Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Hermione had kept a straight face since leaving the National Museum in Cairo.

Even after they passed through the ancient ruins gate and entered the local magical streets of Cairo.

While wandering around in this place full of exotic magic, Hermione said nothing.

The three of them walked awkwardly for a while, until Clark saw the delicacies being sold at a roadside stall, and then they broke the deadlock.

"This looks pretty good, do you want to try it, Hermione?" Clark asked while standing in front of the stall.

Hermione crossed her arms and stared at him coldly for a while before nodding.

?"Boss, please give me three skewers."

It is said that men who pay the bill are the most handsome. Clark paid the bill generously, and there was delicious food in his mouth. Hermione's originally cold face also melted.

This is an Arabic specialty kebab called kofta. The veal or lamb meat is minced, seasoned with spices and onions, stirred, kneaded into meat sticks, skewered with iron skewers, and placed on the fire. bake.

When eating, you only need to use the soft pancakes given by the boss to roll off the meat skewers, then wrap them with shredded onions, tomatoes, pickles, and add sauce according to your personal taste.

When you bite into it, the tough dough is chewy, followed by juicy grilled meat, paired with crispy and greasy vegetables. It is very satisfying. ?

Food has always been the only choice to soothe the human soul. After eating a skewer of barbecued meat and a burrito, the awkward atmosphere will be gone.

? Clark was about to speak and explain what just happened, but Hermione spoke first.

"Do you think I'm being unreasonable?"

Of course Clark didn't dare to say yes, and Neville quickly turned around and faced the stall, seemingly still immersed in the delicious food and ready to order another one.

"I, Hermione, am not that kind of simple-minded little girl. Since that woman can come to Cairo alone, she seems to be an experienced adventurer.

We want to search in the desert. , what she lacks is her outdoor adventure experience, so if you agree to act with her, I have no objection, and I am not jealous at all. "?

Hermione's words of understanding made Clark couldn't help but nod.

"What makes me sad is,

Since you said we are a team, why don't you tell us first if you have something?

That Laura, and that Evelin, isn't the most important thing between partners just trust? ???”

Just as Clark was about to explain, Hermione interrupted him again. ?

"Of course, we completely trust you. Since you do this, there must be your reasons. Both I and that person will follow your arrangements unconditionally..."?

Having said this, Neville couldn't avoid it. He nodded vigorously and looked at Clark with absolute trust. ?

The trust of his partners warmed Clark's heart, and he began to reflect on what he had done.

Perhaps as Hermione said, as a time traveler, after encountering the familiar plot of the original novel, she gradually developed a feeling of superiority.

He became superstitious about what he knew, lost vigilance and humility, and became proud and self-righteous.

In his heart, he was the only one who knew the plots of these random movies and the so-called future.

The reason why I didn't want to tell Hermione more information about them was that on the one hand I wanted to hide the source of my information as a time traveler, and on the other hand I also wanted to continue to enjoy the sense of superiority brought about by the asymmetry of information.

When Clark began to review what he had done and thought recently, he discovered that he had unknowingly begun to gradually deviate from his original intention.

No wonder the ancients once said that it is difficult to obtain the Tao, but it is even harder to keep the Tao. Confucius also said that I should examine myself three times a day.

Even if he is a time traveler and carries fragments of his godhead, there is no guarantee that he will not fall or deviate on his path to power.

On the contrary, the stronger the power, the more powerful he needs to control his heart, so as not to become a slave of desire.

Although I also have desires, I also want to become a god, I want to live forever, I want to know infinite knowledge and have powerful power, but I want to be myself!

"I was wrong."

Thousands of words were condensed into three words. There is nothing to be ashamed of in admitting your mistakes.

"My mentality has indeed expanded recently, and I have indeed ignored your feelings."

Clark looked at Hermione and Neville and said very sincerely.

"I want to say sorry to you here, and thank you for being tolerant of my shortcomings and shortcomings. You will always be my best partner, and this will not change."

"Since we are best partners, there is no need to say such words in the future." A bright smile appeared on Neville's honest round face.

?Hermione also said, "It's not enough to apologize or anything like that. We are not stingy people. Besides, you don't have any bad intentions. Just remember to communicate with us next time if something happens."

Clark had to nod his head, and just as he was about to explain to them about Laura and Evelyn, Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Okay, okay, since we are going out to play, don't think about that." After saying that, she pulled Clark and started shopping.

As smart as Hermione, she also knows that women should know how to give up when things go wrong. When a man starts to admit his mistakes and give in, he should remember to give the other person a step down and don't hold on to the problem.

The group passed through the bustling crowd and walked on Cairo's Magic Street.

Unlike Diagon Alley in the UK and the Champs Elysées in France, Cairo's Magic Commercial Street is more ancient and dilapidated.

Most of the shops here are small houses made of yellow rocks and bricks, and some only have a shed.

Enthusiastic shopkeepers placed their goods casually on the roadside and hawked them along the street.

As for the things they sell, except for some of the common magic materials that are the same as those in Diagon Alley, most of them are spell-casting materials that are not available in the UK.

After walking less than one street, Clark saw many dangerous magical items that were banned from sale in the UK by the Ministry of Magic.

His eyes glanced at the wooden barrels piled on the ground, which contained toad livers, crocodile eyes and other things, filled to the brim with slime.

On the wall of the shop facing the street, there are some dried animal tissues hanging, including claws, feathers and fangs, as well as black tissues and organs of unknown animals, which are covered by a dirty rope. Wear them in a bunch and sway in the wind.

In addition, there are some cabinets filled with glass bottles containing various powders and herbs, which seem to be more high-end.

But compared to the Champs Elysées, which Clark visited last year, the entire Cairo Magic Avenue looks more like an African wholesale market for witchcraft materials.

