I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 384 Another hunting expedition? Are you kidding me?

Hermione walked over and took the letter from Mr. Tully's hand.

Looking down, I realized it was an invitation.

At this point, Mr. Tully, Neferpitou's father, explained, "Since it's summer vacation, some of Neferpitou's classmates will be coming over. You can also hang out with them. Although the magic school in Egypt isn't as famous as Hogwarts, it has its own unique features."

"Yes, I'll arrive on time," Hermione said solemnly. Neferpitou's father then nodded to the two young wizards before turning and leaving.

Owen, having closed the door, turned around and looked at Hermione, who was opening the invitation, and a mischievous thought arose in his mind.

"Miss Granger," he said leisurely, "you're so charming now that people can't stop thinking about you, and can't even eat or sleep."

"I didn't do anything, okay?" Hermione continued to emphasize, a statement she had repeated many times before.

But she really didn't do anything.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as he was about to continue joking with Granger, there was another knock on the door.

"Damn it—what's going on this morning? Are they all up so early?" Owen angrily opened the door again.

"Are you all alright?" The person who came was Bill.

He nervously glanced at Owen, who had opened the door, and Hermione behind him.

"I heard you were attacked yesterday?"

"Where did you hear that from?" Owen breathed a sigh of relief and then asked casually.

"I've been in Egypt for so many years, and I do have some friends in the Ministry of Magic," Bill said very seriously. "That guy is an expert in ancient history, and he especially likes to study ancient magical artifacts. I have some connection with him."

Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore.

"Did the Ministry of Magic never contact you at all?"

"Yes," Hermione said, walking over and nodding.

"Just as I expected!" Bill's brows furrowed.

"That guy went through a lot of roundabout things with me. In short—you'd better leave Egypt right now." He continued seriously, "Don't take Muggle transportation, and don't... never mind, leave this to me. You all stay in your rooms today and don't go anywhere. I'll figure out how to get back to England; I know some routes."

"What happened?" For no apparent reason, a sense of impending crisis filled Hermione's heart.

This made her involuntarily nervous.

"That's what makes it so terrifying—we still don't know exactly what happened," Bill said, frowning. "I have a feeling that something very dangerous is brewing. The Ministry of Magic is definitely involved! The best we can do now is get you out of Egypt. I'll go to the Ministry of Magic to find out what's going on."

"Aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble too?" Owen said irritably. All these Gryffindors are like this, so clumsy and impulsive.

"Since it's so dangerous, why don't you hurry up and write a letter to call for help? Write to Dumbledore, to the Federation, and ask them to send people to Egypt! What are you investigating? Are you investigating when you're going to lose your life?"

"Is this necessary?" Bill rubbed his temples, his face tense. "They haven't made a move yet, so the Federation can't interfere. Write to Dumbledore—you have no idea how busy he's been lately. He's proposed a series of reforms in Sweden, and those bold measures have caused a huge backlash. The Ministries of Magic in various countries are now somewhat hostile towards him."

There are rumors that several countries are preparing to jointly remove him from his position as president.

There is great dissatisfaction among wizards in Brussels because, to date, the Federation and the national ministries of magic have not reached a responsibility plan for post-disaster reconstruction with Muggles, nor have they provided any assistance to them.

A few days ago, the Pope of the Vatican visited Brussels, and all evidence suggests that Muggles seem to want to use the Church to launch another witch hunt.

In short—Dumbledore is very busy. All you need to do is leave Egypt; don't bother the headmaster with anything else.

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Bill went on and on and on.

The two young wizards were stunned.

They only realized it when the world had undergone tremendous changes.

Especially Irving, he only woke up yesterday!

He paused for a moment, his brow furrowing before he spoke, "Don't worry, no one can drive Dumbledore away. The Federation is now... well... not under the control of the national ministries of magic. You understand that. As for the Muggles, the wizards deserve it."

As for visiting the Pope, he probably just wanted to inquire whether the church had any methods to deal with wizards. After all, having no sword and having a sword but not using it are not the same thing. In short—the situation hasn't deteriorated to the point where war could break out.

We're almost in the 21st century. Do you think this is still the medieval era where a few lords could decide to start a holy war on a whim? We can't afford war, and they certainly can't. A Cold War, however, is a possibility.

Owen rubbed his chin. "Forget it, you don't need to worry about Egypt. I have a million ways to leave Egypt. I always carry the key with me."

"As for what kind of conspiracy the Egyptian Ministry of Magic is plotting—isn't that because of Grand Master Mei? Don't worry, we'll be fine."

"Oh—I completely forgot about Mr. Merlin here." Bill suddenly relaxed. After receiving the news yesterday, he had been pondering the wizard's unspoken message. Realizing the danger, he rushed over early this morning, forgetting about Merlin's presence.

"Alright—you guys still need to be careful, to prevent them from launching sneak attacks or using poison or curses, or any of those despicable tactics. I'm going back to Europe first to try and contact the Federation to see if they can send more people here." With that, Bill turned and left in a hurry.

There was absolutely no hesitation or delay.

Watching his departing figure, Irving didn't rush to close the door this time.

Because someone will definitely knock on the door again.

I'm too lazy to get up and open the door again.

"Owen, we..." Hermione held the letter sent by Nefertari's father, her eyes filled with worry.

"I never imagined that something so serious had happened outside."

She wasn't worried about herself; Hermione was worried because she had heard Bill tell her about the recent events in the wizarding world, and because of the unfriendly relationship between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

Others would find it hard to understand, whether it was Ron, Harry, or Owen.

They had nothing to hold them dear in the Muggle world.

But she was different; she still had her parents—if the two worlds clashed, or even went to war.

This would put her in a rather awkward position.

"Don't worry, it won't get to that point," Owen reassured her. He could naturally guess Hermione's worries, but that was impossible unless everyone said goodbye to their intelligence.

