Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

This is indeed a very temperamental "big" sister.

Clark, who turned around, was immediately attracted by her exaggerated figure.

From his point of view, his eyes just fell on the other side's chest wearing a sleeveless black vest.

At least have 36D!

As an old driver who had read countless films in his previous life, Clark immediately got the answer in his heart.

However, his sight also succeeded in making the "big" sister dissatisfied. If it wasn't for Clark's young age and a child's sake, she would have kicked each other's ribs with one kick.

The "big" sister raised her beautiful brows, opened her characteristic plump lips, and said, "Angelina Jolie? My sister, my name is Laura Crawford, not Angelina."

Hearing this, Clark looked away to see the whole picture of the other party.

The khaki canvas jacket and trousers are sturdy and wear-resistant, blocking the harsh sunlight of Cairo, but it can't cover the proud and concave figure.

The long braids hang down the back of the head, making it even more capable.

Coupled with the slender body full of strength and the wheat-colored skin exposed from the neckline and cuffs, it can be judged that this eldest sister named Laura Crawford must be experienced and strong. explorer.

Laura Crawford? !

Hiss~ It turned out to be the leader of the adventure game and one of the leaders in the 3D area. No wonder she looks so similar to the big-mouthed female star in Hollywood.

It's just why she came to Egypt suddenly, is she going to carry out "archaeology" activities here?

Clark's absence made the famous female historian lose interest in him completely.

Sure enough, whether it is a man or a boy, it is not a good thing!

Laura, who secretly despised herself, took her own salute and walked straight out of the airport.

At this time, Clark recovered from his thoughts after Hermione twisted him in dissatisfaction.

"Angelina? Hehe, this is really an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation. You don't see people paying attention to you." Hermione pouted and mocked him.

"No way," Clark explained quickly, "she really looks like an American movie star I know, and that star's name is Angelina."

"The ghost believes in you, go find your Angelina!"

Hermione snapped the travel guide together, shoved it into her backpack, knocked off Clark's shoulder, and strode to catch up with Mrs. Weasley and the others.

While walking, she lowered her head, and no surprise, she saw her toes, which made Hermione even more depressed.

"What I said is true, Neville." Clark looked at Neville again.

The other party suppressed a smile and nodded, "I believe you, Clark, but it's really not Angelina."

Well, that's it, what else can Clark say?

Just like that, a group of them went out of customs noisily, and Bill Weasley, who came to pick up the plane, was already waiting at the exit.

"Mom, I'm here!"

Like when Clark met him a few years ago, it appears that the experience of working in Gringotts, Egypt, hasn't changed Bill.

Today, he is still in a cool dress.

His long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and he wore an earring on his ear, with a small fan-like thing hanging from it.

The tall man wore a sky blue coat, not the bloated costume of a wizard's robe, but a denim jacket more like a Muggle slacks.

It's just that the top of the coat is also decorated with various amulets and metal chains, steel nails and iron sheets.

Such an avant-garde look, paired with his pair of Martin boots made of dragon leather, would not look out of place even if he went to a rock concert.

"It's Bill!" Ron exclaimed happily, waving his hand vigorously.

Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and hugged her eldest son tightly, which moved Bill and felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay mom, you're making me breathless."

He broke away from Mrs. Weasley's arms, greeted his brothers separately, and winked at his little sister Ginny, who returned him a sweet smile.

After chatting with his relatives, Bill turned his attention to the three Clarks who were standing aside.

"How are you? Clark, these two are your friends?" Bill greeted them warmly.

Clark hurriedly introduced him, "Bill, this is my good friend Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom."

"Hello, Bill!" Hermione and Neville greeted him politely.

The crowd gathered together and walked out of the airport terminal under the leadership of Bill.

"Let's go to the place where we live first and put down the salute... Hey, what about your salute?" Bill then noticed that their hands were empty and they didn't even raise the salute.

"I brought this, so don't bother." Clark raised the magic suitcase in his hand.

Bill glanced enviously at his suitcase. "It's so convenient."

"Okay, then I'll show you the scenery of Cairo!" Bill said, leading them to the side of the road outside the airport.

"You know, in Egypt, wizards didn't fly with broomsticks, they usually used magic carpets.

But this is Muggle territory, and although the Egyptian Ministry of Magic officials don't care much about things, they still have to pay attention to the impact. "

The group stood in front of a white van parked on the side of the road.

It was a rare six-seater car in the UK, with the paint peeling off the exterior.

Bill was so happy to help them open the car door, "Come on, in order to pick you up, I specially borrowed this car from the company, and it has enough space inside!"

The space inside is really huge.

Clark and others all got into this minivan, and they didn't feel crowded. Obviously, like Mr. Weasley's flying car, this minivan was also cast with a traceless telescopic spell.

And compared to the van's shabby exterior, the interior is at least clean and tidy.

Clark, Neville, Ron, Fred, George and Percy sat comfortably side by side in the back row.

Hermione, the Weasleys, and Ginny sat in the second row, which had been magically extended to resemble a park bench, and the soft seats were extremely comfortable.

Bill Weasley sat in the passenger seat, and his Gringotts colleague Mehammed drove the car.

This is a typical Arab, with a high nose bridge, deep concave eyes, high brow bones, tanned skin, tall and thin, with a long beard and a white turban on his head.

He smiled and greeted Clark and the others, then started the engine, left the airport, and drove towards the city center.

The hotel Bill set for them is located near the Pyramid Scenic Area in the southwestern suburbs of Cairo, opposite the international airport in the northeast of Cairo, and needs to pass through most of the city.