There is no right to say who is better or worse between the two. Compared to the glamor of the Champs Elysées, this place is more in line with the image of wizards in the eyes of Muggles.

After all, Clark had seen that in some stalls, there were white skulls, withered human hands, rotten human organs and other black magic casting materials.

Even if he didn't know the specific uses of these things, he could still feel that these materials had strong resentment and malice attached to them.

"In Egypt, the control of weapons and black magic items is not as strict as in Europe, and witchcraft is also very popular throughout Africa!"

Bill saw what Clark was staring at and explained.

“After all, although many black magics are illegal in theory, practicing these things by wizards here in Egypt is already an almost public behavior.

After all, the public security management here is really poor. It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. It is normal for them to master one or two black magic arts.

Of course, those objects that are really too evil or too powerful cannot be seen here. "

Bill's words made brothers George and Fred a little disappointed. The two of them had just been observing a mummy tightly wrapped with cloth strips and hemp rope, and discussing whether this thing was powerful or not.

"Hey Bill, what's this?"

Ginny and Ron stood in front of an old woman who was almost losing all her teeth. The things in their hands reflected colorful light in the dazzling sunlight.

It was an insect-shaped amulet made entirely of steatite and covered with emerald glaze. It was colorful and had a sense of Egyptian mystery.

"A kind of scarab amulet." Bill stretched his neck and looked at it, and quickly came to the conclusion, "It can resist some evil spells. If the price is right, you can still buy it."

As he spoke, he chatted with the old woman about the price in the local language, and finally spent one silver siko to buy the amulet.

Compared to these trinkets that resemble tourist souvenirs, Clark is more interested in Egyptian antiques with hieroglyphics.

Unfortunately, just as there are no antiques in Panjiayuan, there are no real ancient Egyptian artifacts on this Cairo Magic Commercial Street.

Although Clark doesn't know much about the history of ancient Egypt and has no professional knowledge of treasure appraisal, judging from his 37-point [Mysterious Knowledge] skill, the antiques on this street should be from last week at the earliest.

Therefore, after buying some local spices and textiles, everyone followed Bill to his place of work without any hesitation.

"We're here, Gringotts of Egypt!" Bill said, pointing to a tall building that was different from Gringotts in Diagon Alley.

It was an ancient building similar to an Egyptian temple. It seemed that the goblins also followed the local customs.

"Gringotts' business is spread all over the world, but Egypt is one of the key areas, and the goblins here are also very powerful." Bill led them through the tall marble hall.

Like Gringotts in Diagon Alley, there are dozens of goblins sitting behind tall counters, waiting for customers to come.

Because there were almost no customers at this time, some of them were eating flatbreads that were inflated like balloons and were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

Some were using magnifying glasses to carefully observe the flaws of certain gemstones, while others were bored and fiddling with the scales in front of them with their fingers.

But no matter what they are doing, these little green-skinned guys always have an indescribable shrewdness in their eyes, as if everyone is a fat sheep.

Of course, in addition to those working behind the counter, more goblins gathered in the side hall, busy with a group of wizards next to a large number of ancient cultural relics.

One of the goblins seemed to be the leader of the group. In order to show his unique identity, this guy specially wore a red tuxedo, a green bow tie, and a very proud mustache. He stood in the most conspicuous position. The place.

"Hey, are you a troll? Move gently. This is dug out from the tomb of Ramses II. Do you know how precious it is?"

He was there yelling and telling other staff to do this and do that.

As long as someone moves a little slower or harder, whether it is a wizard or a goblin, he will face unpleasant insults.

"Those are cultural relics that have just been excavated from the ruins. They are registering them and estimating their prices."

Bill didn't seem to like the goblin very much. He just stood at the door and introduced Clark and the others, without any intention of taking them in for a visit.

"Who is that goblin?" Ginny asked with a frown, "The one with the bad attitude."

"He is Francis Sterling, one of the directors of Gringotts in Egypt. He is the best appraiser. He has considerable attainments in the history and mysticism of ancient Egypt. He is also the deputy director of the National Museum in Cairo."

Bill lowered his voice, "Of course, he is also a greedy guy. There are rumors that he will deliberately give wrong information during the appraisal so that he can buy those antiques at a low price."

"Oh, come on, Bill, we don't have anything for him to identify," George joked.

Everyone laughed, and the laughter made the goblin leader who loudly scolded his subordinates frown in dissatisfaction.

Afterwards, they walked around Gringotts in Egypt, and after seeing Bill's working environment, they returned to the hotel at night.

It was another sumptuous dinner, a traditional local Egyptian delicacy - roasted pigeon.

The pigeon, which is about the same size as a chicken, is stuffed with wheat, rice, onions, spices, and even minced lamb liver, and then slowly grilled over charcoal fire.

When the skin is crispy, you can chew the bones and meat together.

On the plate in front of everyone was a golden roasted pigeon.

Because his stomach was full of stuffing, Clark pulled off a pigeon leg, and the delicious gravy came out immediately.

As soon as you take a bite, the crispy pigeon skin and tender pigeon meat immediately bring a rich taste, and the rich spices are even marinated in the bones.

After eating the roasted pigeon meat, scoop out the rice stuffing from its belly, and just pour a spoonful of the local malva soup on it, and you have the staple food.

This so-called malva soup is made from the leaves of the "mallow" that is abundant on both sides of the Nile River. It is chopped and stewed with mutton, chicken, butter, garlic, etc.

The cooked malva soup is thick green and sticky, similar to Song Sao's fish soup that Clark had eaten in his previous life. It tastes very delicious, and it has a unique flavor when poured on rice.

In this way, Clark and his friends ate with their mouths full of oil, and finally burped and returned to their respective rooms, stroking their round bellies.

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