Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, at the Gringotts Archaeology Office in downtown Cairo, Egypt.
It was nearly time to get off work. Dozens of curse-breakers from all over the world were chatting, while others bent over their archaeological desks, studying the various clumps of earth recently dug up from beneath Egypt.
Egypt, once a land ruled by wizards, had countless ancient treasures buried beneath its soil by the powerful pharaohs of old. Of course, most of those treasures also bore curses left behind by the pharaohs for tomb robbers. The curse-breakers' duty was to appraise the treasures, remove their curses, and finally place the antiques in museums.
Bill, who had not been in the department for long, was chatting with a local Egyptian colleague seated beside him. Their department was fairly relaxed when they did not have to go down into tombs, and the pay was good too. At the very least, Bill certainly would not need his family to pay for him to get married.
Bill was laughing and chatting with his brown-skinned colleague about the recent Eid al-Adha celebrations in Egypt. To be honest, Bill still could not really understand what his Egyptian colleagues found funny about their jokes.
The clock hands had reached 4:55. There were only five minutes left until closing. Seeing his colleagues who had not gone on tomb expeditions begin to pack up their things in an orderly fashion, Bill started gathering the field logs scattered across his desk and stuffing them into his briefcase, intending to take them back to his dormitory for further study that evening.
Just then, a pitch-black raven flew in through the office window, circled the room once, and finally landed on Bill's desk.
The raven dropped the package and letter hanging from its claws onto