After a little repair, Bill took Aini to the entrance of the ruins.
It looks ordinary here, just an inconspicuous part of the sand sea.
But when Bill waved his wand, the sand in the center jumped to the sides, revealing the stone door.
But at this time, the door panel on the left had been broken into several pieces and fell into the corridor behind.
Aini stepped forward and took a look. The color of the fracture was very different from the outer skin.
Tsk tsk, I guess it was written by Lao Futou, he really has no archaeological awareness at all.
But after exploring another intact door, Aini looked at the broken pieces on the ground in surprise.
Even after thousands of years, the magic circle on the door is still functioning. You may be able to open the door in a tricky way, but it is still a bit difficult to destroy it by force.
But after the inspection, Aini discovered that Voldemort only used a spell and the solid door panel fell into pieces.
Even if he is not truly resurrected, he can still exert great power by relying only on Quirrell's not-so-excellent magical power.
Or maybe, everyone underestimated the guy who always seemed to be submissive.
"Is this the style of the Sleeping Land of Ancient Egypt?" After passing through the gate, Aini did not dare to move forward rashly. His eyes curiously glanced around, observing the style that he had never seen before.
"No." After replying, Bill immediately explained after seeing Aini's confused expression.
"Ancient Egyptian wizards, oh, their names are priests. Of course, every leader is also a powerful wizard. There is no difference in essence, just different names."
Bill pointed to a relief on the right and continued: "They are almost obsessed with pursuing the power of eternal life. The place of rest is the palace built by those people for their own resurrection. But if you look at these words, the function here is mainly to seal."
"Block, Styx, blasphemy, soul, isolation, dissipation..." Bill clicked on the hieroglyphs that were still clearly visible after thousands of years, telling the corresponding meanings.
"In English, it probably means that this place will become a place where the River Styx cannot flow, and the souls of the blasphemers will disperse in isolation. For the ancient Egyptians, it was the most vicious curse."
"Profound knowledge. As expected of a top student who has passed all subjects, he is actually proficient in ancient Egyptian." Aini praised sincerely, and his head hurt when he looked at the paintings-like things on the wall.
"Haha, you forgot, I have been dealing with these things since graduation. Although those goblins are not lovable, they are very knowledgeable about extinct civilizations."
Bill was very happy with the praise from his friends. He could almost be said to have grown up with all kinds of praise, but some words said by different people gave people completely different feelings.
"Of course those little dwarfs like extinct civilizations, and 'archeology' is one of their favorite things, especially if there is no owner yet. When the time comes, they just need to share some benefits with the local Ministry of Magic." Aini specially focused on the two words of 'archeology' The words were emphasized.
Bill shrugged. After working at Gringotts for several years, he naturally knew the virtues of goblins. Even he himself worked as an outside worker most of the time.
Turning on the magic perception to the maximum, Aini instantly entered another perspective.
On the yellow-toned underground palace in front of me, various colors of light emerged, and they were intertwined and twisted in many places. It seemed that they were trying their best to manifest something, but they failed every time and re-dispersed into a pile of scattered lights. color.
In fact, before the holiday, Aini had faintly noticed that his magic perception had changed. After experiencing Phoenix Nirvana, this feeling became more and more obvious, and he might break through to the next stage at any time.
But there was always a last-ditch effort, and the window paper could not be broken open.
Aini is not in a hurry about this. He feels that he will definitely be able to enter a new level within a month at the latest, and everything will be fine.
After all, his 17th birthday had just passed, so there was still plenty of time, right?
Looking at the direction of the magic power in the stone chamber, Aini couldn't help but sigh.
Many records have described that there once was a super-large magic node in the Giza Highlands, which was the result of the convergence of the essence of all Africa. It was a splendor that modern wizards could not imagine.
The abundance of magic power has also led the civilization here to embark on a path of supremacy of theocracy. The king and the priests are superior, and the common people will never have a way out.
Among the wizard seeds born among Muggles, those who are extremely talented will be absorbed into the temple after passing the examination. The best outcome for the rest is to become a spiritual craftsman.
If there are too many Muggle wizards in a certain year, the priest will declare that year to be the year of the God's curse, and all the children who show potential will be killed on this grounds.
These processes were repeated for many years before the Dark Ages, and eventually they tasted the consequences of their own brewing.
After that unknown era, the magic system of ancient Egypt was severely damaged, and it didn't take long for the declining civilization to collapse.
"Judging from the remaining traces, there was a lot of magic power here before. It's hard to believe that it was actually a place of execution." Aini sighed. Both the distribution of magic power and the scale of the building proved that the owner of this place must be a person. Big shot.
"The writing on the wall did not record the origin of the owner of the underground palace. When Dumbledore and I arrived last year, the coffin in the main room had disappeared." Bill also sighed with emotion. How could he have imagined that such a luxurious underground palace would be so valuable to its owner? To me, it is the most vicious torture.
"Looking at the records and decoration style, this underground palace was built probably in the 14th century BC, the late 18th Dynasty of the New Kingdom in ancient Egypt." Bill explained to Aini.
"Akhenaton? Sun God worship?" Upon hearing this time, Aini subconsciously thought of Amenhotep IV and the religious reform he promoted.
In the part of Egyptian history restored by the wizarding world, it was this famous religious reform that completely detonated the hidden dangers inherent in ancient Egypt.
"With a keen sense of touch, Dumbledore also speculated this way. However, judging from the surrounding texts, when the owner of the underground palace was sent in, the 'Glory Spirit of the Sun God' had probably been taken away by his god."
Bill glanced at Aini approvingly. Sure enough, talking to smart people will save a lot of saliva.
Ancient Egyptian wizards believed that names had special powers, so every pharaoh in the New Kingdom used five names.
'The radiant spirit of the sun god' is the name of Amenhotep IV, which is the free translation of his real name 'Akhnaton'.
In addition, he also has the name of king, the name of Horus, the name of golden Horus and the name of double goddess.
Names are a very important part of ancient Egyptian wizards. They believed that as long as there are people chanting their names in the world, their mark in the world will not disappear.
The creators of the now extremely rare name magic are the ancient Egyptians.
Sometimes people can obtain some records during the "archaeological" process. Although the ancient Egyptian magic system has completely died out with the involution, there are still some wizards with extraordinary talents who can gain something from it.
The so-called people with extraordinary talents naturally include Voldemort in his youth. It was what he gained while traveling in Egypt that made his name taboo in England.
