Half an hour later, they were heading towards the desert on camels.

Hermione had a good impression of Clemmy. During the casual conversation in the tavern, when Felix mentioned that Hermione had never ridden a camel before, Clemmy took them to the local market and rented three camels. Hermione picked a light yellow one. Then, Clemmy helped her choose a huge sun hat and a pair of Martin boots. After putting them on, she felt that she had become strange.

However, she still declined the "local food" recommended by Clemmy, because she had no appetite.

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

Suddenly, a pleasant coolness spread from her skin to her fingertips, and she woke up. In front of her was a square small box with a chain, which looked like a locket. She reached out and grabbed it, not feeling very cold. Turning back, Felix was nodding at her.

"I only brought one, a new product of the company, still in testing." He explained, "but it can cover twenty feet." He called Clemmy, and the three of them walked side by side. Clemmy was amazed at this little thing.

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

Hermione wore the locket, and her whole person was in high spirits. She was very interested in every detail she passed by, such as the plants growing on the stones in the sand pile, or the big geckos that suddenly jumped out. They also saw a gray snake. After walking

for about an hour, the three came to a tall pyramid. In the shadow, they could see seven or eight tents, surrounded by some scattered equipment. It looked like a small archaeological team.

Felix's heart moved: "Have you got the support of the local government?"

Kremi smiled and said: "Formal documents recognized by the government, but this is just a cover." They came to the tent camp and tied the camel to the wooden stake. Two people came out of the tent. Like Kremi, they were dressed to blend in with the locals. Felix also saw tourists taking pictures not far away.

"This is Faisal Abdul Ez Kampachi Duim-uh," Kremi looked at the man and asked awkwardly: "What's behind it?"

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

Kremi whispered to them: "Faisal's name has four sections, each of which is equivalent to our complete name. I wanted to introduce it formally..." But because it is not used often, I can't remember it at all.

Another middle-aged wizard with a brown smock on his shoulder said: "Just call me Rahman." He stretched out his hand and shook it with Felix.

After a brief greeting, they agreed to enter the pyramid at two o'clock in the afternoon. "We still have to wait for the headquarters to send someone." The middle-aged wizard explained.

Creme led Felix and Hermione to the back of the tent, "Professor Hepp, you can live in Bill's tent. His personal belongings have been taken away. Hermione and I can live together and chat."

"Bill Weasley is not here?" Felix asked. He suddenly remembered that Mrs. Weasley mentioned that her two sons, Bill and Charlie, would be back in a few days. Sure enough, Creme gave a consistent explanation.

"He's on vacation. The Quidditch World Cup is about to begin, and most people in the camp have asked for leave to go home," Clemens said, "Otherwise you old friends would have a lot to talk about when you meet again. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Quidditch, so I applied to stay."

Hermione's eyes turned when she heard Bill Weasley's name, "Is he Ron's older brother?"

Felix nodded at her, "Yes, he's a curse breaker at Gringotts here." He looked at Clemens again, "Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family." In the

remaining time, Clemens took out a thick little notebook and threw out all the accumulated questions. Felix answered them in no time, but Clemens was not in a good mood. He gave Hermione a look and made an excuse to go for a walk nearby.

In the tent, Clemens said to Hermione in a somewhat frustrated tone, "Gringotts has recruited a new Ravenclaw graduate, and her magic grades are particularly good."

"Who is it?"

Clemens said a name, and Hermione did not say anything. She had seen it when she was flipping through the papers. That person was not considered to be the best among this year's graduates. It can only be said that Clemens 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, did you know?" Hermione asked her tentatively.

"I'm not sure," Clemens said hesitantly, "When did it happen?"

"It should be recently. The name of the company is 'Future World'. Professor Lupin - oh, he used to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and now he is in charge of the Future World Company - he told me that the professor wants to transform the wizarding world." Hermione said mysteriously.

"Transform the wizarding world?" Clemens was surprised.

"I guess it should change the lives of wizards," Hermione said uncertainly, "I saw the magic lamp, and this little thing," she held 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 directly reflected in his books..."

They chatted and chatted, and Clemmy's expression was sometimes yearning and sometimes hesitant. On the other side, Felix walked around the Great Pyramid and saw tourists from different countries along the way, but there were not many people. He also helped a large family take pictures and received seven thanks.

