who moved my coffin

That night, Cyrus wrote a gorgeous reply letter, a full forty inches of parchment, expressing his admiration for Voldemort vividly and vividly in the form of an essay, and at the same time from political, economic, and educational perspectives. On the one hand, he expounded his immature thoughts on these fields—it was indeed immature, because he copied all the textbooks and reference books he could learn from. There are several "well" characters on the forehead, and the shrinking spell and the light spell must be cast to ensure that the owl delivering the letter does not strike.

Cyrus personally and respectfully handed over the letter to Eplos Hystaro. For this reason, he skipped the Transfiguration class the next morning, recited Professor McGonagall's five-point punishment, and stayed in Xistaro. The corner of Staro's bedroom door.

When Xistaro opened the door, he was almost frightened by Cyrus who suddenly appeared behind him and threw out an Avada. The corner of his eyes jumped slightly and looked at the junior who wrapped himself in a black cloak. The other party dodged Handed the thick parchment reply letter to him, and looked around for fear that others would find out, his image was so insignificant (like a privately traded ×× disc).

"I don't want to arouse the envy of others, Senior Histaro, you know, an outstanding talent like me is still in a weak growth stage..." Cyrus said softly, while nervously Voldemort's solicitation letter was held in his chest, "My family hopes to stand behind that lord, looking up at his back is enough, you know, the Ilrazart family is not good at charging, this... because we My blood is relatively thin, in fact... I am the only wizard in this generation... And... I would be honored if you could tell me about the hobbies of that lord, what colors and animals he likes, except snakes of course , such as beetles, mummies, cats, or...you see, what should I say when I see the grown-up...Should I kneel down and kiss the hem of his robe, right?...".

Cyrus lowered his head, spitting and chanting, making Histalo's face more and more ugly.

"Stop, Il Rachat, stop talking, I understand what you mean, I will tell the lord..." Xistaro rubbed his forehead, doubting the lord's judgment for the first time, of course, He knew that the lord was eclectic, but the personality of the guy in front of him really made him unacceptable.

He almost snatched the parchment from Cyrus' hands, and then slammed the door shut.

"Dong dong dong" the door was knocked in an unhurried rhythm.

Sistaro opened the door helplessly, trying to control his expression to be expressionless.

"Um...Senior Histaro, I also want to ask, um, is the mark on the left hand or the right hand, or on the neck? Of course, on the forehead...I hope it is a little bit to the left, closer to the neck. Temple..." Cyrus raised his head and looked at Histaro with hope.

Xistaro took a deep breath and showed a ferocious smile, "School Il Rachat, that adult does not mark minors, but if you ask such childish questions again, I doubt that you will There is no chance to enjoy this glory, do you hear me clearly? Becoming a Death Eater is not a fad or a joke, you have to show your real skills!"

Historo's tone was almost gritted.

Cyrus blinked, seemed a little confused, he thought for a while, and suddenly nodded with a serious face, "I see, senior, I decided to keep an eye on Dumbledore, I know he is at odds with that lord, I will try I will teach him a lesson, and I will let you know that I have real skills!"

Histalo almost made a moaning voice, "You, you... well, forget it, Il Rachat, you are still too young, there are some things you don't have to do, you just have to make sure you study with peace of mind. Just take a few more O's when you're here."

Sistaro adjusted his loose glasses and tried his best to ignore the cold sweat on his forehead, "You don't have to worry about Principal Dumbledore's affairs!"

"But..." Cyrus seemed unwilling to show his "true ability".

"No, but, go back to class, Mr. Ilrachat, don't make me say it again." Xistaro finally couldn't help but let out a low voice, and then closed the door heavily again.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

As soon as the door was closed, Eplos Sistaro tore open the letter from Cyrus and read it, then threw the letter on the table with a livid face.

He rubbed his forehead, and tried to tell himself that the matter was not messed up, and that the people he selected this time were just a little weird.

After he calmed down his breath, he picked up the parchment and looked at it again, and found that there was indeed no hidden trick. This was indeed a letter of loyalty full of flattery and dry references. From the wording and rhetoric It can also be seen that this is indeed a thought-provoking second-year student's work.

"Merlin!" Sistaro felt a headache when he thought of Cyrus' gloomy and wretched image, as well as his overwhelming desire to express himself and his weird personality. "If that lord sees him, he will doubt my vision." Yes, definitely will..." Sistaro really wanted to withhold this reply letter, but he didn't dare, so he reluctantly found a more diligent owl.

You must know that after receiving a solicitation letter, generally small nobles would write a gorgeous short note in a brief but clever manner. This is the embodiment of the nobleman's style and taste. Take a forty-inch paper Cyrus Illacat was the only one who replied to the Dark Lord.

