A Tour and Visit

Dear Harry:

I apologize, but Loren is having trouble choosing his sunglasses, so I'm writing this letter myself.

By the time you read this letter, Loren and I will already be on our way to Egypt. As you can see, we've decided to make Egypt our vacation destination. Owls have a hard time adapting to the Egypt climate, so could you please look after Hānhan for us? Thank you so much!

The information I found says that Egypt has many Ancient Rune sites, which will be very helpful for our elective course next semester. Egypt also has a lot of interesting local history of witchcraft, and I'm sure there's plenty of material to include in a paper on the A History of Magic ...

We've also decided to go to London during the last week of summer vacation. Can you come? Will your aunt and uncle let you? If not, let's meet on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st!

Hermione sends her greetings

P. S.: Loren sends his greetings (in hasty handwriting)

Harry put down the letter and looked at the Hānhan Spectacled Owl, Hānhan its little head and looked back at him. Harry reached out and ruffled the feathers on its head. "Your owner has abandoned you for vacation."

"Coo coo?"

"That's right, they're not taking us."

"Coo coo?"

"What does this have to do with me? This is a big deal. They knew I was suffering in the Dursley house, and now they've just left. I can't even find anyone to talk to."

"Coo coo".

"Sigh, go ahead, remember to come back before dawn."

Harry opened the door to the stairwell a crack and watched enviously as the Spectacled Owl flew out of the first-floor window.

How wonderful it would be to be an owl, with no worries.

"By Merlin! Send me to Egypt too!" Harry put Hermione's letter aside, lay back on his bed, and let out a long, melancholy sigh.

Egypt is a country located in northeastern Africa and is one of the earliest places to record magic. Ancient Egypt sorcerers ruled the country alongside the kings for a considerable period of time.

Later, the wizards realized that such behavior would bring disaster to both sides.

The tribes and groups supported by them could always find the Promised Land water and grass were plentiful and wild animals did not invade. They could expand rapidly and multiply by taking advantage of the natural geographical advantages. However, such tribes often lacked independent power. They always sought the help of shamans. Without the help of shamans, they were easy prey for other tribes.

War broke out.

If wizards protect their chosen groups indefinitely, it means they are helping one group to slaughter another, and this slaughter will never end.

Some clever wizards realized this problem, and after discussion, the wizards gradually disappeared from history.

Nevertheless, their legends persist in the world of ordinary people. Those with ulterior motives disguise magic as Deity, claiming they can hear their will, and that those who disobey the Deity will be punished...

The era of the divine right of kings has begun.

"Ladies and gentlemen:

The aircraft is descending. Please return to your seats, fasten your seatbelts, stow your tray tables, and adjust your seatbacks to the normal position. All personal computers and electronic devices must be switched off. Please ensure your carry-on items are properly stowed. We will dim the cabin lights shortly.

Thanks!"

The flight attendant's voice came over the airplane's intercom.

Hermione rubbed her temples, blinked her dry eyes, and closed the book on the A History of Magic in Egypt.

The historical scope was too vast; she only glanced at the overview before the plane was about to reach its destination.

The plane had spacious seats, with only four seats per row, separated by an aisle in the middle. Wendell and Monica sat behind her and Loren, while Bates sat in the row in front of them.

Loren, wearing a cotton eye mask that looks like sunglasses, was sleeping soundly next to him.

Hermione pursed her lips. Although she had chosen to read on the plane herself, the little Witch felt resentful seeing this person sleeping so soundly.

"Wake up, we're in Cairo!" Hermione reached out and shook his shoulder.

As his consciousness withdrew from the space of the Fantasy Book, Loren ripped off his blindfold, grabbed her arm and shook her back, angrily saying, "You want to throw me off the plane, don't you, you wicked black Witch?"

Hermione giggled incessantly.

The plane landed in the afternoon.

As Loren stepped out of the plane, a wave of heat, almost tangible, swept over him in the wind, scorching hot. It was already four in the afternoon during the height of summer, but the Cairo sun still hung brightly in the sky, exceptionally harsh.

