Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

He raised the thing in his hand, his face showing the enthusiasm and confidence of a curse-breaker who was about to solve the thousand-year-old mystery.

"And the crocodile tears, I'm ready for."

Douglas looked at him, then looked up and out the window.

The sun was sinking slowly towards the horizon, and the color of the sky was changing from bright blue to warm orange and then to a gorgeous violet.

A bright, full moon has quietly hung in the eastern sky, emitting a cool and mysterious light.

"So you calculated the time and even included the full moon, idiot."

Douglas leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face.

"Okay, I admit, this is much more interesting than the mummified cat."

"Are you ready, Taoist priest?" Bill's eyes flickered with anticipation. "To meet the first ancient Egyptian wizard in history to successfully erase himself from official records."

Bill restarted the Land Rover, and this time, he drove even more slowly.

He no longer looked at the road, but looked up from time to time, checking the angle of a star in the sky, as if that was the only signpost.

The moonlight coated the sand sea with a layer of cold silver frost.

The Land Rover's engine died in silence, and the remaining heat quickly dissipated in the dry and cold air, leaving only the sound of the wind, an eternal and monotonous murmur.

"Here we are."

Bill's voice was particularly clear in the small compartment.

The two men got out of the car, and the desert night instantly enveloped them.

The sand beneath their feet was soft and cold, and the moonlight was bright, stretching their shadows very long.

“These are the Whispering Dunes of Dahshur.”

Bill opened his arms as if embracing the wilderness.

Douglas looked around. In the distance, the outlines of the Bent Pyramid and the Red Pyramid were like two silent beasts in the night.

The wind blew through the endless sand dunes, making a strange, continuous "hissing" sound. The sound was not loud, but it penetrated every pore and got into your ears. It was like countless ghosts sticking to your earlobes, whispering in an incomprehensible language.

The sound stirred the air and also stirred people's heartbeats.

"Appear!" Douglas whispered a word.

The magic power spread like water waves, rippling the surrounding air. The annoying whispering sound suddenly weakened by 90%, and the vision became clear again.

"I knew I was right to bring you here!"

Bill clapped his hands excitedly.

"The last time I came here, I almost got stuck in quicksand because of this weird noise! ​​This place is too weird. Whether it's a Muggle archaeological team or a wizard, they will get lost if they stay here for too long. It's impossible to conduct a detailed exploration."

“This kind of place is too conspicuous.”

Douglas spoke, his voice a little scattered by the wind.

"If there really was some secret, both the Muggle archaeological team and people from the wizarding world would have turned this place upside down long ago."

Chapter 437: Stars as eyes, sand sea as map, this is the real way to break the curse!

"That's why they can't find it!"

Bill's eyes shone surprisingly brightly in the moonlight, and his face showed the kind of smug look that said, "I've been waiting for you to ask this."

He pulled the imitation papyrus map from his pocket and spread it out on the hood of the Land Rover like a professor about to start a class.

"Everyone thought the tomb was fixed, a point, a coordinate. But they were all wrong. Ankh Ka's tomb is alive."

Bill took out another quill, dipped it in the ink he carried with him, and began to quickly outline the blank space next to the map.

"In ancient Egyptian astrology, the Big Dipper wasn't called the Big Dipper. It was considered a leg of Set, the god of darkness and storms."

His pen tip flew across the paper, and with a few strokes he drew a vague outline of a human figure, and the seven stars just formed a broken thigh of this figure.

"Legend has it that Set coveted light and was defeated in the battle for kingship with Horus, losing a leg. This leg was thrown into the sky by the gods, and it forever revolves around the North Celestial Pole, becoming the ruler for measuring the night."

Bill stopped writing and tapped the "thigh" made of stars with the pen, like a craftsman showing off his latest invention.

"It points in different directions in different seasons and at different times of night. It's not a landmark, old Taoist, it's a clock, a giant divine clock that indicates the time and seasons!"

Douglas looked at the picture and understood instantly.

"So, the entrance to the tomb will move with the position of the stars in the sky."

"Completely correct!"

Bill waved excitedly.

"And it's not just the key to the entrance that moves, it's the entrance itself! Look at these sand dunes. No matter how the wind blows, they always maintain the arrangement of the seven stars, only the orientation changes. It's an ancient magic that maintains the landscape, allowing the legs of the sand dunes on the ground to constantly imitate the legs of the stars in the sky."

He put away the map, his eyes gleaming with the fanatical glint of a puzzle solver.

"This is how I found it last time. We must find it on a full moon night, when the arrangement of the sand dunes on the ground completely coincides with the position of the Big Dipper in the sky. Only then can we use the outline of Set's body to find the location of his heart."

He pulled a brass sextant from his tool kit and pointed it toward the northern sky.

"Set's star legs cover a large area of ​​the sky, which means that the location of his heart is not a single point, but a constantly drifting area. We need to enter that area and follow the trajectory of the stars to find its core."

The two began to walk deeper into the sand sea.

