who moved my coffin

"I see..." Voldemort put down the wand pointing to his forehead, opened his eyes, and after a tired look, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Love, something illusory, I didn't expect him to have such a childish weakness..." Voldemort was in a good mood.

This labor-intensive effort to capture Cyrus, lead out Imerton, and finally be forced to let Cyrus go, and agree to Imerton's request, was all a long-thought-out plan by Voldemort. Leaves a surveillance spell undetected on the body.

The human-shaped coffin couldn't completely imprison the undead at all, at most it could achieve the illusion of being trapped. The real purpose was to deliberately release Cyrus' consciousness incarnated as sand grains, so as to have the opportunity to leave invisible marks on the soulless body.

The black magic attack power of the Egyptian system is so strong that Imerton is really in a hurry. Summoning a large number of undead in the UK is entirely likely to cause immeasurable losses to the wizarding world.

Since the end of his trip to Egypt, Voldemort has continued to collect information on the Egyptian religious system, gathering alchemists and potions masters among the Death Eaters to develop many unique magics for the Egyptian undead and theological system.

It has to be said that war is always a quick-acting medicine that triggers technological progress, and so is magic. The most glorious period of magic in the Merlin system was the period of King Arthur's unification war.

Since the time of King Arthur, the way wizards use magic is more focused on individuals absorbing power from nature. Although the power is not as powerful as Egyptian magic, it is better than self-sufficiency.

Egyptian magic has a strong attachment to belief. If the gods have no source of belief, they will gradually fade out of the historical stage, and their believers will also lose their mana, and their abilities are similar to Muggles.

Imerton had to stay in Egypt all the time, absorbing the power of faith from the local aborigines, and leaving Egypt, his power would gradually lose. If it exceeded a certain period of time, his mana would be as low as a Muggle.

The situation of Cyrus is very strange. He seems to have adapted to the magic power of the Merlin system, and now he has the magic power of both systems.

"Cunning Imerton, it seems that you are aware of the specialness of Cyrus, so you rushed to rescue him regardless of the cost, but if you didn't care so much, I haven't discovered this yet, the teacher-student relationship is still Emotional investment?" Voldemort smiled sarcastically, "You can be confused by such a vulgar emotion, Imerton, I think too highly of you."

Voldemort touched the obsidian ring in his hand, a new plan appeared in his mind, he stood up slowly, "The mirror is flying!"

Voldemort looked at the slanted lines in the corner of his eyes in the mirror, and fell into a daze for a moment, but soon, his eyes became stern, "Hmph, the price of underestimating me, Voldemort, can be made up for with the things you care most about!"

————I am the dividing line of ambiguity—————

In the gorgeous bedroom, under the black curtain with gold trim, among several large soft pillows, Cyrus lay with his back stiffly facing Imerton, and lay in his arms, [The so-called sleeping servant... is really bloody. , so it's a pillow? ] Cyrus could feel Imerton's hands tightly around his waist, and his chin was resting on the top of his head. Although he was very close to Imerton, he couldn't feel a trace of warmth and anger, as if being held by a statue. The cold stone statue hugged.

"What are you thinking?" Imerton closed his eyes and rubbed his chin against Cyrus' black hair.

"That... Teacher, in fact, a girl's body is soft, so it's more comfortable to hug!" Cyrus rolled his eyes, trying to direct the trouble to others.

"You don't want to sleep with me?" Imerton hugged Cyrus' waist tightly, and opened his eyes a little.

Cyrus felt a chill on his neck, and laughed dryly, "Teacher, although my memory is not very good, but I remember that you are not interested in child molestation, it is inhumane to force yourself to change your hobbies, don't force yourself !"

"I'm forcing myself, Cyrus, because I'm pitying you..." Imerton suddenly moved his hand on Cyrus' waist, stopped on Cyrus' chest, and covered Cyrus's chest. Les heartbroken, "Are you sure you want me to release 3000 years of desire right away?"

"Good night, teacher!" Cyrus finished quickly, closed his eyes immediately, and even purred slightly.

"Hehe..." Imerton couldn't help smiling and closed his eyes.

Cyrus thought he would suffer from insomnia, but after pretending to snore twice, he actually fell asleep.

————I am the dividing line of ambiguity—————

{Cyrus may have been killed, the nameplate is broken! } Imerton is talking to someone.

{Your situation is not good, Imerton. Although Cyrus is not very talented, his family is still very powerful. Imerton, can you find the murderer? }Another indistinct voice seemed anxious.

{Even if the murderer is found, there is no evidence, even the soul cannot be found, and the truth cannot be restored through the death trial. }Imorton sighed, {Obviously, the Temple of Horus and Vajit moved their hands, the pharaoh meant it, in order to weaken my strength. }{Can't pass the death trial?Did they use that trick! }

{Obviously, the body has been disposed of,...} Imerton said angrily.