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

According to his observations along the way, at least twelve people were suspected to be wizards-this was normal, after all, Cairo was the capital of Egypt, but what surprised him was that among these twelve people, five were dressed as witches. They wore exaggerated clothes and sold various occult items, such as amulets, voodoo dolls and the like.

Of course, those so-called occult objects did not have any trace of magic, otherwise they would not dare to show up so openly.

A pair of tourists passed by him, and Felix heard a few words between them -

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

"Really? Then you must try it!"

Felix blinked his eyes, and he followed behind the two people and came to a conspicuous tent with a long line. Felix stayed quietly for a while and heard a lot of magical stories about this fortune teller named "Seya Vera".

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

Although the line is long, the speed of progress is not slow. Many people left dejectedly within less than half a minute after entering.

An experienced person nearby said, "This is because the fate of this person is too obscure, and the witch is unwilling to spend the effort to help him." However, no one thought that the witch was incompetent and chose to leave. Instead, everyone believed her more.

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

Wajadu... divination...

Felix was thoughtful. Africa did have a branch of prophetic magic, witch sacrifice, but from what he knew, this kind of prophetic magic was not much better than black magic. It often came at the cost of damaging limbs, was difficult to recover, and the results were not necessarily accurate.

He found it incredible that a witch would actually do divination for ordinary people and openly do business.

He glanced at the line of people behind him and was a little surprised. Wasn't she afraid that she would suddenly die the next day? Or be taken away by the Ministry of Magic?

When it was his turn, almost an hour had passed. A calm female voice called across the tent: "Come in." Felix walked into the tent, isolated from the hot air outside, and intoxicated by the strong spices. He looked at the witch. There were six or seven palm-sized incense burners beside her, and all kinds of mystical items were messy around her. Most of them had no magical fluctuations. The few that were worthy of his attention were the gypsy witch herself, the crystal ball in front of the witch, and... the witch's purple hair.

That's right, in Felix's view, the magical brilliance blooming from the hair of this strange witch was no less than her own.

"We need to do a test. I won't spend my hard-earned spiritual power on, on--" She suddenly stuttered, and the witch, who had been pretending to be half-closed, suddenly opened her eyes.

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

Her voice was no longer calm and emotionless. Instead, she said in a low and hurried voice: "My wizard friend, I have a proper license and permission from the Ministry of Magic. Don't bother me..."

"Clang!"

Felix threw a small bag of gold Galleons to her. Several golden coins rolled mischievously on the table, slid off the edge of the table near the witch, and fell into the witch's hand.

"Will you take this?"

"Of course, big business." The witch carefully looked at the Galleons in her hand, shook the bag on the table, and said very experiencedly: "At least fifty Galleons. Are you a noble prodigal in Europe - ahem, a noble heir?"

She looked at Felix's appearance, 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 dispersed.

"Okay," the witch came back with a brisk step. She stretched and wiped her face with her hand. All kinds of thick grease and paint disappeared immediately, revealing a young brown face.

She looked to be in her twenties at most.

"You're not a gypsy witch?" Felix said with amusement.

The witch snorted disdainfully, "There are only Witches of Vagado here, no gypsy witches."

"I'm from England--"

"Just as I guessed." She took out a pear and started to eat it.

"A professor--"

"Kats Katz... Hogwarts?"

"At the invitation of Clemmy Vera--"

The witch finally put down the half-eaten pear, "You mean Clemmy? The little girl from Gringotts who was disguised as a scientific expedition team?"

Felix smiled and nodded.

"Since you were introduced by a friend, I definitely won't lie." The witch patted her chest and said, "Refitin, my name." She added, "Real name."

"Refitin," Felix chewed on the name, "Does it mean... a genius?"

"Don't you think so? I chose it myself." Refitin said, "When I was a child, I wandered around with a gypsy circus. One day in a dream, the dream messenger told me that I was the chosen one and was allowed to enter Uagadu to study magic. When I woke up, I found myself holding a stone with an inscription in my hand."

"It's the standard admissions process."

"Yes, but I was young at the time and thought I was the chosen one, so I urgently chose a nice name for myself, looking forward to it day and night, waiting to show my talents. But after I went in, I found that there were nearly a thousand people in the same batch..." she said self-deprecatingly.

"Then why did you choose divination?"

Refidin scratched his head. "Maybe it was influenced by my childhood. I didn't choose the traditional strong subjects of Ugadu - Transfiguration, Potions, Alchemy and Astronomy, but chose the obscure divination. However, I am indeed a genius and improved this extremely dangerous black magic."