The sand dunes beneath their feet undulated, looking like solidified silver waves in the moonlight. They trudged along, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Every ten minutes or so, Bill would stop, raise his sextant, and readjust the direction.

"It drifted two degrees to the west."

He whispered, then pointed to a taller dune ahead on the left.

"We have to climb over the back of that giant."

Douglas said nothing, just followed him.

He could feel the ancient magic in the air growing thicker as they went deeper.

It was no longer a distant background sound, but a low, continuous pulse coming from deep in the sand, resonating with his heartbeat.

"A living lock, changing its keyhole every second."

Douglas commented, the white breath he exhaled quickly dissipating in the cold air.

"Worse."

Bill grinned, showing his white teeth.

"We are moving keys looking for a moving keyhole, and the face of this lock is the size of London."

The moon moves slowly across the sky, and their shadows rotate, lengthen, and shorten as they do so.

The ubiquitous "whispering" sound seemed to become clearer, as if the undead had noticed them and were gathering around them from all directions, sizing up the two intruders with curiosity.

After walking for more than an hour, even Bill's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

He paused again, raised the sextant, and this time, stared at it for a long time.

"Stop."

He put down the instrument, his voice filled with a hint of relief.

"The drift of the stars has reached a brief equilibrium point here. Right here."

They stood in front of an ordinary sand slope, which was no different from any other sandy area around it.

"The last time I came here, I found the entrance here."

Bill's tone returned to that ostentatious complacency.

"To prevent others from accidentally entering, I set up some small gadgets."

Douglas squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and lightly stroked them over the empty sand. A slight magical resistance came from his fingertips.

"Gringotts' Sand Mirage Array No. 7? You're really willing to spend that kind of money."

Douglas stood up and clapped his hands.

"The style is very flamboyant, which suits you very well."

"Hey, this is a top-tier defensive spell, it can make even a Niffler get lost!"

Bill protested, but his face was full of pride.

He drew his wand and tapped it seven times in the air in a sequence of intricate precision.

With each blow, an invisible ripple spread in the air.

As the seventh blow fell, there was a soft "pop" sound, like a huge soap bubble bursting.

The sand in front of me seemed to come alive, automatically retreating to both sides, revealing a huge wind-eroded rock embedded in the bedrock below.

The surface of the rock is rough, but a natural pattern is formed on it - a tightly closed eye, with a trace of erosion at the corner of the eye that looks like a tear mark.

It is the legendary "Horus with closed eyes".

"Okay, now comes the main event."

Bill's tone became serious, and he took out the small obsidian mirror and the small glass bottle containing the turbid liquid from the storage compartment.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and a faint salty smell wafted out.

He carefully poured a few drops of liquid onto the obsidian mirror. The turbid "crocodile tears" actually glowed with a strange pearly luster under the moonlight.

Bill held up the obsidian and, in the light of the full moon, slowly approached the left corner of the closed stone eye on the wind-eroded rock.

At the moment when the obsidian touched the rock.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor was there the friction sound of the stone door opening.

The entire piece of wind-eroded rock seems to be injected with life.

Golden streaks of light began at the point of contact and quickly spread along the outline of the stone eye, outlining intricate patterns in the darkness like a red-hot iron.

The entire rock surface was glowing, illuminating the surrounding sand.

The rock didn't open.

Bill's expression didn't show any surprise at all, instead it became serious.

"Now, look carefully. This is what is not written in that fairy tale book."

Chapter 438 Fairy tales are all lies

On the rock wall, between the glowing lines, tiny spots of faint green light began to seep out, quickly spreading into a thin layer of moss that seemed to be breathing.

"Sight Moss," Bill said, his voice low and full of anticipation, "It will reflect the strongest obsessions associated with this place."

The dark green light did not project the grand scene of the priest casting a spell as expected, but instead gathered into a flowing, silent but oppressive image.

In the video, a skinny man with heavy bronze shackles on his wrists and ankles was pinned against a stone wall by two tall wolf-headed guards.

His face was covered in dust and blood, and what burned in his eyes was not the dignity of a priest, but the anger and unwillingness of a prisoner.

A chisel was thrust into his hand.

"Carve it, Ankh Ka."

A voice-over ordered grimly.

"The will of the Pharaoh is unchallenged. Your name will be erased, your power a cursed legend. Carve the words of oblivion, and make all who try to peek into your secrets pay the price."

Ankh Ka in the image raised his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of years of time, looking straight at the wellhead.

There was despair in those eyes, and a faint, almost extinguished plea.

Then, with endless humiliation, he lifted his chisel and began to carve the first twisted symbol into the stone wall.

The image ends here.

The dark green moss quickly faded away, and the light on the rock wall dimmed.

Deathly silence.

Bill turned his head and looked at Douglas. The enthusiasm and excitement on his face had long since faded away, replaced by a heavy sense of verification.

“When I first saw this, I was stunned for a long time.”

His voice was hoarse.