"Okay, that's what I think too." Hermione opened the invitation in her hand.

In modern society, the idea of ​​another witch hunt seems highly improbable.

"It's in Cairo."

The parchment was printed with a badge, which was shaped like a lotus flower.

The main subject is a golden eagle with two bright gems set in its eyes. Its feathers are intricately carved. Below the eagle is a scarab beetle with a string of Arabic script engraved on its back. Hermione cannot understand the winding and complex script, but she imagines it is a family motto.

Nefertir's family, the Tali family, is a well-known pure-blooded family in Egypt.

Given Egypt's ancient history, Hermione has reason to believe that this family may have existed for hundreds or even thousands of years.

The letter itself did not convey any complicated information; it simply requested that they attend the banquet around 11:00 a.m. and provided their address.

"Oh my god, you two are up really early."

really.

Just as Irving expected, the person who came to knock on the door appeared.

Fortunately, he didn't close the door this time.

"I think you won't get up until noon." The man's purple eyes scanned everything in the room, including the bed and the two people.

Hmm—there was no tilting of the bed, clothes scattered everywhere, or blankets lying on the floor.

"We're going to a banquet," Owen said, ignoring Merlin's strange, suppressed laughter. He stated their purpose directly.

"Let's go then," Merlin said lazily. "Since it's a banquet, there will definitely be all sorts of delicious food!"

"Ah—people really do live for these beautiful things."

"Aren't you worried?" Irving asked, quite surprised.

"What's there to worry about?" Merlin blinked. "If someone invites you to dinner, it would be too cold-hearted to refuse!"

"Alright then." With that, Irving had no more worries.

With this guy on board, what is he afraid of?

Make some preparations.

During this free time, Irving wrote several letters.

The main purpose was to let people know I'm safe.

After all, many people knew he was missing.

I just woke up yesterday and didn't have any free time, so now I have to write a letter to a few friends and professors.

Irving even went so far as to write a letter to his grandmother.

I wonder how she felt when she saw that I was still alive.

It's probably going to be bad.

The joy lasted only a few days before it came to an abrupt end.

After spending some time dealing with seven or eight letters, the three left the hotel.

Go to the Owl Post Office to mail a letter.

After playing for a while, around ten o'clock, they set off for the destination mentioned in the letter.

That location is quite easy to find.

After finding the Nile River, which runs through the city from north to south, the group walked downstream and soon discovered a giant sphinx with a human head and a body.

The stone wall on the belly of the statue can be transformed into an illusion by simply tapping it with a wand, and then the wizard can pass through it as easily as passing through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

"Wow! It's a wealthy family."

A huge courtyard came into view.

Located on the banks of the Nile, it is a magnificent villa in the style of ancient Egypt.

Built of massive stones, it has a solemn and mysterious appearance, exuding an ancient and enigmatic aura.

Tall stone guardians, two golden eagles, stand on either side of the main gate. They gaze into the distance, seemingly protecting the peace of the palace.

Walking along the stone-paved path, the first thing that comes into view is a spacious courtyard with a fountain in the center, its water splashing and accompanied by a pleasant sound. The surrounding columns are carved with exquisite patterns, and every detail showcases the unique charm of ancient Egyptian art.

A huge flower trellis has been erected in the courtyard.

The outdoor tables and chairs, covered with various foods and drinks, are set up on the grass and flowers.

Many young wizards came and went, dressed in proper formal attire, exchanging toasts and engaging in aristocratic social interactions.

The moment the three appeared, everyone noticed them.

Then countless pairs of eyes fell on the group with a puzzled look.

Most of them looked at him with disdain and contempt.

"Uh—" Hermione was a little embarrassed. She wasn't anxious because of some glances, especially since most of the people in front of her were fifteen or sixteen-year-old wizards. The reason she was a little embarrassed was that she and Owen were the only ones wearing casual clothes. Although the Archmage Mei's clothes were strange, they were actually court clothes from the ancient Camelot dynasty, which had a certain composure.

She and Irving were wearing short sleeves and shorts—a stark contrast to the formal dresses in front of them.

They seemed like they came from the countryside.

"I thought it was just a simple class reunion, a few good friends getting together," Hermione murmured softly, leaning against Owen.

"Hmph—it's a class reunion, but it's not exactly simple." Owen was completely unconcerned. He even found the other person ridiculous.

A bunch of immature kids, trying to imitate those fallen nobles with these kinds of social activities—it's clear that Egyptian magic schools have way too little homework to allow these guys to be so idle as to do these things.

Damn—I suddenly remembered that he hasn't done a single word of his homework yet.

"Who are you? This is private property, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

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A stern-faced young man walked over. He wore a black, fitted suit, and a rose was cleverly placed in his breast pocket.

His black hair was neatly combed back, and his gaze towards them was mostly contemptuous.

"What are you saying?" Owen, who couldn't understand Arabic at all, subconsciously turned around and looked for Master Mei. As an old man who had lived for more than a thousand years, he must know Arabic.

Then Owen suddenly realized that Merlin, who had been behind him, had disappeared.

Looking up, he spotted the guy next to someone's dining table.

"Tch, just three Englishmen." One of the wizards at the gathering spoke up. "Probably tourists who accidentally wandered in. Look at that guy over there, he looks like a starving ghost reincarnated. He's probably been wandering around outside for ages."

The imps avoided the legendary wizard who was enjoying his meal as if it were a plague.

"Every year these nasty bastards recklessly do all sorts of disgraceful things. It's so annoying. Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic just ban them from entering the country?"

"Because we still need to make money off them. That's about all they're good for. Haha."

A few people in the crowd laughed.

Along with this, the wizard standing in front of Owen also revealed a mocking expression.

(End of this chapter)