who moved my coffin

If there are no accidents, Cyrus' plan is to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight: watching him rise, watching him entertain guests, watching his building collapse... It was a very philosophical and poetic thing, but with Fate's arrangement failed again.

Cyrus, a fifth year student at Hogwarts, with an official age of 15 (not counting the age of the mummy), this year, the struggle between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix was unusually fierce.

The heir to the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy, who had just graduated from Hogwarts, had to take over the family business in a hurry because of his father's serious illness, and planned the wedding with great fanfare in order to gain the support of the Black family as soon as possible. Stan had to lead his father's original subordinates to make several contributions to the Dark Lord and consolidate the Malfoy family's position in front of Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort's career has reached a certain peak, and the Deputy Minister of Magic has publicly expressed his support for Voldemort's proposition, and the wind direction in the magic world was once directed towards the Death Eaters.

The Ilrajat family has completely shut down several British industries. Of course, foreign industries are now sufficient to support any expenses of the family. Several small and medium-sized nobles who have also died down have also transferred their industries abroad, and some small and medium-sized nobles have immigrated to the Middle East and South America. Inevitably annexed or controlled by the Ilrajat family.

The factions within Slytherin College have also gradually become clear. Apart from those who are pro-Death Eaters, they are the outdated nobles who will immigrate at any time. In one step, he immigrated to the United States and assisted the Il Rachat family to infiltrate the United States, where vampires and the Holy See were fighting fiercely.

The internal divisions of Hogwarts are more obvious. Slytherin and Gryffindor are already clearly divided into black and white. The pure blood among Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw seems to be the hidden faction of immigrants, mixed blood or Muggle The second type is the radical or dropout group.

At this time, Cyrus, who was already planning to get his feet oiled after Christmas, was actually not at all mentally prepared for seeing Voldemort at Hogwarts.

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

This morning, after Cyrus finished his History of Magic class, he received a notice from the chief Slytherins that all Slytherins must gather in the auditorium at lunchtime and dress formally.

Cyrus, who used to settle his lunch in the dormitory, had to give up his nap time and reluctantly rushed to the auditorium.

Voldemort seems to have come to Hogwarts on a whim. One-third of the shares in the board of directors are in the hands of families controlled by Death Eaters. Although the headmaster has the power to appoint professors, in the face of the temporary notice of Voldemort's visit to Hogwarts, One-third of the authority of the board is sufficient.

When Voldemort walked gracefully into the auditorium accompanied by Dumbledore, all the professors and students present stood up involuntarily, regardless of friend or foe, and were irresistibly attracted by this powerful man.

At this time, Voldemort has not completely turned into a snake-faced monster without a nose. In fact, except for his pale face and bald head, the Dark Lord's appearance can be regarded as handsome and charming. Of course, the premise is that you don't look at his scarlet eyes. .

The entire Slytherin house was waiting for Voldemort's visit in the auditorium, and more or less pure-blood nobles from the other three houses were there in time to avoid causing the Lord Demon King's displeasure.

Hiding in the crowd, Cyrus calmly watched the man with a strong aura pass by the crowd, but the scene when his mentor Lord Imerton inspected the temple flashed in his mind, the same powerful aura, the absolute leader Temperament, once high and powerful, even bald, but the end is also miserable.

Perhaps the sarcasm and sympathy leaked out of his eyes, somehow, before Voldemort sat down, he cast a sharp gaze in the direction of Slytherin, causing all the little Slytherin snakes to froze.

Only Cyrus, who quickly lowered his head, flashed a trace of caution, really?Voldemort's pure power has reached the level of a priest and high priest, and he can detect any intentional or unintentional peeps, which is comparable to the strength of Lord Imerton back then (of course, the revived Imerton brought the insect-eating world-killing monster Curse, more powerful).

However, as Imerton's disciple, Cyrus, who only has the strength of a high priest, knows that he can't touch Voldemort's snake scales, and he doesn't think that the harmless pranks that can be used on Dumbledore will be tolerated and ignored by Voldemort.

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

The main purpose of Lord Voldmort's trip was to collect the items of the four founders to make Horcruxes. After making the diary and the Obsidian Ring, he set the Horcruxes as Slytherin pendants and Ravenclaw laurel crowns again. , and Hufflepuff Gold Cup, Slytherin pendant is no longer a problem, Ravenclaw laurels and Hufflepuff Gold Cup he plans to get this year.

In addition, he wanted to give some pure-blooded nobles a little stimulation, and don't think that if they don't help each other, they can reap the benefits.