"Hurry, hurry, let's get inside!"

Wendell was making a lot of noise, and in just a few minutes, his shirt was already soaked with sweat.

Following the directions of the airline staff, Loren and his group arrived at a waiting room to rest temporarily. The room was bright and clean, with plenty of fruits and drinks. Apart from the noise from the air-conditioned fan, everything else was fine.

Wendell sat down and let out a long sigh of relief, "I'm used to living in England, and I've never experienced such hot weather before."

"I had experience with forced marches when I was young, believe me, carrying equipment while marching is even harder than this." Grandpa Bates, however, was quite energetic, looking around with great interest.

"Fortunately, most of our luggage was kept in Hermione and Loren's pendants, and even the makeshift suitcases were handled directly by the hotel and the airline."

Wendell opened a bottle of Coke, took a swig, and was already too hot to care about his teeth. "I can't even imagine running around in this weather with my luggage."

One of his dental patients works in this field, and through a mutual acquaintance, their journey became much easier.

Monica suddenly remembered something, patted Hermione on the shoulder, and said urgently, "Quick, get me the sunscreen..."

Hermione exclaimed in surprise and quickly pulled Monica to a corner to apply sunscreen.

Watching the mother and daughter hurrying away, the three men couldn't help but smile. Loren opened a bottle of cola. "What's our plan now?"

Wendell let out a satisfied burp, feeling the heat in his body dissipate. "We'll wait for the hotel staff to pick us up. They'll provide transportation, and the hotel will arrange our itinerary in Egypt. There will be a dedicated tour guide to show us around."

He paused for a moment, then said, "As for your magical journey, you'll have to rely on yourselves."

Loren nodded.

Hermione suddenly ran out from the corner, holding a handful of sunscreen, and slapped it all over his face, massaging it in to spread it evenly.

"We're too young, our skin is still so delicate. Mom said you need to apply it too, otherwise you'll get sunburned." Her gaze followed the movement of her hands, her expression focused. "How do we find an Egypt sorcerer?"

Loren let her finish applying the product before speaking, "Egypt has the world's largest Alchemy Research Center. I have their contact information. We'll go find them after we've had enough fun with the adults."

This information came from Flamel.

"Play with the adults?" Wendell joked, making Monica and Bates burst out laughing.

About half an hour later, airline staff led a dark-skinned England man to pick them up.

"Welcome to Cairo, distinguished guests." The tour guide gave a standard hat-tipping salute. "I am Caleb, and I will be leading a tour of Egypt for the next few days. Please feel free to raise any thoughts, suggestions, or complaints you may have."

They boarded the hotel's private car, a limousine with ample space. Caleb and the driver sat in the first row, Wendell and Bates in the second, Monica with the two children in the last row.

As soon as the car drove out of the parking lot, someone stood on the street shouting at them in a language they couldn't understand, and a thin-faced girl waved a cheap handmade product in her hand and chased after the car.

The driver was clearly not new to this kind of situation, and he calmly drove away from them.

"This?" Wendell was somewhat shocked.

Caleb turned his head and solemnly warned, "Egypt is different from England. It's full of poverty and disease, and therefore full of chaos and crime..."

He went on and on about a lot of things to be aware of, such as the presence of unlicensed guides at many intersections who would try to flag down cars; most of the time, you should ignore them and just drive past them. If you got separated from your hotel staff and were tricked into getting into someone else's car, don't panic. They'll usually take you to a parking lot not far from the entrance, where you can choose between a horse-drawn carriage or a camel. Just ignore them completely, find a place where you can make a phone call, and call the hotel's service number; they'll send someone to pick you up.

"This is already very good. Our hotel's cars have obvious markings. If it were any other ordinary vehicle, they would just stop it and force you to sell them some junk," Caleb said.

These words made the Mr. and Mrs. Granger uneasy, and they began to regret coming to Egypt for their vacation.

Hermione peered out the window, and the sight of those dark-skinned, thin, slender children with clearly defined bones left her with a strange sense of awe. Egypt, at that moment, became concrete in her mind.

