who moved my coffin

Regulus Black has been very distressed recently. His elder brother Sirius Black has no intention of returning to the Black family until after graduation. In fact, Black has not returned to No. 12, Grimmauld Place for two consecutive years.

The reason why Regulus joined the Death Eaters to complete the task arranged by Lord Voldemort was not what he wanted.

In Regulus' heart, that lord was too powerful and dazzling, an existence that he could only look up to.

As an idol, just looking at it and thinking about it is enough, but Regulus doesn't want to chase after Voldemort all day long, Regulus is not interested in chasing power.

Regulus always fantasizes that what he is doing now is just taking the place of Sirius temporarily. When Sirius has played enough and wakes up, he will come back and replace Regulus to serve Lord Voldemort again. Clever, so strong, and definitely more pleasing to adults than the poor Rael who is always despised, the Black family can only go to glory under the leadership of Sirius.

As for Regulus, he can do what he wants, for example, teach at Hogwarts and stay in this warm and magical place forever.

【Even Lord Voldemort wanted to stay at Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?However, even without Headmaster Dumbledore's refusal, those families who took refuge in him would not allow the heir of Slytherin to become a schoolteacher.

In other words, if Voldemort really became a teacher at Hogwarts after graduation, would there still be a Death Eater organization?

Perhaps, Principal Dumbledore regretted not agreeing to Voldemort's application. It's a funny choice to be a teacher or a devil! ] Regulus often thought about the above problems.

It's a pity that his truest thoughts can only be buried in his heart, and as time goes by, they will gradually fade and be forgotten.

The heirs of big families have never been free. The 11 years of studying at Hogwarts has been a gift from Merlin. After graduation, their paths are basically planned.

Therefore, when the news came that Cyrus Ilrajat applied to stay in the school and got Dumbledore's approval, amidst the surprise, incomprehension, suspicion, and sighs, only Regulus S expressed understanding.

[The old headmaster has learned a lesson from Voldemort this time. If he refuses another one, who knows if Il Rajat will become the third generation of the devil. One Voldemort is enough for him to have a headache, and now this one is finally delivered to him. Transformation, if it were me, I would agree quickly...] ———— I am a busy dividing line—————

"Have you decided to be the professor of that course in the future?" Dumbledore sipped honey lemon tea and looked at Cyrus with a smile on his face.

"Except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the rest can be considered!" Cyrus replied decisively, with his head lowered, and the notebook in his hand was still calculating something.

Dumbledore looked curiously at the notebook in Cyrus' hand, but was shocked by a large pile of complicated ancient Egyptian texts on it, "Syrus, I am very glad that you are interested in academic research, otherwise, you How about teaching ancient Egyptian magic?"

Cyrus raised his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, "I have no objection, but can this course allow the spread of religion? Can you give me a [-]% death rate target?"

Dumbledore blinked, puzzled.

Cyrus closed the notebook, crossed his hands on the notebook, and looked at Dumbledore solemnly, "Ancient Egyptian magic is polytheistic religious magic. It doesn't matter if the subject of the teaching has magic power or not, as long as you have faith, but, of faith If the piety is not up to standard, the probability of being backlashed by spells is very high, and the magic power of ancient Egypt is very powerful, and the corresponding backlashes are stronger, and may even be fatal, so, Your Excellency, principal, are you sure you want me to teach this class?"

Dumbledore frowned and muttered to himself, "Is it all right as long as you have faith?"

Cyrus nodded, reopened the notebook, and continued the calculation.

"Do you also believe in anything? Cyrus, you are obviously very skilled in the use of ancient Egyptian magic..." Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looking at Cyrus with sharp blue eyes over the half-moon glasses.

Cyrus' hands paused, and after a while, he replied in a hoarse and low voice, "Death, Your Excellency, I believe in Osiris, the god of death. Do you have any questions?"

Dumbledore slowly brought the lemon tea to his lips, and said in a vague voice, "I am very relieved, child, really, very good faith, and I have always believed that Death is the fairest god."

Cyrus suddenly raised his head, watching Dumbledore hesitate to speak.

"Ask whatever you want, child, I know you have something on your mind!" Dumbledore smiled and picked up a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth.

Cyrus pondered for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Your Excellency, with all due respect, why did you agree with me to stay in school to teach? To be honest, I don't think my rhetoric can impress you?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, swallowed his tea slowly, and thought for a while, "But, I am willing to believe your rhetoric, Hogwarts is a magical place, just like home, especially for people without a home This is a place where wizards can feel peace of mind, Cyrus, sometimes the truth lies on the surface, but people don’t believe it, and the older I get, the more I understand this truth.”

Cyrus held the pen tightly in his hand and said softly, "A place of peace of mind?"

Dumbledore stopped talking and continued to enjoy his afternoon tea leisurely. On the large platform, there was peace and tranquility.

Cyrus felt a little stuck in his heart, trying not to miss the word home.

【Home is just a luxury for me. In this strange world, no one can be trusted or relied on except myself. Hogwarts is just a short-term safe haven. 】————I am the melancholy dividing line—————

Lucius Malfoy stood guard at the door of his study in boredom and trepidation.

Since the last battle between Cyrus and Voldemort, the Voldemort Manor had to be repaired, and Lord Voldemort temporarily moved to the Malfoy Manor. This was an honor for the Malfoy family, but it also made the Malfoy family even more trembling.