Since the inexplicable gaze just now came from Slytherin, Voldemort sneered to himself, so it is natural to rectify from his own academy first, the Dark Lord is not a patient person.

"How about some honey lemon tea?" Dumbledore's laughing voice interrupted Voldemort's thoughts.

He turned his head, smiled and looked at the cunning old man in front of him, "No, thank you, Professor Dumbledore, I still prefer black tea without sugar."

"It's a pity that desserts help you find happiness, Tom!" Dumbledore shrugged, looking regretful.

The scarlet eyes flashed with cruelty, "Happiness is earned by yourself, Professor Dumbledore. In my opinion, desserts are just fairy tales for coaxing children. You taught me this point when I was Tom. .”

Dumbledore chuckled and lowered his head. For some reason, Voldemort felt that the old man was showing a rare senility at this moment.

Voldemort attributed his feeling just to delusion, turned his head, his sharp eyes swept across Slytherin again, and at the same time, he smiled contemptuously at the overreaching hostility on the Gryffindor long table.

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

After the collective lunch in the auditorium, the professors withdrew first, and the Slytherin snakes, led by the chief, approached the cellar lounge in a neat line.

The little snakes quietly followed the heads of all grades to stand in the lounge. The lounge has been doubled in size, and the silver-green sofa that was originally placed in front of the fireplace has become a luxurious high-back chair.

Headmaster Horace Slughorn was unable to attend due to illness as usual. Since the beginning of the year, except for the Potions class where he was able to see this good old man, the rest of the time, even the students of Slytherin House rarely saw his headmaster. one side.

In the silent Slytherin lounge, the little snakes collectively looked down at their toes, and then, after waiting for an unknown amount of time, suddenly a voice came from the high-backed chair with its back facing the fireplace.

Cyrus' ears moved in surprise. When he entered the lounge just now, he was sure that the high-backed chair in front of the fireplace was empty. When and how Voldemort appeared, Cyrus had no idea at all, but thinking of As the heir of Voldemort Slytherin, he secretly attributed this weird way of appearance to the preferential treatment Slytherin gave the heir.

The little snakes raised their heads tremblingly, the gorgeous silver-green high-back chair slowly turned around, and Lord Voldemort looked at them with a smile on his face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, the hope of Slytherin's future. Seeing you is like seeing the noble and powerful future of wizards." Voldemort's opening remarks made many Slytherin snakes glow with excitement. Especially the seventh-year Slytherin graduates, the adoring eyes almost turned into substance at this moment.

Voldemort tilted his head, his right index finger slowly tapped his forehead, and his left hand tapped comfortably on the snake-shaped armrest.

"Regulus? Black!" He suddenly called a name softly.

Regulus Black quickly walked out from the top of the fourth-grade team, kneeled on the ground, bowed his head and saluted, "Master, Black obeys your summons."

Voldemort looked at Regulus' respectful attitude with satisfaction, "Very well, the Black family is as always, pure and loyal! Today, I allow you to stand behind me."

He waved his hand, and Regulus stood up, and under the envious eyes of all the Slytherins, he bowed and retreated behind Voldemort.

"Grant Paisenberg"

A sixth-year Slytherin came out, kneeled down on one knee respectfully, and stood behind Voldemort as well.

One name after another was called out, and the Slytherin students who were called were almost all Death Eater backups, and the remaining Slytherin students gradually showed uneasy expressions. The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger.

This is a straightforward ceremony of allegiance, which exposes every Slytherin student to Voldemort. Whether they stand behind him or against him, whether they are allies or enemies, such a clear-cut situation has been placed on everyone In front of the snake, even the first graders cannot escape.

The space behind Voldemort has been expanded without limit. Relatively speaking, the living space of the Slytherin standing opposite is getting smaller and smaller. Some children in the lower grades are already shivering unabashedly, and the faces of the Slytherins in the upper grades are also pale. Getting paler and paler, the Dark Lord stopped calling the names of nearly half of the Slytherin students.

"Among you, many of you have received my solicitation letters, some of which were issued by me personally, and some of which were handed over by your seniors. Of course, not every solicitation has been responded to, and I myself have rejected my solicitations. The elite feel very sorry that you have missed a good opportunity, but the Dark Lord is wise and merciful, and I am here today to give everyone here a second chance... If there are any of you, whether you have ever been or not I have received a sheepskin scroll tied with black silk, if you are willing to stand behind me now, I will consider giving him the opportunity and proper status he deserves."

Voldemort paused for a moment, showing a ferocious smile, and at the same time, the magic pressure came out majesticly, filling the entire Slytherin lounge, "Then, who will be the next person who will stand up automatically?"