The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The next day, Hermione woke up to find herself lying in Tom's arms, his breaths steady and long, spraying on the back of Hermione's neck, warm and moisturizing on her dry skin. A touch of warmth came.

"Get up," Hermione rolled over and faced Tom, first poking at the soft flesh under his ribs, then reaching for his nose.

After being teased like this, Tom woke up. When I opened my eyes, it was Hermione's smiling face, and it was a beautiful start to the day. The two looked at each other like this, and Tom noticed that Hermione's lips seemed to be chapped in the desert sand, so he moistened her lips very intimately.

After the moisturizing, both of them laughed.

Others have also woken up. When Tom and Hermione came outside, Dr. Hunter was standing outside with his student Alan smoking a cigarette.

Hearing footsteps, the two stopped talking and turned to look over.

Tom was taken aback when he saw Dr. Hunter, because it's hard to make the connection between the languid and depressed uncle in front of you and the high-spirited Dr.

Will's death hit him hard. Will was his great disciple, and Hal Hunter didn't know how much effort he put into him, but it ended up being damaged in this ancient city. Regardless of the personal feelings between the two, Will's death also ruined Dr. Hunter's future.

Seeing that it was Tom coming over, Dr. Hunter cheered up and bowed his thanks. Apparently Alan had told Dr. Hunt what had happened yesterday. With Dr. Hunter's wisdom, it is natural to guess that there must be some connection between the strange dog who saved him before and the boy in front of him.

When Tom and Hermione woke up, the remnants of the expedition could gather and sit down for a meeting.

Their top priority is to count the supplies they brought out when they fled for their lives yesterday. In the desert, it is impossible to do without supplies.

"The camels have all run away." The old man Yushadu said bad news. Without camels, it is basically impossible for the remaining people to walk out of the desert with all their tails.

"Call for help." Dr. Hunter took out his satellite phone, only to find that his usual reliable satellite phone had failed here. He just remembered that Allen had told him before that all the electronic equipment here had failed.

"Electronics malfunctioning..." Hermione felt an abnormality, a feature that reminded her of Hogwarts.

The seven also discovered something even worse: Not only did they lose their means of transportation, but the supplies on their camel's back. When they were fleeing for their lives yesterday, not everyone took their backpacks. At present, there are only four backpacks in the seven people's hands, and most of the bags are some clothes and the like.

The remnants of the expedition were desperate for fresh water and food.

Tom also has a big head. Yesterday he patronized and took Hermione to escape, but he didn't take his backpack! But Hermione smiled at Tom, walked to the four bags, took out her own bag, and then took out Tom's small backpack from her bag.

She shook the backpack in her hand proudly, and said happily: "Your backpack, I took it with me when I ran out!"

Tom: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

You can always trust Hermione Granger.

He took his backpack and took out a lot of supplies in front of everyone.

Mineral water, lunch meat, brewed rice, dehydrated vegetables, solid fuel...

When he took out a large package of toilet paper, Allen couldn't help it, "Are you Doraemon?" He said what most people felt. 【Note 1】

These supplies of Tom have solved the urgent need. After some discussion, everyone decided to go to the city to search for the remaining camels, and then venture to the place where they camped yesterday to see if they could get back some of the supplies.

There was no controversy about the first half of the process, but after that, everyone was slightly divided. Mainly, both Alyosha and Yusha felt that they should find camels and supplies and immediately evacuate the ancient city, but Alan was a little unwilling: after finally finding this relic, he escaped the pursuit of magical animals with a near-death life, but he ended up empty-handed. return?

Who knows if I can come in next time? He may have learned an ancient text in the East called "Peach Blossom Spring". The fisherman found a village hundreds of years ago, but the next time he looked for it, he couldn't find it. This story has such a strong sense of sight that when Alyosha said, "Anyway, the ancient city is here, we can find it next time we come", he mustered up the courage to firmly oppose it.

Just when they were arguing and blushing and their necks were thick, Sarah shouted, attracting their attention.

"What is that?" She pointed at the yellow sand and shouted.

Everyone was attracted by her, and they took out their binoculars to check.

The center of the city's ruins is very strange, a large sandy field, about 3 kilometers wide. When they came here last night, the light was dim, and they didn't even notice what was in the sand. The storm has stopped today, the sun is shining and the visibility is good. This led Sarah to spot an anomaly in the sand: there seemed to be something in it, but it was too far apart for them to see.

They looked through the telescope and found a slate in the middle of the sand.

Allen squatted on the edge of the sand, grabbed a handful of sand, and let the sand slide down his hand.

"Very fine sand." He stood up, took a stone, and threw it on the sand~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The stone sank in all of a sudden.

"I can't make it through..." He muttered, this kind of sand, if you step on it, it will sink into it.

"Quicksand." The old man Yushadu knew at a glance what it was.

"But what happened to those slates?" Sarah asked. "Since it's quicksand, how could these slates float on top?"

The slate can float on the quicksand, naturally because there is something supporting it below, so the structure of this sand is likely to be like a big bowl, with a pillar in the middle of the bowl, slate on the pillar, and sand on the edge of the pillar. Such a design must be to protect those slates, so that others cannot easily approach.

"The slate that has been protected by a lot of trouble..." The expedition team suddenly became interested. You know, this is not the protection of digging a pit and a lock, but the protection of isolation with three kilometers of yellow sand!

In ancient times this was simply a no-brainer.

"But people in the city want to get close to the slate, so what should they do?" Sarah thought of a very realistic question.

"There must be a special route or mechanism." Dr. Hunter came to the spirit, his brain was running fast, "Look for something special nearby..."

"No need," interrupted Tom. "We can fly over."