Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

And what a coincidence.

They're almost all taverns.

This kind of gathering place's tradition seems to truly be ancient.

At noon, Ian walked into a riverside tavern. The mud-brick walls were painted with murals of harvest dances, and in the corner, a few foreign merchants were gambling with dice.

The air was filled with the scent of beer and some unknown spice. He ordered a cup of palm wine and sat by the window, observing the street scene. Soon, two dancers in translucent linen robes approached.

"Handsome foreigner~" one of the girls with a gold nose ring twirled her hair with a finger, "Would you like to hear a song? Only a copper coin."

Ian smiled and flipped her a silver coin: "I'd rather hear some... special stories. Like, about your gods."

The dancers exchanged a glance, the girl with the gold nose ring lowered her voice: "Which god are you asking about? If it's praises of Amun, we wouldn't dare sing them—temple spies are everywhere."

"Then tell me about one that's not so 'mainstream'." Ian swirled his wine, "Like Set?"

Both dancers shivered simultaneously.

"Shh!" the other dancer, with blue eyeliner on her face, looked around nervously, "The Storm God's name shouldn't be mentioned lightly! Especially not recently..."

"Recently?"

The girl with the gold nose ring leaned close to Ian's ear, her breath sweet with wine: "On the night of the full moon last month, someone saw a giant silhouette of a jackal in the western desert, along with a thunderstorm... Everyone's saying Set is coming back."

Ian squinted his eyes. Set—the Egyptian god of chaos, the murderer of Osiris, exiled to the desert by Horus. If this god is indeed active, it's information worth watching. Just as he thought about pressing further, the tavern door was suddenly flung open!

"Boom!"

Three priests with shaved heads and white robes strode in, the sacred serpent ornaments on their foreheads gleaming in the sunlight. The leading priest held a staff embedded with a scarab at the top.

His gaze swept across the room like an eagle.

"In the name of Amun-Ra!" he raised the staff high, "Last night, a desecrator infiltrated Karnak Temple, stealing offerings from the holy altar! Anyone who provides information will be rewarded ten ingots!"

The tavern instantly became chaotic. Ian noticed the two dancers shrunk pale-faced into a corner, and the one-eyed amulet seller had already slipped out the back door unbeknownst to him.

What's more eye-catching—the scarab on the priest's staff began to glow, and increasingly so.

"Found it!"

The priest suddenly turned towards Ian's direction, the scarab bursting into a blinding golden light.

"The desecrator is here—"

It was obvious that the local gods had already noticed Ian and were trying to use their followers to drive Ian away, which is why they set up this somewhat absurd show.

Ian sighed.

At the moment the scarab locked onto him, he snapped his fingers.

Snap!

The scarab's glow abruptly extinguished.

All the lights in the tavern dimmed simultaneously for a moment. When the light returned, the priests stood bewildered, while Ian's seat was already vacant.

At the original spot.

Only a half-finished cup of palm wine remained.

"Wha-what happened?"

The staff priest shook the scarab vigorously.

"Just now it clearly..." his expression was bewildered, unable to remember what had occurred. It was evident that the Little Wizard had wiped the memories of those present before leaving.

For a Legendary Wizard, this was not a difficult task.

As the sunset turned the pyramids blood-red.

Ian stood atop an abandoned granary in the western city, gazing at the local temple lights in the distance.

"The expulsion order has been issued to me, but I still need to find my mission target." Ian wasn't annoyed at the gods, as the activities of a Legendary Wizard indeed tended to unsettle them.

It must be known.

The reason Legendary Wizards are legendary is that even the weakest among them can overpower all other wizards.

And the best among legends can even threaten the lives of the gods. In such a scenario, the mysterious legend appearing in this region of Ancient Egypt certainly wouldn't make the local divine spirits happy.

"The fragment of the Eye of the Ra... is most likely deep within the temple." He rubbed the temple layout map he pilfered from the barman, "As for the Nether River Oar, I might have to try my luck at the Osiris Temple in Abydos."

As for the Pharaoh's Curse Gold Foil?

He glanced at the money bag at his waist—it contained information "borrowed" from a black market trader: a recent batch of stolen Pharaoh's tomb funerary items was circulating in the underground black market of Thebes.

Although it was just an acquisition from the periphery, it indicated that there was a place to raid tombs.

