Patroclus was sure he was near the exit, he had to be!

As the boy stepped, he heard a sound, it seemed like a swarm of bees, thousands of buzzy bees.....
Gripping his wand Patroclus prepared himself, I am dead, he winced. A little unknown fact was that Patroclus was allergic to bees.

Breathing in, and thinking of his family, the boy was ready....ready to die. With his eyes closed he awaited the end.



Nothing.




Looking up, Patroclus heard and saw nothing, the bees were gone? Taking a hesitent step, the boy was not ready for what came next.

Shooting from the walls beside him, came hundreds of strands of Bandaging clother, and before he could move, Patroclus was now The Mummy Formerly Known as Patroclus.
His wand was pinned to his side, but luckily still in his hand, "Relashio!" he cried, the spell shooting through the wrappings, only for them to reappear instantly.

"Great!" the boy cried, his temper fuming. "Relashio!" He cried again, with the same result as before....however there was one difference. As the light shot from the wand, it illuminated a line of text that seemed to be repeated over and over again along the wrappings.

"Relashio!" 1545..... "Relashio!" 15455 154.... "Relashio!" 15455 154 256 "Relashio!" 15455 154 256 = 1 39933.

He finally had the whole phrase remaining on the wrappings, burning like a brand.

Now to figure it out!