Since the great war, Lord Voldemort was in a very bad mood. Afterwards, he issued a series of weird orders. Owls flew in and out every day, and there were even masked Death Eaters escorting them around. The hooded captive enters.

Lucius was still curious about the people who were escorted here at first, but once or twice, after seeing people coming in but not coming out, Lucius didn't dare to think too much. The black rose bushes outside the study were extremely lush, Lucius I don't want to think about whether there are flower fertilizers under the flowers that don't suit Malfoy's aesthetics.

Lord Voldemort is becoming more and more terrifying. Although he has stopped "cruciating" the core members of the Death Eaters since a year ago, he has suppressed the younger generation even more than before. The Death Eaters speculated that it was stimulated by Il Rachat.

You know, Cyrus can also speak snakes, and no one will believe that he has nothing to do with Voldemort, and from that shocking duel, it can be seen that Cyrus is also very powerful, but that kid doesn't know how to praise, and dared to openly challenge Voldemort.

Some of the Death Eaters who came back from the mission in Egypt said that Il Rachat is nothing, the key is that there is someone behind that kid, and his backer is a very powerful dark wizard in Egypt, and that dark wizard is probably related to Voldemort relation.

Two new snake whisperers popped up all of a sudden. When will the descendants of Slytherin be mass-produced?

Lucius was very complicated. The Malfoy family has always been a single lineage. The more noble and powerful the family, the weaker the heirs. The Black family has two cubs that are already enviable and jealous. What if Lord Voldemort can treat the Slytherin family? The secret recipe for mass production of heirs is announced to the outside world, and I believe everyone will be more devoted to him.

While Lucius was thinking wildly, suddenly, the door of the study opened automatically.

"Lucius, come in!" came Voldemort's voice from inside.

Lucius hurriedly straightened his robes, cleared his mind, held his head high, and walked into the study with magnificent steps.

As soon as he entered the study, Lucius couldn't help being surprised. A black-haired young man in his 20s was sitting on the sofa, and opposite him was a smiling Voldemort.

[Strange, I have been guarding the door, I don't remember anyone coming in? 】Although he was puzzled, but he couldn't show it, Lucius still nodded politely at the strange black-haired young man. After a little attention, Lucius found that the other person behaved elegantly, with a hint of fledgling childishness.

"Lucius Malfoy, Abu's son, how are you? You are an outstanding young man, my right-hand man." Voldemort praised Malfoy without hesitation in front of the black-haired young man.

[This tone, acquaintance?You still know my father, unlike me, he doesn't look much older than me? 】Lucius nodded slightly, "Master, who is this?"

"Vidi Gunther, a very talented young man." Voldemort smiled, his eyes were like looking at a junior who admired him.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Gunther." Lucius smiled and stretched out his hand. He could tell at a glance that this young man had a lot to do with Voldemort. He was not a bed partner, but more like a relative, because their smiles were exactly the same.

"It's also an honor!" Vidi Gunther smiled decently, and shook hands with Lucius in a gentle manner.

For some reason, Lucius felt a red light flash in Gunther's eyes, very familiar eyes.

"Lucius, this time, please arrange for Mr. Vidi Gunther to teach at Hogwarts." Voldemort said suddenly.

Lucius opened his eyes wide and was a little surprised, "Master, although I am personally very willing to serve you, the professor at Hogwarts needs Dumbledore's approval to be a professor. We have arranged many people to apply for jobs at Hogwarts in the past. It's a pity that I can't get what I want, this time, I'm afraid I will disappoint the master."

"No, this time, Dumbledore will agree." Voldemort smiled, facing Lucius' puzzled eyes, he slightly raised his hand, "Tell him, Vidi Gunther is my heir and also a Slytherin." heirs."

"What?" Lucius was shocked. He glanced at Vidi Gunther again, and he found more similarities with Voldemort, "But master, if this is the case, let Lord Gunther enter Hogwarts, Shouldn't the future of the Death Eaters be handed over to the Order of the Phoenix? I'm sorry, Lord Gunther, I didn't mean to belittle your ability, but I'm considering your safety, Master, please think twice."

"So, that's why Dumbledore will definitely agree. If Gunther is outside, it will increase my strength..." Voldemort said coldly, his eyes darkened, "It's better to put it under your nose, isn't it?"

"Lucius, don't worry about me, teaching at Hogwarts is my lifelong dream..." Vidi smiled lightly, groping for the obsidian ring on his left middle finger with his right finger, Lucius paid more attention to it in surprise The obsidian ring was the very cherished ring that Voldemort once wore on his hand, which confirmed Viddy's identity even more.

"You just need to take him to Hogwarts to meet Dumbledore, and Vidi will take care of the rest." Voldemort waved his hand, Lucius had to back down, and Vidi Gunther came out with him.

"Mr. Gunther, with all due respect, you and Lord Voldemort are..." Lucius finally couldn't help asking.

"We used to have a good relationship as one person!" Vidi Gaunt turned his head and said gently, a familiar red light flashed in his black eyes.

Lucius suddenly felt that he shouldn't ask any more questions. He led the way obediently, arranged for Viddy to have a room, and started to make preparations for contacting Dumbledore.