who moved my coffin

"The banquet is over!"

Voldemort announced coldly that he did not even look at the guests, his eyes were only on Cyrus.

The guests looked at each other in blank dismay. Ending the banquet abruptly like this is undoubtedly a very unnoble behavior, but Voldemort did it as a matter of course, and the Death Eaters quickly followed the master's will and began to apologize to the guests one by one, even Grindelwald. Don't leave amid the seemingly gentle but tough persuasion of the Death Eaters.

Cyrus glanced at the door from the corner of his eyes, wanting to leave with the dispersed crowd, but under Voldemort's real murderous aura, he finally did not act rashly.

The last ones to leave were Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, and Lucius even closed the door with a smile on his face.

"Are you gloating?" Snape reminded Lucius lightly.

"No, I'm happy for you, Severus!" Lucius smiled and turned to look at Snape.

Snape's act of finding out Cyrus first this time undoubtedly made him a great contribution in front of Voldemort.

"It's no big deal, that guy asked for it." Although Snape's tone was flat, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly, showing that he was in a very good mood.

"Yes, it's not good to be too arrogant." Lucius turned his face away, unable to hide his joy, and muttered to himself, "By the way, are they a family?"

Snape raised his eyebrows, "I don't think Master would tolerate such a family, even though they are all Parseltongues."

Lucius agreed in the same way, "Indeed, I haven't seen a trace of aristocratic temperament from that guy yet, he still has a long way to go..."

"Please don't say things against your will in an expectant tone, Lucius!" Snape reminded lightly.

"Do I have it? I'm sorry, I apologize..." Lucius Malfoy stopped slowly after saying these words insincerely. Outside Voldemort's manor, there were Death Eaters gathered by coincidence.

"The two inside are discussing family matters, I think we don't need to disturb!" An older Death Eater looked tentatively at the young patriarch Malfoy.

Lucius said lightly, "There are two members from the Black family and the Lestrange family. Snape and I will stay here. The rest can go back if they have nothing to do."

The Death Eaters discussed in low voices for a while, and a new Death Eater was pushed out, "Excuse me, can we stay here voluntarily?"

Lucius sneered, "The owner of Shalimar's family hasn't expressed his attitude yet. Don't rush to hug the boy's thigh, maybe we will fall together and get bloody!"

Shalimar's face turned pale, he retreated resentfully, and left with his companions reluctantly.

After a while, there were only six people left outside Voldemort's manor.

"Just guard like this?" Snape frowned, he didn't like this kind of behavior that was close to fawning, especially when the person he wanted to fawn on was once his opponent.

"Severus, many people are looking forward to this opportunity!" Lucius sighed. He understood Snape's pride, but being flexible is also a kind of training, and Lucius came here in the same way.

"Hey, yes, if he is, we can approach him immediately, if he is not, we can clear the obstacles for the master!" Rodolphs Lestrange nodded, as if it was a matter of course.

"Hmph, I hope it's the latter. Anyone who dares to attack the master will not be forgiven!" Bellatrix Black arrogantly covered her mouth with her fan and smiled sinisterly.

————I am the dividing line of hesitation—————

"Before you die, do you have any last words to say?" Voldemort slowly approached Cyrus.

Cyrus, who was still crossing his legs and eating his snack casually, squinted at Voldemort, "You can't kill me, you know that!"

He touched the armband on his left arm proudly. During the battle just now, he discovered that the scrolls and portkeys he had prepared were all banned by Voldemort's estate, and only the armband that Imerton put on him did not. With great effort, he blocked several silent spells from Voldemort.

"Don't be complacent, what you are wearing should be given to you by Imerton!" Voldemort walked slowly to the sofa opposite Cyrus and sat down, leisurely picked up a cup of black tea that suddenly appeared, "However, you also I should have found out that you can't leave Voldemort's Manor if I want to."

"I'm not in a hurry..." Cyrus shrugged, "It's delicious and easy to live here. I've been here so many times, but I haven't had a chance to take a good look at it. Also, my lord, I'm very interested in your collection!"

Voldemort smiled, "I have many good things here, and I will let you learn them one by one, Cyrus."

Voldemort stood up and slowly circled around where Cyrus was. Although Cyrus looked cynical, he subconsciously took precautions. He stood up slowly, revealing the wand in his hand for the first time.

"I guess you have a lot to do with Imerton..." said Voldemort, stroking his wand, his onyx eyes fixed on Cyrus.

"Tch, Legilimency is useless to me!" Cyrus smiled, and twirled the wand in a fancy way, facing Voldemort.

"At first, I thought you were the heir to the treasures of the Ilrajat family, an ambitious man with excellent abilities, trying to resurrect the dead of ancient Egypt to support your family business..." Voldemort walked leisurely to the left of Cyrus , a circular alchemy formation appeared where he was standing, flickered for a while and then disappeared.

Cyrus frowned, tapped his wand lightly somewhere in the mid-air, and a ferocious snake flickered twice before disappearing.

"However, after I carefully checked the information of Il Rachat's house, I found that your appearance in Il Rachat's house was also unexpected, so I thought about it from a different angle. Perhaps, things may be the opposite, Yi The Errachat family is your puppet, the smoke mask you use to hide your identity..." Voldemort walked slowly to the right of Cyrus, and an alchemy circle flashed again where he was standing, and then the light dissipated.

Cyrus quickly turned his wand, tapped twice on the shoulder blade behind him, and the two undead skeletons flickered twice before disappearing.

Voldemort chuckled and nodded approvingly, "Your reaction is quick!"

