When Allen took off the mummy's golden mask, the ancient Egyptian noble who had been sleeping for god knows how many years finally revealed his true face.
The mummy was wrapped tightly, and the skin on his face had cracked. It was black, like a piece of shriveled leather.
His eye sockets were filled with black resin, and his nostrils were stuffed with cloth rolls.
The biggest focus on his face was his mouth full of buckteeth, which reminded Allen of the stone statue outside the door that could not be neatly aligned.
A sour smell entered Allen's nose.
It was a rotten smell, the smell of old rotting earth, the smell of death.
Allen couldn't help but hold his breath.
Nancy, on the other hand, felt dizzy and almost couldn't maintain her balance.
Her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground.
Allen hurried to her side and fed her the antidote he had stored.
"Ugh — it's so disgusting! What did you give me? "The smell was so shocking that Nancy couldn't help but retch a few times.
"Although it's disgusting, it can save your life!" Allen handed the rest of the antidote to Nancy.
Although Nancy was unruly, she still thanked Allen and held the antidote bottle tightly in her hand.
Nancy's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of astonishment.
Allen hurriedly turned to look. Ron had picked up the mummy's mask at some point and put it on his face.
"Ron, why are you so naughty? Stop playing, be careful not to get yourself into trouble! "
Allen was completely convinced. What a reckless Gryffindor!
He was as naughty as his twin brother.
Ron's magic wand slipped from his hand to the ground, and his entire body trembled.
"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Allen sensed that something was wrong and quickly rushed forward, wanting to take off the mask on Ron's face.
However, the mask seemed to be firmly planted on Ron's face, and no matter how hard Allen tried, he couldn't take it off.
Ron stopped trembling and said in an extremely strange tone, "Tetru — Teteki — Keri — Khala!"
"What are you talking about?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Allen realized what Ron was chanting!
The resurrection spell on the door!
Nancy suddenly let out an extremely frightened scream.
Allen heard slow, dragging footsteps behind him.
Allen quickly turned around and saw the mummy in the golden coffin walking stiffly towards him.
Its hollow eyes, which were covered in resin and tar, stared straight at Allen and grinned hideously at Allen.
Tap tap … tap tap …
Only the sound of the mummy's feet could be heard in the entire tomb.
Slowly, he raised his arms and made a terrible cracking sound.
Allen raised his wand, intending to tear the Mummy into pieces!
But a pair of hands gripped his throat tightly.
Allen caught a glimpse of the corner of the golden mask flashing past his ear.
It was actually Ron!
Allen's wand also fell to the ground. He tried to pry the hand off his neck with both hands, but Ron's strength was unexpectedly great.
For a moment, Allen couldn't get rid of it!
The ugly and terrifying mummy was getting closer and closer to Allen.
Suddenly, the hand that was gripping Allen's throat loosened, and Ron's body tilted and fell to the ground.
Behind him was Nancy, who was holding a mahogany chest high.
She stood motionless in place, gasping for breath and staring at the terrible shadow in front of Allen.
"Cough – cough –" Allen cleared his throat and backed away from the mummy and Ron.
With a clang, the mahogany chest fell from Nancy's hands.
Nancy stood motionless, her hands pressed tightly to her cheeks.
Allen grabbed her arm and pulled her to his side.
"Thank you, Nancy! You saved me. "Allen whispered.
"But Ron! Ron won't be killed by me, will he? "Nancy's throat was tight with fear, and her whole body began to tremble.
"No, no, he's a Magus!" Allen comforted her.
With a thud, the mask on Ron's face fell to the ground.
The mummy suddenly let out a hoarse and sharp voice, "Thank you, my slave!"
Nancy wanted to open her mouth and scream, but she couldn't make a sound.
She stared in horror at the mummy that was approaching step by step.
"Who are you?" Allen asked vigilantly.
"Who am I?" The mummy sneered. Allen actually read pride on his rotten face!
"I am the great Emperor Tutankhamun, and the greatest prophet in history!" Tutankhamun straightened his chest that was wrapped in linen.
Seeing that Allen and the mummy seemed to be chatting happily, Nancy's fear lessened slightly.
She grabbed Allen's collar and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"He said his name is Tutankhamun, the great prophet," Allen explained softly.
"I have waited for this day for too long!" Tutankhamun said. "I have waited for so many centuries, my slave."
He raised his creaking arms, as if he was hugging the sun.
"I know that one day, you will open my tomb, and we will be together forever."
Tutankhamun waved his hand, and Ron's wand flew into his hand.
He looked at the wand for a while, his terrifying face flashing with excitement. He said loudly, "As your reward for reviving me, I allow you to be my slaves forever."
Allen looked at him warily, waiting for an opportunity to retrieve his wand.
Tutankhamun seemed to be in some kind of fantasy, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
"I'm back! I'm revived! I have so much power, so much wealth, and I will continue to rule Egypt, just like four thousand years ago! "
Ron groaned, and hugged his head to wake up.
He stood up shakily, and realized that the mummy could actually walk and talk!
Before he could feel fear, he shouted angrily, "Give me back my wand!"
Ron actually rushed in front of the mummy, and reached out to snatch it back. "It's mine, give it back to me."
Tutankhamun let out a cold laugh from his throat.
"You won't need it anymore," he said softly, and pointed the wand at Ron.
Just as Ron successfully attracted Tutankhamun's attention, Allen quickly rushed out and picked up his wand.
"Remove your weapon!" Tutankhamun was sent flying by the huge force of the curse, and the wand in his hand flew out.
Ron rushed forward with unprecedented courage, picked up his wand, and pointed it at Tutankhamun.
Tutankhamun quickly stood up, the linen cloth on his body in tatters dragging on the ground, revealing his shriveled body.
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