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

"Yes, but there is only so much hair, I have to be frugal. Do you have any shampoo to recommend?"

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

I have heard of the latter one." Refidin said.

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

Refedin quickly shook his head, "No, no, I can't predict for wizards."

"The cost is too high?"

"Did you see that burning hair? Before I graduated, I wanted to do divination for the principal, and your result was the same." Refedin made a burning gesture, "My teacher pulled a handful of my hair and told me that if I did divination for a powerful wizard, I would lose my life!"

She picked up the pear again, "This was the last lesson she taught me, and then I graduated. Later I found out that it was difficult for someone like me to find a job, so I thought, since the cost of divination for wizards is too high, what about ordinary people?"

"So you chose here? To predict for tourists?"

"Very smart, isn't it? I carefully select the subjects of divination and make vague predictions. There are always people whose trajectory is easier to judge. I also use these things as disguise, and ordinary people recognize this..." She pointed to the various mystical items in the tent, "It cost a total of 2,000 Egyptian pounds."

"Less than a hundred pounds, it's really cheap. But you said before that you had obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic--" Felix was very curious, whether this was considered a violation of the confidentiality law and exposing the magical world.

"How should I put it?" Refedin looked at him with a distressed expression, "I know about the confidentiality law. You want to ask this, right? But the situation in each country is different..."

She bit the core of the pear with her teeth, swiped her hands left and right, and said vaguely: "In Africa, mysticism is very popular, and it is difficult to distinguish true from false. Everyone is accustomed to it and is not surprised. I was even invited by the tribal leader to share my experience in praying for rain."

"Can you pray for rain?"

"They can't either! When the time comes, show off your skills and praise each other a few times, you will get a lot of gold."

Felix was amazed. These things can't be seen or heard in the black market. The two chatted for a while. Before leaving, Refidin stopped him.

"Are you the helper that Crimi called for help?" she asked cautiously.

"How do you know?"

"This incident is quite a big deal. The man was almost not saved. I went to take a look. His face was swollen like a coconut and covered with weeds..."

She looked at the Galleons on the table and gritted her teeth. "Since you paid me two months' salary, I will help you take a look - but I won't tell fortunes for you! Don't even think about it!"

"What do you mean?"

"Call other people to come with you into the pyramid. The weaker the better."

Ten minutes later, Hermione sat in front of Reffitin with a blank look on her face. Reffitin changed back into his gypsy outfit with painted patterns on his face.

"There are only three of us here." Felix said with a smile.

"This is respect for magic." Reffitin retorted seriously.

Hermione asked timidly: "That... Professor? What are we going to do?"

"Divination, child, I want to do a divination for you." Reffitin said in a calm and distant voice, which reminded Hermione of Trelawney, who pretended to be a ghost in school.

Are all the fortune tellers in the world cut from the same mold?

Rafitin stared at Hermione carefully. "I need a strand of your hair... You have a lot of hair, but the quality is not very good." She suddenly reached out and pulled off a few strands of hair. "Ouch!" Hermione screamed in pain and glared at her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll treat you to a pear later." Rafitin comforted her, twisting Hermione's hair. The brown hair kept twisting, and where Rafitin's fingers touched, it kept solidifying into silver-white, like a silver thread.

When the edge of the hair was completely solidified, Rafitin let go, and the hair was like a fragile porcelain hitting the black velvet on the table and shattered.

Rafitin held her breath and carefully observed the powder, twisting it with her fingers from time to time.

"Strange..." she said.

"Ha, this answer is not surprising to me." Hermione muttered and reached out to rub her head.

"No, I'm surprised that your figure is hidden in the fog and not very clear, but... it's not unprecedented before." Rafitin shrugged, "Don't worry, you are safe this time, at least you are safe."

"I really embarrass you." Hermione showed a sarcastic expression, she felt a little sorry for her hair. "

You're welcome." Rafitin showed her a face-changing technique in front of her, which made Hermione stunned and even forgot to refuse the pear she handed over.

On the way back, Hermione asked about Rafitin's origins. Felix briefly explained that when they returned to the camp, they saw a short figure in a suit, about three or four feet tall, with a pair of pointed ears.

If the skin color didn't match, he almost thought it was Dobby, the house elf. But it was actually a goblin, a goblin from Gringotts.