The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Hermione dumped the contents of the box onto the bed and turned to look at Tom: "So what should we take with us on a desert adventure?"

You can't blame Hermione, this really touched upon her knowledge blind spot. She had never been to the desert before, so she knew nothing about what to bring with her on a desert expedition.

Tom thought for a moment, "Water..."

Hermione picked up a pack of tissues and hit Tom, "Please be more serious!"

"Why are you being so disrespectful! You must bring water when you go to the desert. If you don't bring water, what will you drink? By the way, not only do you need to bring water, but you also need to prepare some salt."

"Salt?" Hermione didn't quite understand. "Wouldn't eating salt make you thirsty? Water in the desert is so precious, so we must drink it sparingly. So why do we need to bring salt to increase water consumption?"

Tom didn't answer her directly. It was midsummer in London, and although Hermione had the air conditioner turned on at home, the activities just now still caused a few strands of sweat to break out on her forehead. Tom stretched out his finger and touched Hermione's forehead.

Hermione's forehead felt soft and tender. After being tapped on the forehead by Tom, Hermione trembled slightly, but quickly returned to normal, letting Tom collect the sweat beads on her forehead with his fingers.

Tom stroked back and forth twice, and then put his index finger to Hermione's mouth. The girl sitting opposite turned slightly red, opened her mouth, and licked Tom's index finger.

The fingertips are covered with nerve endings and are much more sensitive than other places, so when Hermione rolled the tip of her tongue, Tom couldn't help but feel itchy and had goose bumps.

"Cat." This magical creature flashed in Tom's mind, and Hermione's behavior just now was like being licked by a cat.

Seeing that Tom's reaction was more intense than hers, Hermione felt relieved, "Are there barbs on my tongue?"

Both covered their mouths and laughed.

After all the fun, Hermione suddenly understood why she had to bring salt: sweating would take away the salt in the body, and if she didn't replenish the salt, it would most likely not work.

She took the opportunity to jump up from the bed and brought a piece of paper over. "Tell me what else you need. I'll write it down and go to the supermarket to buy it later."

Tom straightened his clothes a little and thought for a while: "We can buy some tea leaves and make tea in the desert to replenish the lost electrolytes. We can also bring some pickles and mustard."

Hermione nodded, but she seemed to have an issue on her mind: fuel. From Hermione's perspective, she felt that there was a high probability of a lack of fuel in the desert. In this case, how could there be excess fuel to make tea? Although as wizards, they can use magic to light a fire - but this time with Muggles present, it is not so convenient to use magic to light a fire. They can't add a few "forget-to-all" words every time they light a fire, right?

"Bring a solar electric stove so that you can use sunlight to boil water and make tea." Tom saw Hermione's doubts and directly gave the simplest way. Photovoltaic cells have been greatly developed in the 1990s and have been used in civilian fields. Apart from being expensive and bulky, they have no shortcomings.

"There are also clothes. The temperature there changes greatly during the day and night, and the sun will burn the skin, so short-sleeved clothes like this are definitely not acceptable. You need to bring sun protection and wind-proof clothes, and high-top shoes..."

Tom and Hermione discussed bit by bit and wrote down the required equipment on paper. While waiting for dinner that evening, Mr. Granger announced the good news: Hal Hunter was willing to let Tom and Hermione join his expedition!

"I will take you to Sheffield the day after tomorrow," Mr. Granger said in a very good mood. "Hal is forming a team. You can also take a look when you go there and see how an expedition team is formed."

Hermione cheered, while Tom looked thoughtful.

"How is his archaeological team organized?" Tom asked.

"It's almost finished. I guess we still need a few bodyguards, right?" Mr. Granger replied casually, "I remember he mentioned it like this."

Tom said "hmm" and lowered his head to eat the steak on his plate.

Early the next morning, he left Granger's house and headed to his old friend Yuri.

"How many reliable manpower do you need?" There have been no orders recently, and Yuri's life has become corrupt. He implements the principle of going to bed late and getting up late. He had just climbed out of bed when Tom found him.

Tom told Yuri their destination.

"Ancient Egyptian ruins? It's quite interesting..." Yuri rubbed his fat chin, "There are already a lot of good things in it."

It was obvious that the arms dealer was a little moved.

Not to mention the economic value of the remaining cultural relics in the ancient city, the ancient city itself has extremely high research value. Dr. Hunter, who discovered it, must have become famous.

Yuri was keenly aware of the meaning contained in this. How much money can he make by stealing cultural relics from the ancient city? This is not the 19th century. Gone are the days when British “archaeologists” swaggered about transporting cultural relics from other countries in units of camels. In that crazy era, so-called "explorers" and "archaeologists" were like passing locusts, heading to countries with long histories and frantically plundering their cultural heritage. News that "Sir So-and-so brought back dozens of camels at one time from such-and-such ancient country" news often happened in that era.

The British Museum is like passengers on the French subway in the 1920s: everyone is legally French, but there are not many truly native-born French.

For Yuri, money is a secondary factor, and he pursues the "fame" brought behind him more. Although Yuri's business can be said to be a raging fire, he is already considering a retreat for himself. This archaeological team that is about to be formed is a good opportunity.

"I will help you find a reliable helper," Yuri promised Tom, "but I hope to contact the doctor."

"Of course," Tom agreed. Due to the special nature of his work, Yuri had a very powerful armed force. They were no worse than the special forces. In other words, they were the special forces.

"By the way, can you customize bullets here?" Tom suddenly asked such a question. He wanted to add something special to the bullet. Tom had this idea a long time ago, but he never took action. Now that I am going to venture into an unknown secret place in the desert, it would be good to have a little more to rely on.

Yuri laughed, "Of course, I'm very skilled in my craftsmanship! What kind of gun bullets do you want?"

Bullets can be made by hand if there are ready-made accessories, and Yuri happens to know this craft. He wanted to know what kind of gun Tom was going to use so he could make the bullets.