It was already evening when they checked into the resort hotel by the Nile River.

The golden sunset bathed everything in sight in a golden hue: golden fields, golden deserts, golden hotel facades, and even the waters of the Nile River shimmered with gold.

From a distance, the stone sculptures in the desert shimmered with golden light, as if they were carved from pure gold.

Hermione leaned against the railing of the hotel balcony, gazing into the distance, her entire being bathed in a golden glow, blending into the desert sunset.

"Are you thinking about those children from earlier in the day?" Loren asked, leaning against the railing as she did.

"Hmm." Hermione's voice was soft. "I know I can't help them, but I can't help thinking about it."

This girl is being silly again... Loren had a toothache. He thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember what that book on Egypt A History of Magic said? The help of wizards will only make them weaker. Only by the people here working hard and becoming wealthy can they usher in a long-lasting, stable, and happy life."

"Of the billions of people in this world, only a few countries are wealthy, such as India and Africa..."

"And then there are Magical Creatures. You know, the Centaur are still living a primitive life in the forest. Even if you work yourself to death, you still can't help that many people..."

Listening to Loren's rambling voice, Hermione's lips curled into a pleasant smile, "I know."

What do you know?

"I'll just do what I can. I still have some old books and clothes. I'll go back and pack them up. I plan to donate them to charity."

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all I can do right now."

On the Nile River at sunset, the little Witch's figure Winky.

After resting overnight, the next morning, Caleb took them to the Egyptian Museum.

This is a two-story ancient stone building. The first floor displays artifacts from the Old Kingdom period to the Rome period in chronological order, including a large number of ancient Papyrus. These Papyrus have decayed over thousands of years and are mostly fragmented. Multiple languages have been found on the Papyrus fragments, including Greece, Latin, Rome, Arabic, and Ancient Egypt.

Hermione carried a small notebook and jotted down a few symbols every now and then.

Loren leaned closer to examine the torn papers. The patterns on these Papyrus were somewhat similar to those on the paper of the Book of Abraham, and the writing on the paper faintly revealed the shadows of some Rune.

He speculated that these writings were left behind during the period when wizards had close contact with Muggle, and that even after the wizards left, these writings were preserved in the Pyramid tombs and have survived to this day.

Even Flamel couldn't sit still. He emerged from the Fantasy Book and Accio around Loren, examining the symbols and writing on the artifacts.

"Has Nicol never been to Egypt before?" Loren asked in confusion.

"That was two hundred years ago, well, there wasn't this museum back then," Flamel replied.

Loren fell silent.

The Second Floor houses special exhibition rooms displaying artifacts from the last two dynasties of Egypt. Among them, the golden mask, anthropomorphic golden coffin, and golden throne in the Tutankhamun exhibition room are considered the crown jewels of the Egyptian Museum.

The most eye-catching exhibit is the mummy-themed gallery, which houses over 20 mummies of Egypt Pharaoh and their consorts from various dynasties. Some are over 3,500 years old but remain remarkably well-preserved. The best-preserved mummy is that of Ramesses II of the Nineteenth Dynasty of the New Kingdom, whose hair and toenails are still clearly visible. The lids and interiors of the anthropomorphic coffins containing the mummies are decorated with depictions of the deceased's Patronus or scriptures.

The room was filled with a strange scent. Loren could smell the unique aromas of many Potions ingredients. Although thousands of years had passed and the Magic Power contained in all the objects had dissipated, some of their characteristics had been preserved.

Over the next few days, Caleb took them on a tour of several Pyramid.

According to the tour guide, the Ancient Egypt believed that the soul was immortal after death, and that as long as the body was protected, it would be resurrected and live forever in paradise after 300 years. Therefore, they attached great importance to building tombs.

Flamel told Loren a different version of the story: a ruler who had close contact with wizards discovered the existence of ghosts, and realized with horror that death did not mean annihilation, so he began to seek immortality and resurrection...

Everything ancient here carries the shadow of wizards: the writing, the smells, even the way Potions.

If the history of Egypt were a book, the influence of sorcerers would be like ink, permeating every page of it.