As the van hit the road, the face of Cairo, a historic city with a long history, slowly unfolded in front of them.

Near the Cairo International Airport, Nares City is a relatively well-known wealthy area. Those who can settle here are small businessmen and officials with little wealth.

So I walked along a clean road, lined with manicured date palm trees on both sides, and all kinds of private cars that looked good.

However, as the van moves towards the city center, the clean and tidy scene outside the window gradually fades away, and the faces hidden under the modern skin of Cairo are gradually revealed.

First of all, they experienced the characteristics of Cairo - endless congestion!

As a transportation hub located in Europe, Asia and Africa, Cairo has always been the largest commercial distribution center in the entire Arab region.

The main reason is that the local social stability is much higher than the surrounding countries, so the population of Cairo has been expanding at an annual increase of 5-10%.

However, with the gradual increase in population, the modernization of downtown Cairo has been stagnant. The most intuitive manifestation is that the city lacks planning, the streets are generally chaotic and narrow, and the infrastructure is backward.

Clark and his party's van struggled through the narrow and crowded roads in the city center. Along the way, they were surprised to find that most of the streets of Cairo had no traffic lights.

Every driver driving on the highway is like a Schumacher who has not made his debut. Overtaking, avoiding cars, jamming, and collisions are almost fun.

The Arab guy Mehamd who drove for them is also a master. His driving skills are equally good. He can always find the way forward on the congested road and complete the task with a small gap that is almost beyond the visible.

Of course, sometimes even if there is no gap, he can perform miracles with all his strength and force his way out.

Clark finally knew where the concave and deflated marks on the van's shell came from.

Because everyone drives in disorder, it has formed a kind of spectacle, that is, everyone understands each other. Even if there is a collision, few car owners stop and argue. At most, they make an international general gesture, and then each Leave.

In the process of this difficult journey, everyone in the car saw it.

On both sides of the congested and cluttered roads, there are all kinds of shanty stalls selling fruits, groceries, snacks, and souvenirs, unscrupulously encroaching on the border of the road.

And walking through these cluttered stalls and traffic jams are the locals in broad robes, big sleeves and white scarves, as well as dilapidated motorcycles, loose tricycles, ancient donkeys and even mules and horses.

If you look farther, you will find that the city center of Cairo, far away from the wealthy area and the pyramid area, looks like a huge construction site full of noise, dirt and backwardness.

On both sides of the street, uncapped unfinished buildings can be seen almost everywhere, because people here believe that their family will continue to multiply and prosper, which will create new requirements for the family's living space.

And Egypt's unique tax law, which imposes heavy taxes on private houses once built, also prevents most Egyptians from capping their houses.

After the next generation is born, they will add one or more floors to the upper floors of their houses, so in such Egypt, building houses will always be in the present tense.

But such a fragmented, chaotic, and disorderly Cairo is the place where wealthy people from all over Africa want to settle.

Those shabby buildings with no architectural qualifications and no design at all are the paradise that the poorest people in Egypt yearn for.

Even in the eyes of these British wizards, the Cairo city center has a different kind of charm.

"This is Cairo. It is indeed the birthplace of magic. There is only one street in Diagon Alley, but there is such a large city here that is like Diagon Alley."

Ron, who had been looking out the window, couldn't help but exclaim, and George and Fred, who were sitting beside him, also held the same opinion.

"No, I think it's cooler than Diagon Alley. It's like Knockturn Alley everywhere. It's a mysterious place."

The twin brothers' words made Mrs. Weasley successfully seize the loophole, "George, Fred, when did you go to Knockturn Alley, didn't I say you are not allowed to go there!"

Looking at the noisy and playful crowd, Clark and Hermione could only stare at each other and smile bitterly.

Perhaps for wizards who are affected by the magic of chaos and still advocate chaos and disorder in their bones, the downtown Cairo in front of them is indeed no problem, and even a little pleasing to the eye.

But in the eyes of someone like Clark who has been to the Muggle world and experienced rapid economic and social development in his previous life, the scene in front of him is undoubtedly synonymous with poverty and backwardness.

Maybe he shouldn't have had any extra expectations here.

Not every ancient civilization can be as prosperous and prosperous as the Chinese civilization.

Even if the modern buildings in the city and the pyramids outside the city stand together on this land, the ancient Egyptians have already disappeared.

Now the new owners living in this ancient land are those Arabs who hold the Koran and worship with their butts on their backs. The gods of ancient Egypt have become history and relics just like their pyramids.

The culture of this city is faulty. For the new owners, it has never been their task to restore the glory of the ancient civilization, because the history of this ancient civilization has nothing to do with them.

Even if they worship the gods for eight hours a day~www.readwn.com~ that worship is not the gods of ancient Egypt.

Clark suddenly understood why the gods of the golden age disappeared into the long river of history.

Perhaps the connection between those gods and humans is closer than he imagined.

When civilization is gone, when faith is gone, even in the oldest Cairo, there is no trace of the existence of the gods.

There are only one plane and one plane of tourists from all over the world, who come here to see the strangeness.

Faced with such magical realism, even Clark didn't know what to say for a while.

It's just that the soul of the traveler suddenly reminded him of that distant eastern civilization, which is now slowly and firmly rising step by step.

They do not rely on any savior, nor do they rely on gods and emperors. Perhaps when the gods are gone, human beings can truly grasp their own happiness and create miracles of civilization.

"So, this is the most beautiful era of mankind!"