Of course, Ilrajat is not to blame for this, because this is also the first case where he received a solicitation letter in the second grade, but after this time, I am afraid that the Dark Lord will never give a solicitation letter to a little wizard under the age of 15. Send out a solicitation.

Xistaro decided to downplay the frequency of Cyrus appearing in the ears of the Dark Lord. If possible, it would be best for the Lord Demon King to forget about this matter. Anyway, the kid still has five years to graduate. During this time, his information is enough to be buried in the dark Other reports are in progress.

Xistaro sadly believes that his last task of recruiting talents before graduating from Hogwarts is the most tragic stroke in his perfect student life. Going away, what is too late to regret.

Lucius Malfoy deeply agreed with this. After sending off the heavy back of his senior, he strengthened his determination to hide someone in the snow.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

Mr. Cyrus Ilrachat's second year at Hogwarts was obviously richer than the previous year: he was busy creating suspenseful cases in the school last semester, and then nothing happened;

He spent the second half of the semester mainly communicating with Robert Gale, the senior who had paid attention to him, although the senior always looked at him with tangled eyes and tried to draw a line with him; part of his time was spent ignoring Sif Les Snape's hostility, if it weren't for the gang of robbers always making trouble for Snape, it is estimated that Snape would follow behind Cyrus most of the time besides Lily, following the former is a pleasure. , following the latter is torment; he still has part of his time to deal with senior Lucius Malfoy's making things difficult, and the other party always seems to show contempt for his personal habits. This junior has very vulgar taste; the most important thing is that Cyrus always spared some time to show his loyalty to Senior Histaro. Of course, later Senior became more and more busy and gradually avoided him. Quietly guard in a certain corner, and wait until the seniors are alone, they will appear like ghosts and give some small gifts - half-dead beetles, snake sloughs with poor quality and poor appearance, or shriveled mummies.

Although those small gifts are precious as potion materials or archaeological collections, it is clear that seniors don't like this kind of type, so until the seniors graduate and leave school, Histaro didn't come to say hello to Cyrus, which made Cyrus Si Min's petite heart was hurt.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

This year, the Ilrachat family opened two new stores in Tundu Lane, and has many branches in Egypt.

In the past two years, the Irrachat family seems to have shifted their business from the traditional magic farm business to the field of commercial circulation. They have focused their business on ancient Egyptian items, and they can always get rare Egyptian collections, especially mummies.

Mr. Billy Weaver? Irrajat reappeared frequently at noble gatherings. Since his business did not conflict with other nobles, and he focused on collections and archaeological research, the activities of the Ilrajat family did not cause food for thought. Dead Apostle or Order of the Phoenix concern.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

During the summer vacation, Mr. Billy Weaver Irrachat took his grandson to Egypt to check his business.

"So, that lord has no message for you since then?" Billy Weaver smiled and tasted the Egyptian king lotus wine recommended by Cyrus.

"I think, under Senior Histaro's spared no effort to cover up and Senior Lucius' attack, Il Rajat's eccentric heir should have no chance to be remembered by that adult again." Cyrus flipped through the thick The thick yearbook, with a sarcastic smile on one side.

"Well, you are right to deal with it this way. I have heard from different sources that the lord's views are very radical. Some old nobles were attacked because of their disobedience. At this time, it is not wise to confront him head-on." Billy Weaver He looked at Cyrus admiringly, "Speaking of which, the old Gail family has a good eye, and they can actually find your magic. You know, the Malfoy family has been fooled by us."

"Shoe elves used to be one of the Egyptian tomb guard gods, and I am not surprised that they can smell the opportunities and wealth related to Egypt, but Malfoy, hehe, the guardian of Wajit's royal power, has always been with me. It's not right." Cyrus sneered, "Power comes from checks and balances, even a king cannot deprive the lives of great nobles at will, and when the Dark Lord moves towards dictatorship and autocracy, Wajit cannot protect his rule."

"The Irrachat family doesn't care who is the king. As long as the family can be prosperous and prosperous, we will obey whose rule, otherwise, betrayal is only a matter of time." Billy Weaver also sneered, "There is no long-term and effective benefit guidance, The result of recklessness and dictatorship can be imagined, but Cyrus, it is undeniable that the lord is very powerful now, even if the Irrachat family is only involved in the marginal economy, but if things go on like this, our interests in the UK will inevitably They collide."

"Collision? I don't think so..." Cyrus showed a strange smile, "The trajectory of fate tells me that an opportunity that is beneficial to the Ilrajat family is in the near future. When there is a turn from boom to bust, we just have to bide our time."

Billy Weaver raised his eyebrows, gave Cyrus a meaningful look, and said no more.