who moved my coffin

Just after Mr. Cyrus Ilrachat spent his first year relaxed and leisurely, the arrival of the summer vacation made him return to a new busy life.

First of all, Cyrus has to get back the real Irrachat family. The Irrachat family is an immigrant wizard and aristocrat, and their ancestors were originally a collateral bloodline of a small Egyptian noble that Cyrus didn't even look up to. After Cyrus was awakened, he found the tomb of the ancestor of Irrajat not far from his own tomb. He didn't pay attention at that time, until the magic trace of tracking the golden beetle pointed to Europe, and he paid attention to it for his new identity. His eyes turned to the tomb of the little nobleman.

He devoured the mummy of that little Egyptian nobleman and obtained his blood status. After coming to England, he discovered that the Irrajat family was almost wiped out, and the heirs of two consecutive generations were all Squibs.

So Cyrus, who showed weak magic power, was quickly recognized by this declining family, especially on the second day after he appeared, when the Hogwarts owl, which had not appeared for 30 consecutive years, appeared, the oldest wizard in the family was almost Weeping and holding the notice to comfort the family portraits.

After Cyrus used the family's surname to mix into Hogwarts, almost every week he received an owl from his great-cousin Billy Weaver Ilrachat, asking him if he had any difficulties, whether he needed pocket money or other what items.

The nearly ninety-year-old old man devoted all his enthusiasm to Cyrus, the last hope of the family. Although the Ilrajat family was ancient, they even sold off a lot of their ancestral property because of the decline, but in order to let Cyrus get as much Good resources increase the magic power, and Billy Weaver also sold the last magic farm of the family to the Malfoy family in order to obtain a better situation for Cyrus in Slytherin College.

Cyrus also learned of his behavior of being cheap to his grandfather when Lucius Malfoy accidentally conveyed his greetings to his grandfather when he was preparing to go home at the end of the semester.

Although Cyrus is an extreme egoist, he is not hard-hearted. He was very moved by the care of this cheap relative, so he gave up the idea of ​​pretending to die and returning to Egypt.

For Cyrus, after his resurrection, he has almost eternal life, and it is just a drop in the bucket to spend part of it with a poor old man in his old age.

Even when the well-dressed Cyrus returned to the Illacat Manor and found that the size of the manor was twice as small as that of a year ago, and Grandpa Biriver was still wearing last year's old clothes, he felt that maybe it was because of He also had to help the Ilrajat family continue this kind of selfless family relationship.

It was also from this time that Cyrus, who was originally holding the mentality of watching a play, put his heart back into this world.

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

"This is the boundary of our manor, why is it so small?" Cyrus slowly inspected the Illacat manor, accompanied by the only house elf in the family, Sasha.

"Yes, Master Cyrus, since the old master sold the magic farm in Ireland, due to the insufficient supply of the family's magic power, the enchantment of the manor has shrunk here..." the skinny Sasha lowered her head anxiously, not knowing why , Sasha has a kind of fear towards Cyrus. This kind of fear is different from the coercion of the contract from Billy Weaver, the master of Illacat, but a kind of fear from the depths of the soul.

"Where is the guardian magic circle of the manor, take me to see it!" Cyrus sensed the protective magic shield on the edge, a little dissatisfied with the roughness of the magic shield.

Sasha hurriedly bowed her head and snapped her fingers.

In the next second, Cyrus found himself in a room. The room was about thirty square meters in size. The entire room was covered with dense runes from the ceiling to the floor and even the walls, some of which were emitting dark golden light. , and some have peeled off and become invalid.

Cyrus frowned, "Stupid imitation!" He couldn't help spitting, which made Sasha beside him tremble.

"Tell grandpa that we can't have lunch with him at noon because..." Cyrus looked around at the wall, "Tsk tsk, is this considered an Egyptian vigil?" He turned around, "Just say, I'm studying how to strengthen the manor The power of the magic circle."

"Yes, little master!" Sasha's nose almost touched the ground, and disappeared into the room with a bang.

Billy Weaver was both surprised and happy when he heard the letter from the house-elf. On the one hand, he was worried that Cyrus had broken the magic circle, and on the other hand, he was relieved that the picked Illacat finally started to work. He has a sense of belonging to the family, and the old man is not stupid. This child who appeared out of nowhere seems not to care about the recognition of the family. If it were not for the strict blood magic that proved that he is indeed the blood of the lost Irrajat, Billy Weaver even suspected that this kid was a fake, and now, he was finally relieved that he had made the manor and himself shabby on purpose in order to win the kid's sympathy.

How should I put it, he is indeed the patriarch of Ilrajat who has graduated from Slytherin for generations. Although Cyrus has the memory of two generations, he still cannot escape the calculation of the old man.

"Hey, this child, Sasha, remember to take good care of the young master. As soon as he leaves the room, he will deliver his lunch as soon as possible. What if he doesn't eat lunch..." The old man babbled and complained, while eating his lunch with relish, he was going to save it. Good energy, ready to clean up the mess for Cyrus, he doesn't believe how Cyrus can improve the manor protection magic passed down from generation to generation, in his opinion, maybe he will have to make up for the damage caused by Cyrus' random experiments lost.

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

After Sasha left, Cyrus bent down lightly, stretched out his hand to wipe the ground, and the smooth ground suddenly turned into sand. He straightened up, stretched out his right hand, and saw a golden beetle slowly appearing in the palm of his hand.

Cyrus' eyes slowly turned deep black. He slowly turned his palms over, and the golden beetle fell on the sand with a "plop", split open, and countless black beetles crawled out like a spring. Scattered in all directions, crawling all over the room.

"#%%...%..." Cyrus began to chant spells slowly and in a low voice, seeing the beetles pass by, the spells in the room were covered one after another, and soon turned into flowing sand.

When Cyrus' voice stopped, the beetles had already lined up on the ground and walls.

Cyrus looked around slowly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, all the beetles burrowed into the wall, and the whole room glowed with a golden light, and when the light dissipated, the room had become a beautifully carved Egyptian sculpture. The burial chamber with frescoes.

And Billy Weaver, who was reading the newspaper after lunch, felt a sudden strong vibration in the manor, and then a strange thing happened, the study room he was in suddenly tripled in size, if he hadn't quickly grabbed the armrest of the chair, he It was almost taken out by the ground that suddenly pulled away.

Billy Weaver stood up and pushed open the window of the study. He was surprised to find that not only the study, but also the garden outside the study, the cobblestone path and the small fountain became very far away. Overlooking the past, the diameter of the enchantment of the manor expanded by a full seven kilometer.

"Merlin, he did it!" The old chief Ilrajat rubbed his eyes, looking at the suddenly expanding space, the corners of his eyes couldn't help getting wet.

"Are you satisfied with my masterpiece, Grandpa?" Cyrus' voice came from behind Billy Weaver.

The old man turned around, raised his eyebrows and said, "I remember a letter from Mr. Malfoy saying that your grades are very mediocre among Slytherins."

"Because those with good grades and specialties are in the list of servants of His Royal Highness the Dark Lord. I personally think that what the Ilrajat family needs now is reproduction and stability. Let the big shots play the game of politics." Ruth shrugged. He sat down and slowly enjoyed the lunch that Sasha had prepared for him.

"Hehe, I personally agree with your point of view." The old man showed a gratified smile, "Anyway, child, I'm so glad you're back."

Cyrus ate a piece of veal steak with raised eyebrows, and gave the old guy a mischievous smile.