Half an hour later, they sat on camels and marched towards the desert.

Hermione had a good impression of Cremy. During the chat in the tavern, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never rode a camel before, Cremy took them to the local market and rented three camels. Hermione chose a light yellow one. Then, Cremy helped her choose a huge sun hat and changed into a pair of Martin boots. After putting it on, she felt that she became strange.

However, she still politely declined the "local delicacy" recommended to her by Cremi, and she had no appetite when she looked.

In front of her was an endless sea of ​​sand, and the dunes were connected together in a gentle way. She quickly lost the sense of distance. Looking back, she could still see the buildings in the city from afar. The sun became hot, and when there was no wind, the air was like a huge steamer.

Suddenly, a pleasant coolness connected from her skin to her fingertips. She woke up suddenly, and a small box with a box with a chain floated in front of her, looking like a locket. She reached out to grab it, but she didn't feel very cold. Turning back, Felix was nodding to her.

"I only brought one new product from the company, and it's still under testing," he explained, "but it can cover twenty feet." He called out Cremy, and the three of them walked side by side, and Cremy was amazed by the little thing.

"We have similar magic in our tent, but it can't be used after entering the pyramid."

Hermione wore a locket and became energetic. She was very interested in every detail she passed by, such as plants growing on stones in the sand pile, or the big gecko that suddenly jumped out, and they also saw a gray snake.

After walking for about an hour, the three of them came to a tall pyramid. In the shadows, they could see seven or eight tents surrounded by some scattered equipment, which looked like a small archaeological team.

Felix's heart moved: "Did you get the support of the local government?"

Cremy smiled and said, "The formal documents recognized by the government, but this is just a cover-up." They came to the tent camp, tied the camel to the wooden stakes, and walked out of the tent. They were like Cremy, dressed completely into the local area. Felix also saw tourists taking photos not far away.

"This is Faisal Abdul Iz Campachi Duim--uh," Cremy looked at the man and asked awkwardly: "What's behind?"

The young man muttered, "You should call me Faisal."

Cremy whispered to them: "Faisal's name has four sections, each section is equivalent to our complete name. I originally wanted to introduce it formally..." As a result, because it was not used frequently, I couldn't remember it at all.

The middle-aged witch with a brown blouse on her shoulder said, "Just call me Rahman." He stretched out his hand and held it with Felix.

After some greetings, they agreed to enter the pyramid at 2 pm and "and wait for the headquarters to send someone." The middle-aged witch explained.

Cremy brought Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Hepp, you live in Bill's tent, take away all his personal belongings, Hermione lives with me, and just talk."

"Isn't Bill Weasley here?" Felix asked, and he suddenly thought that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned that her two sons, Bill and Charlie, would be back in a few days. Sure enough, Cremy gave a consistent explanation.

"He is on vacation, and the World Cup in Quidditch is about to begin. Most people in the camp take leave and go home," Cremy said. "Otherwise, your old friends will reunite and have a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I was not interested in Quidditch, so I applied to stay."

Hermione heard Bill Weasley's name and her eyes turned, "Is it Ron's big brother?"

Felix nodded at her, "Yes, he is here to be a curse solver in Gringott." He looked at Cremy again, "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasleys."

For the rest of the time, Cremy took out a thick notebook and threw out all the accumulated questions. Felix took little time to answer them clearly, but Cremy was not in a good mood. He gave Hermione a look and made an excuse to say he would go around nearby.

In the tent, Cremy said to Hermione with some frustration: "Gringot has recruited a new graduate of Ravenclaw, and her magical scores are particularly good."

"Who is it?"

Cremy said a name, but Hermione didn't say anything. She saw it when she was turning the paper. That person was not the best among this year's graduates. It can only be said that Cremy graduated too early and did not catch up with the professor's thinking classroom and a series of magical teaching methods.

"The professor has opened a new company, do you know?" Hermione asked her tentatively.

"I don't know very well," Cremy said hesitantly, "when did it happen?"

