who moved my coffin

As soon as Voldemort's voice full of threats and lures fell, five terrified junior Slytherins stumbled out and prostrated themselves in front of Voldemort.

The Dark Lord waved his hands without looking at them, and the five children were driven to the end of the Death Eater reserve army, almost crying.

What followed was a 1-minute cold scene, and a more powerful and tyrannical pressure as time passed.

"It turns out that up to now, only half of the Slytherins have served Voldemort..." Cyrus lowered his head and sneered in his heart. After Voldemort's downfall, during the great purge, nearly [-]% of the Slytherins at that time had passed through the Death Eaters Judgment, the remaining [-]% cannot avoid being harassed by the Ministry of Magic.

Now it seems that not all Slytherins voluntarily joined Voldemort during the war, and perhaps many of them were forced to join the Death Eaters at this time, but it is impossible to join the Death Eaters at this time Instead, the inner circle of gangsters will be treated as expendable cannon fodder, and even if the war is over, they will be purged or monitored.

Cyrus sensitively found that this was an opportunity to change fate. No one knew Voldemort's fate better than him. If half of the Slytherins were prevented from taking effect at this time, it meant that after the war, the Illacat family would be present. Half of the Slytherin nobles support, what is needed is to withstand the pressure of Voldemort at this moment.

Thinking of this, Cyrus couldn't help but slowly straightened up, his gaze gradually became firm.

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

Under the majestic pressure of the Dark Lord, many Slytherin students were able to stand up and not kneel down, which is not bad. Therefore, when Cyrus slowly straightened his spine under the pressure of Voldemort, and stood up among the Slytherins. In the surprised gaze, when he raised his head leisurely, it was difficult for Voldemort to pay attention to him.

Voldemort seemed to raise his brows in surprise, his eyes slowly focused on Cyrus, and all the magic pressure suddenly rushed towards Cyrus.

Cyrus' wizard robes creaked under the powerful pressure of the Dark Lord. No one around Cyrus dared to approach, leaving a three-meter-diameter area, which made this young man who dared to face the Dark Lord stand out. .

Voldemort squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the bold Slytherin student in front of him--a slender figure, straight black half-length hair, golden-green eyes, a handsome face, and a relaxed expression. He stood in the fifth grade In the team, he is slightly behind, which means that he is not the chief, but he can easily withstand Voldemort's magic pressure, which proves that he has at least a level of magic power comparable to that of an adult wizard.

Hmph, when did such a powerful student appear in Slytherin, and he was not included in the reserve army behind him.

Voldemort tilted his head, "Can I have the honor to know this gentleman's name?" In an instant, he withdrew his pressure and showed a friendly smile.

"Cyrus Ilrazart, Lord Voldemort, it is a great honor to meet you here!" Cyrus bowed slightly, put his hands on his chest, and gave the Dark Lord in front of him an ancient Egyptian priest respectfully. The most respectful etiquette, no matter whether you know his miserable ending or not, it is undeniable that the person in front of you is powerful enough to be worthy of this etiquette.

Voldemort's pupils shrunk, ancient Egyptian etiquette, memory quickly recalled the content of a letter three years ago, he thought about it, and a strange smile appeared on his face, "Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Irrachat, um, I said How could I miss such an outstanding talent, it seems that I did worry too much, if I remember correctly, you received my recruitment letter when you were in the second grade, didn't you?"

Voldemort's words caused all the Slytherins present to gasp in amazement, especially Severus Snape, who was standing behind Voldemort, with a complicated expression.

"Thank you, sir, for your appreciation...but" Cyrus bowed slightly, with a sincere expression, but hesitant to speak.

Voldemort's expression gradually became gloomy, "However, your behavior now shows that you have rejected my offer, right? Mr. Illacat, may I think so, the forty-inch scroll of allegiance you replied back then was actually Is it a satire on me, or is your current behavior a betrayal of my fact?"

Voldemort's voice was not loud, but every word made the Slytherin students present tremble with fear.

Who is this Ilrazart? It is one thing not to serve Lord Voldemort, but it is a more serious matter to quit after serving him. The Death Eaters are not a club, they come and go whenever they want.The reserve soldiers behind Voldemort looked at Cyrus gradually with bad eyesight.

But those hesitant Slytherin students looked at Cyrus with worry, after all, everyone is suffering from the same disease.

Cyrus sighed and shrugged his shoulders. For some reason, his movements were so chic at this time, which aroused the envy of many Slytherin boys and girls, "As you can see, I did change my mind."

Cyrus' nonchalant attitude surprised and admired the other Slytherins, how dare this guy talk to the Dark Lord like that.

"Oh, may I know the reason why you changed your mind?" Voldemort suddenly leaned back in his chair and asked blankly.

"How should I put it..." Cyrus tilted his head, and suddenly smiled meaningfully at Voldemort, "The master in my mind is different from what I imagined... Sigh, I feel disillusioned ah!"

"Coax!" The little Slytherin snakes were completely dumbfounded, is this guy courting death?Dare to lose face in front of the Dark Lord.

Voldemort snorted coldly, slowly stopped tapping his left hand on the armrest, and looked directly at Cyrus, "Then, am I lucky enough to know that the original owner of Mr. Ilrajat's illusion is different from me? "

Cyrus grinned, showing an innocent smile. He used sound transmission magic that only Voldemort himself could hear, and softly whispered in Voldemort's ear, "Lord Voldemort, who I am loyal to in my heart, at least has a complete soul."

As soon as the words fell, a huge pressure suddenly hit his face. In a trance, Cyrus suddenly felt a suffocating force pinching his neck, and then he was pressed heavily against the wall behind him. The tapestry full of Slytherin rules was shaken and fell down.

Voldemort grabbed Cyrus' neck with one hand, and his scarlet eyes were so close that Cyrus could almost see the snake-like vertical pupils in them, "What do you know?" He almost whispered, the wall behind Cyrus Suddenly several stone snakes appeared, tightly entangled Cyrus' hands and feet.

Voldemort's sudden attack had obviously startled the other Slytherin students, but under the control of the loyal Death Eater reserve army, the students' panic was suppressed.

"What do you know, tell me?" Voldemort let go of his hand, allowing Cyrus to be bound by the stone snake, and gently waved his other hand, setting up a sound-proof barrier.

"Ahem," Cyrus tried to calm his breath, raised his head and said with a smile, "The head drop technique has a deeper understanding of the soul than you can imagine, my Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort looked straight at Cyrus, and slowly backed away expressionlessly. With a cold snort, he turned and left, and the stone snakes also disappeared.

Cyrus, who fell on the ground, covered his chest and coughed twice. Suddenly, many figures appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw those Death Eater reserve soldiers surrounding him with unfriendly expressions. Several seniors had already shown their wands at him.

"Cyrus Ilrazart!" Voldemort's voice came, and the Slytherin students were frightened away like Moses parting the Red Sea. At the end of the crowd, he stood at the door of the lounge and looked back at Cyrus Les, "I'll see you at Voldemort's Manor at seven o'clock tomorrow night. Huh, if you dare to escape, you know that the Dark Lord is everywhere."

Following the last words of the Dark Lord before leaving, all the little Slytherins turned their heads and gave Cyrus their warm gaze again.

Cyrus patted the non-existent dust on his robe, stood up neatly, looked around at the Slytherin snakes around him, "Hey, I'm very happy that I can't make the appointment due to an accident, I don't know everyone Is your classmate willing to help me with this?"

The little Slytherins all took a step back when they heard this, and watched Cyrus walk away arrogantly.