"Whether it's aliens or extraordinary beings..." Ian chuckled softly, his figure gradually merging into the twilight, "Tomorrow, I shall visit and learn about the customs of your place."

The night wind blew across the Nile River, carrying the distant howls of hyenas, hurling sand onto the desert outside Thebes. Ian set out overnight, starting his journey based on the information he had scoured from memory.

It was a lengthy process, lasting a full eight to nine hours. It must be noted that Ian, transformed into a Raven, could fly fast, but the desert environment indeed made it difficult to navigate.

Of course.

Luckily, Ian finally found his destination—standing on a sand dune, he gazed at the faint outline of the Pyramid in the distance. This tomb belonged to Ramses III and glowed an eerie pale blue in the moonlight.

Like a giant beast lying in wait.

According to the black market trader's information, a recent batch of stolen Pharaoh's funerary items was circulating in the underground market, and the most precious among them was a "Cursed Gold Foil" engraved with Pictographic Spells.

Unfortunately, when the black market traders attempted to find the tomb-robbing gang, they had already been executed by the Temple Guards three days prior, and the gold foil had been resealed back into the Pyramid.

"Now, I'm Ian of the Nine Ancient Schools." Ian sighed, gently stroking the Temple map he had "acquired" from a tavern, which detailed the structure of the Unas Pyramid.

On the outskirts of the Pyramid, a team of heavily armed guards patrolled along the stone-built walls. They held Bronze Spears, wore Scarab Amulets at their waists, and scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Legend had it that the Pharaoh's tomb was protected by the Divine Power of Anubis, and any desecrator would face the attack of "Ghouls"—grave robbers consumed by the curse, transforming into half-human, half-jackal monsters, forever wandering the tomb's perimeter. It sounded terrifyingly mysterious, but Ian had no interest in entangling with the guards.

"Just the result of biological transformation."

In Ian's view, everything had a reasonable Wizard's explanation.

With a light snap of his fingers, his figure gradually blurred, turning into a thin grey mist, silently drifting past the guards' line of sight, gliding along the sand towards the Pyramid's entrance.

At the Pyramid's entrance, a massive stone carved with hieroglyphs blocked the passage seamlessly. Ian pulled a "Destructive Rune" from Greece out of his pocket and was about to cast a spell when he suddenly frowned.

"Wait..." His silver-grey right eye noticed faint scratches on the stone wall, "This is... a trapdoor?"

His fingers gently traced over specific areas of the hieroglyphs, and the entire stone silently slid inward. More strangely, the walls inside the passage were slowly moving, the stones shifting positions as if alive.

"Maze Curse."

Ian whistled.

"It seems this Pharaoh invited a High Tier Priest to cast the spell, or rather, an Advanced Wizard to cast the spell." From the money bag, he retrieved a "Destructive Rune" from Greece, lightly pressing it into the stone crevice. The rune glowed with a ghostly blue light, the molecular structure of the rock began to disintegrate, and within seconds, the sealing stone crumbled into fine sand, cascading down.

Different civilizations birthed different achievements.

Sometimes, the magic crystals of other civilizations were extraordinarily effective elsewhere. Just as Ian stepped into the Pyramid, the entrance automatically grew new massive stones, closing it up.

It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating the tomb.

"What is that?"

A narrow passage lay ahead of him, walls inscribed with hieroglyphs, and every ten steps, a bronze oil lamp illuminated with a ghostly green light without a visible flame.

"As expected, there are many traps."

Ian squinted, the eyes of a Legendary Wizard piercing the darkness, revealing things unseen by ordinary people—numerous fine gold threads floated in the air.

They crisscrossed the passage like a spider's web.

"An instant death curse thread?"

He remarked with admiration.

"The Pharaohs' imagination truly remains unchanged through millennia."

Ian knew the Wizards of Ancient Egypt were masters of curses. With a flick of his fingertips, a silver-grey magic power sliced like a blade, instantly severing all the gold threads, dispersing them into nothingness.

Of course.

The crisis had not been fully resolved.

Through the corridor, Ian entered a square burial chamber. In the center of the floor lay a sarcophagus inlaid with Turquoise, while the densely packed holes in the walls made one's scalp tingle.

Inside.

They were all Scarabs.

"Good stuff!"

This was the moment when Ian, the Master of Magic Potions, took charge.

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