"It should be recently that the company's name is 'Future World'. Professor Lupin - Oh, he used to be a professor of black magic defense at Hogwarts, and now he is responsible for managing the Future World Company - he told me that the professor wants to transform the magic world." Hermione said in a divine manner.

"Change the magic world?" Cremy was shocked.

"I guess it should be a change in the life of a wizard," Hermione said uncertainly. "I saw the magic lamp and this little thing," she carried the chain of the small box around her neck. "I guess the professor must have studied the technological products of the Muggle world in depth, which is very direct in his book..."

They chatted, Cremy's expression was sometimes longing and sometimes hesitant. On the other side, Felix walked around the Great Pyramid and saw tourists from different countries along the way, but not many people. He also helped the whole family take photos and received seven thanks.

In an inconspicuous hidden corner of the pyramid, he sensed the traces of magic, 'This should be the entrance.' Felix thought, but what he was even more curious about was the environment of Egypt's magical world.

According to his observation along the way, at least twelve people were suspected to be wizards - this is normal. After all, Cairo is the capital of Egypt, but what surprised him was that five of the twelve people were dressed in witches. They wore exaggerated clothes and sold various mystical objects, such as amulets, voodoo dolls, etc.

Of course, those so-called mystical objects have no trace of magic, otherwise they would not dare to appear in a swagger.

A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a sentence or two between them-

"I heard... the gypsy witch... is very famous..."

"Is that so? Then you must try it!"

Felix blinked his eyes, and he stood behind the two of them and came to a conspicuous tent, with a long line in line. After Felix stayed quietly for a while, he heard a lot of magical deeds about the fortune teller named "Seyavila".

It is said that her crystal ball and tarot divination are particularly effective, and many people came from all the way just to see her.

Although the team was long, the speed of progress was not slow. Many people left dejectedly in less than half a minute after entering.

An experienced person next to him said, "This is because this person's fate is too obscure, and the witch is unwilling to spend his energy to help him." However, no one thought the witch was insignificant and chose to leave, and everyone believed it more.

Felix was also very curious. He had just switched to the magic perspective and there was indeed an obscure inspiration in the tent, which showed that the person inside was a real wizard.

Vagadu...Divine...

Felix thoughtfully. Africa does inherit a branch of prophetic magic, the Witch Sacrifice. But he learned that this prophetic magic is not much better than black magic. It is often at the cost of damaging the limbs and is difficult to recover, and the result may not be accurate.

He found it incredible that a witch could divine ordinary people and openly started a business.

He glanced at the queue behind him, and was a little amazed. She wasn't afraid that she would suddenly die the next day? Or was she taken away by people from the Ministry of Magic?

When it was his turn, almost an hour had passed, and a calm female voice shouted through the tent: "Come in." Felix walked into the tent, the hot air outside was isolated, and the strong spices made people drunk. He looked at the witch, and there were six or seven palm-sized incense burners beside her, surrounded by various mysterious objects, most of which were without magic fluctuations, and a few that deserved his attention were the gypsy witch himself, the crystal ball in front of the witch, and... the witch's purple hair.

That's right, in Felix's sight, the magical brilliance that bloomed on the hair of this strange witch was no less than her.

"We need to do a test. I will not spend the hard-earned spiritual power on--" She suddenly stuttered, and the witch, who was pretending to behave, opened her eyes suddenly.

Under Felix and her gaze, a hair on the witch's head suddenly broke and burned out of thin air.

Her voice was no longer Gujing Wubo, and she was not moved at all. Instead, she said in a low voice and hurried voice: "This wizard friend, I have a serious license and have received permission from the Ministry of Magic. Don't cause trouble for me..."

"Clang!"

Felix threw her a small bag of golden galons, and several golden coins rolled mischievously on the table, skewed, sliding down from the edge of the table close to the witch, and landing in the witch's hands.

"Is this accepted?"