{Perhaps, you should try to use that power...}

{No, I haven't fully comprehended the "Bible of the Undead", and it is too dangerous to use it rashly. }{However, Imerton, Cyrus is the last bloodline of that family, and you know their influence, and if you act weak, you will fall victim to Pharaoh. }{...Hey, let's try it! }

————I am the dividing line of ambiguity—————

Cyrus opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed alone. The golden sunlight shone on the bed through the windows of the palace, and the black veil was blown by the wind.

He sat up, rubbed his cheeks, his eyes were still confused, his chin was crossed on his legs, and his mood was a little depressed.

"Sure enough, have I been resurrected by the teacher?" Cyrus looked at his palm prints and had such doubts early on, "The palm has no lifeline, and it always stays in the temple. Why is it suitable for the undead spell? So high, this is the answer, it's really depressing..."

After hanging his head and being sad for a while, Cyrus pulled himself together again, "Hey, whatever, anyway, I'm alive now, and I still have a lot of time to enjoy life."

He relaxed, lay back in big characters, curled his lips, "However, I will repay the grace of resurrection, and now I don't have to pay with flesh!"

Unable to figure it out, he climbed up again and followed the sunlight to the large terrace outside. Looking at his feet, this Hamnabutra above the sea, he really admired Imerton's strength from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you awake?" Emerton's gentle voice came from behind, and his waist was wrapped around him again.

This time, Cyrus was not stiff, he looked at the distant horizon, "Thank you, teacher, thank you for resurrecting me!"

"Huh? Do you remember?" Turning around suddenly, Cyrus couldn't help being moved when he saw Imerton's surprised expression.

"Teacher, I'm sorry I forgot that memory, because being stabbed in the heart and being divided into pieces is really not a good memory." Cyrus grinned, "However, no matter what the reason is, you can To revive me like that, teacher, you must have put in a lot of effort."

After Cyrus said this, Imerton's expression froze, his hands gripped Cyrus' shoulders, and his eyes suddenly became ferocious, "This is what you remembered? Huh?"

Although he felt that something was wrong, Cyrus nodded honestly, "I dreamed that you were discussing with others about resurrecting me. Isn't that enough? The reason why I still exist is not because of what you did back then. spell?"

Imerton's face was a bit ugly, he looked carefully into Cyrus' eyes, and suddenly pushed Cyrus away forcefully, "Go away, you inferior slave!"

Cyrus was stunned for a moment, and Imerton's gentleness receded like a tide. In an instant, he found that his feet were empty, and he fell straight towards the sea.

"Ah!" The fishy smell of sea water was like a urging talisman to Cyrus, he screamed before he could react at all, but stopped three meters above the sea level, Imerton pointed at Sailor from above the city Si, the sunlight passed by his figure from above and cast on Cyrus, making Cyrus unable to see the mentor's expression clearly.

"Bang!" A copy of the Bible of the Dead was thrown into his arms.

"Within one year, learn the spells inside, all!" Emerton's voice came from above coldly.

"Ah, it's impossible, teacher, it's too difficult!" Cyrus didn't have time to think about Imerton's abnormal reaction, and was only stunned by the homework assigned by Imerton.

"Learn all of them, or die immediately?" Emerton's voice was tinged with tyranny.

Cyrus hugged the tome with a sad face, but Imerton swung his sleeve away.

"Ah~ what a misfortune, meeting a perverted teacher!" Cyrus' mournful voice drifted away with the wind.

————I am the dividing line of busyness—————

Cyrus Ilrajat, who had been missing for a week, returned to Hogwarts mysteriously. People who learned about the conflict between Cyrus and Voldemort from different channels gave this boy more attention.

Sexus Grindelwald transferred directly from Durmstrang to Hogwarts, and with him Heinrich Feldman, as they followed Cyrus, and Mann When Toss and other Dove faction backbones traveled together, many people speculated that Cyrus's wings were gradually full. After graduating this year, Cyrus will be the leader of the emerging power Dove faction in the wizarding world, and officially set foot on the road with Voldemort and Phoenix. The stage where the society competes for supremacy.

But at this juncture, no one expected that Cyrus suddenly applied to Principal Dumbledore to stay in the school as a teacher.

His original words were as follows: "Let me teach whatever you want, Mr. Headmaster, I don't want to leave Hogwarts, this place is like my home."

Albus Dumbledore agreed, because Cyrus had red eyes and a decadent air when he spoke, as if he was hiding from something terrible.

As for who to hide, most people tacitly think it is Voldemort. Only Cyrus himself knows what he is afraid of. Voldemort is indeed one of the reasons, and Imerton is even more terrifying.

I don't know why, but Cyrus has a feeling that the purpose of Imerton letting him learn the "Bible of the Dead" is definitely not to make his disciples stronger, but there are deeper reasons that Cyrus is unwilling and afraid to think about .