Cyrus lowered his face, "Thank you for the compliment, my attack speed is faster!" After finishing speaking, Cyrus' wand suddenly stretched into the shape of a pharaoh's scepter, and swung it fiercely at Voldemort, who was close to him. go.

"Bang!" The scepter seemed to strike the big clock, and a green magic shield flashed beside Voldemort, and the entire Voldemort manor seemed to shake.

————I am the dividing line of tension—————

Outside the manor, Lucius held back Bellatrix who was about to rush in, "Remember, the master ordered you not to go in. Anyone, at any time, is not allowed to go in until you hear the master's call." !"

Bellatrix gave Lucius a hard look, and stepped back unwillingly.

————I am the dividing line of tension—————

Cyrus quickly withdrew the scepter and returned to the shape of a wand. His left hand was slightly opened into a claw shape, and he shouted, "Get out!"

The green smoke dissipated with the dementor's screams, and calm returned.

Voldemort was standing directly opposite Cyrus intact. The green protective shield in front of him was cracked, but it barely withstood Cyrus' attack.

"Not bad attack power!" Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, "But it's not enough!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ground under Voldemort's feet emitted a strong light again. This time, the alchemy circle under his feet joined the original two to form an equilateral triangle, and Cyrus was in the middle of the triangle.

A transparent human-shaped coffin slowly appeared around Cyrus, slowly closing in the middle.

Cyrus' wand emitted a black mist, barely holding the coffin without shrinking.

"It is said that in Egyptian mythology, Osiris, the god of death, was designed by his opponents to enter a human-shaped coffin and then kill him..." Voldemort looked at Cyrus trapped in the alchemy circle with satisfaction, "Although the design was a bit hasty, I am very satisfied with the Egyptian The study of mythology is still very limited, but it is clear that objects that can trap gods have their own specific restraint, am I right, Mister Undead?"

In the end, Voldemort's eyes became violent, and he looked at Cyrus greedily, "Tell me, Cyrus, you are an undead, right? Like that Imerton, you have mastered the secret of resurrection from the dead. right?"

Cyrus' figure loomed in the black mist, and he glanced at Voldemort sarcastically, "So what? Voldemort, don't you dare to really die once, and then resurrect in our way?"

Voldemort laughed loudly, "Die, are you kidding me? Do you think I made Horcruxes out of fear of death? Do you think I've put all my effort into this undead capture array today just to teach you a lesson?"

He opened his arms and laughed more and more wildly. He lowered his head and looked into Cyrus' eyes. The expression on Voldemort's face was filled with excitement that could not be concealed, "I have never been afraid of death, Cyrus. I remember the death of my mother. From the time I was able to crawl, I saw the babies around me starved to death one by one. In this world, thousands of people die in obscurity every day, as unknown as ants. No one knows that they have come. In the world, one minute they are still smiling at you, and the next second their eyes turn dead gray. I thought more than once, if I die too, can I stay in the same place with them, in the That so-called paradise enjoys peace, but you know what I found?"

Voldemort's wand slowly approached Cyrus, "There is no heaven or hell at all. Beliefs are all lies. Merlin is a mortal. When a person dies, he is dead. No matter how brilliant he was, he is equal before death." Yes, death is the real fairness and justice."

Voldemort watched Cyrus struggle in vain in the human coffin, with a proud face, "Absolute fairness, what a precious god, so I admire the god of death, and I am determined to surpass the god of death and control my destiny, Cyrus, I can endure the pain of splitting my soul and risk my soul to be scattered to create Horcruxes. If you think it’s just for eternal life, then I might as well snatch Nick Flamel’s Philosopher’s Stone!”

Cyrus stopped struggling, and he looked at Voldemort with a flattering smile, "So, what is your intention?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "Tell me, how do you get the "Sun Gold Book" and "The Bible of the Dead" in Imerton's hand?"

Cyrus grimaced, "I'm just a humble undead. Imerton is much stronger than me. If he hadn't been resurrected, I might still have coveted those two books. Now that he's resurrected, I don't even think about it." Dare to think."

Voldemort laughed, "So you are worthless? Why do I feel that Imerton cares about your appearance so much? I wonder if I can get one or both of them with you?"

Cyrus laughed dumbly, "I don't know how you can tell that he cares about me, Lord Voldemort, imagine, if someone offered to exchange one of your Death Eaters for the wand in your hand, what would you think?"

Voldemort thought for a while, "You can stay here until you are not sure about the weight of your chips, Cyrus, as an undead, you can meet many of my experimental needs, and the method of killing you may be able to affect Imerton !"

Cyrus said with a gloomy face, "Can you stop discussing murder in front of the victim! Lord Voldemort, I'm really busy, and I don't have time to accompany you here on scientific research."

Voldemort smiled happily, "It's okay, Cyrus, I'm not in a hurry, I have plenty of time to play with you!"

"If you are interested in mummy!" Cyrus was a little bit stuck in the human coffin, forced a smile, "It should be said, Lord Voldemort, you have pinched my deathbed, but have you considered, compared with time and Patience, who has the advantage?"

After speaking, Cyrus closed his eyes, black mist enveloped his whole body, and his body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Voldemort was shocked. He hurriedly chanted a spell on the human coffin, but found that he could not stop Cyrus from becoming a mummy.

When the black mist dissipated again, only a shriveled mummy remained in the human coffin.

Voldemort punched the coffin in resentment, "Hmph, do you think I can do nothing to you if you become a mummy?"

He waved his hand, and the human-shaped coffin slowly sank into the ground of Voldemort's manor, "Imorton, the same coffin, I have prepared one for you too!"