"Of course, a big business." The witch looked at the Garon in her hand carefully, then slammed the bag on the table, and said with great experience: "At least fifty Garons, are you the noble prodigal prodigal in Europe - ahem, the heir of the noble?"

She looked at Felix's appearance and her eyes paused slightly on his black hair and blue eyes. Before he answered, she stood up from her seat, walked out of the tent, and said a few words to the people outside, and the crowd gradually dissipated.

"Okay," the witch came back with a brisk step. She stretched her waist and wiped her face with a thick grease. The painted paint immediately disappeared, revealing a young brown-black face.

She looks at most in her twenties.

"Are you not a gypsy witch?" Felix said hilariously.

The witch let out a disdainful hum, "There are only Vagado witches here, no gypsy witches."

"I'm from the UK—"

"It's almost the same as I guess." She took out a pear and started gnawing.

"It's a professor—"

"Katzkatz...Hogwarts?"

“At invitation from Cremi Vera—”

The witch finally put down the half-chewed pear, "You mean Cremy? The little girl from Gringott under the guise of a scientific expedition team?"

Felix nodded with a smile.

"Since it was introduced by a friend, I will never lie." The witch patted her breasts and said, "Rifetin, my name." She added, "Real name."

"Riftyn," Felix chewed the name, "which means...a wizard?"

"Don't it? I took it myself." Refetin said. "When I was a kid, I wandered around with a gypsy circus. One day in my dream, the dream messenger told me that I was the chosen one and was allowed to enter Vacatu to learn magic. When I woke up, I found myself holding a stone with an inscription in my hand."

“Standard admissions process.”

"Yes, but I was young at that time and thought I was the chosen one, so I urgently gave myself a nice name, looking forward to it day and night, waiting to show my strength. As a result, after I entered, I found that nearly a thousand people were admitted to the same group..." She said self-deprecatingly.

"Then why did you choose to divine?"

Refetin scratched his head: "Maybe it was influenced by my childhood. I did not choose the traditional powerful subjects of Vacatu - transformation, potions, alchemy and astronomy, but chose the remote divination. However, I am indeed a genius who has improved this extremely dangerous black magic."

"Use hair as the cost of casting?" Felix asked. Compared with the original version that often damages the limbs, this improvement is indeed very smart.

"Yes, but there's only so much hair. I have to save some money. Do you have any shampoos that you recommend?"

"Well... I know someone, his bird snake egg shampoo is good, but you probably can't buy it. Porter's is also good-"

"I've heard of the one behind," said Rifetin.

"Since you have improved the magic of witch sacrifice prophecy, can you make a prophecy for me?" Felix asked softly.

Refetin shook his head quickly, "No, no, I can't prophecy for the wizard."

“The cost is too high?”

"Did you see that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do divination for the principal, and your results were the same." Refetin made a burning move. "My teacher pulled my hair and told me that if I divine the powerful wizard, I would even lose my life!"

She picked up the pear again, "This is the last lesson she taught for me, and I graduated after that. Later I realized that it is difficult to find a job like me, so I thought, since the price of paying for wizards to divinate is too high, what about ordinary people?"

"So you chose this place? Divination for tourists?"

"I'm very smart, aren't I? I carefully select the divination object and make vague prophecies. There are always people's trajectories to judge. I also use these things as disguise, and secular people recognize this..." She pointed to various mystical objects in the tent, "It cost a total of 2,000 Egyptian pounds."

"It's really cheaper than a hundred pounds. However, you said before, you obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic-" Felix was very curious whether this violated the secret law and exposed the magic world.

"How do you say it?" Rifetin looked at him and showed a distressed expression. "I know the secret law. You want to ask this, right? But the situation in each country is different..."

She bit the pear core with her teeth, scratched her hands with her left and right, and said vaguely: "In Africa, mysticism is very popular, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Everyone is used to it. It is not surprising. I was even invited by the tribe leader to share my experience in praying for rain."
To be continued...