous life, the scene in front of him is undoubtedly synonymous with poverty and backwardness.

Maybe he shouldn't have any extra expectations here.

Not every ancient civilization, like the Chinese civilization, can prosper and prosper, pass on endlessly, go through ups and downs, and still have a great revival!

Even if the modern buildings in the city and the pyramids outside the city stand together on this land, the ancient Egyptians have been extinct.

The new owners who live in this ancient land today are the group of Arabs holding the Koran and worshiping with their buttocks pouting. The gods of ancient Egypt have become history and relics just like their pyramids.

The culture of this city is broken. For the new owners, it has never been their task to restore the glory of the ancient civilization, because the history of this ancient civilization has nothing to do with them.

Even if they worship gods eight hours a day, they are not the gods of ancient Egypt.

Clark suddenly understood why the gods of the golden age disappeared in the long river of history.

Maybe the connection between those gods and humans is closer than he imagined.

When civilization ceases, when faith ceases to exist, even the oldest Cairo has no traces of the existence of the gods.

There are only tourists from various countries with one plane and one plane, and they come here especially for the sake of seeing something special.

Faced with such magical realism, even Clark didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.

It's just that the soul of the traverser suddenly reminded him of that distant oriental civilization, which is now slowly but firmly rising step by step.

They don't rely on any savior, nor do they rely on gods and emperors. Perhaps when the gods are gone, human beings can truly grasp their own happiness and create miracles of civilization.

"So, this is the most beautiful era for mankind!"