who moved my coffin

"The surface temperature of the sun is about 5770 Kelvin. Well, Kelvin is a unit of measurement for temperature in Kelvin. What, I don't know what Kelvin is?... I just want to ask, who knows what absolute zero is?"

Cyrus looked hopelessly at the sparkling ignorant eyes of the audience, and finally shrugged his shoulders in discouragement, "Children, it seems that we have to change the way.

The wizard juniors in the audience continued to pay attention to Cyrus with their innocent eyes wide open.

Cyrus waved his hand, and a series of pictures and noun notes were listed horizontally in the air, arranged from left to right, "Pyramid, Orion, Zodiac signs, legends of the sun and nebula, European solar center theory, Newtonian mechanics, Einstein Stein's general relativity..."

"Have you heard of those? Please point them out!"

The kids pointed to Newtonian mechanics and shook their heads collectively.

Cyrus sighed, 【Is there a gap in knowledge after World War II?What a depressing answer. ] Cyrus raised his hand and waved away the demonstration, folded his arms and propped his chin, stared at the ceiling without blinking, and after a minute of silence, he snapped his fingers suddenly, "Okay, let's teach like this!"

Three black lines fell from the heads of the wizard students in the audience. I dare to say that the professor wrote the lesson plans on the spot. I don't know whether to say that he is irresponsible or that he is extremely talented.

Cyrus turned and walked to the blackboard, drew a line along the middle with his wand, tapped the wand on the left, and tapped the wand on the right: "On the left are Muggle astronomy myths and the development of astrophysics science, and on the right are wizard legends and modern Wizard astronomy, very good, everyone has seen that the Muggle side has already densely extended beyond the blackboard, while the wizard side is only half of the blackboard, which one do you want to learn?"

"What's the difference?" a Slytherin asked calmly.

"If you learn the one on the left, you are likely to fail the exam. For the one on the right, you don't have much homework and the exam is not difficult." Cyrus replied quickly, looking at the students expectantly.

"I'll take the one on the left!" the Slytherin replied decisively.

"Why?" Cyrus asked with a forced smile, his complexion changed slightly.

"Because it's obvious that Professor Il Rachat wants to be lazy and not teach, it must be interesting." Grindelwald, who was sitting in the last row, said with a smile.

The rest of the students nodded in unison.

With a bitter face, Cyrus looked again at the hourglass where the get out of class was still 10 minutes away, "I suddenly feel that I am not suitable for teaching astronomy. Are you interested in astronomy myths?"

"Teacher, you have to be worthy of your salary!" Encouraged by Grindelwald's schadenfreude, the Slytherin students said in unison, making people in other colleges laugh (astronomy is optional, so the four colleges have classes together .

Cyrus glared at Grindelwald viciously. Ever since he led the team to join him, this kid has no sense of being a subordinate at all. Instead, together with the old boy Lodwich, he is keen to force Cyrus to do something. For things that are labor-intensive, such as now, it is obvious that you can choose wizard astronomy, which is easier to learn, but you are encouraged to learn Muggle astrophysics, which is expensive.

"Okay, let's start with the temperature in Kelvin..." Cyrus reluctantly opened his notebook, and began to lecture by selecting the simplest possible content from it.

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Unlike Cyrus who was almost forced to teach, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone looked at the smiling Professor Vidi Gunther, but they couldn't laugh at all.

"Tsk tsk, don't you know anything? It seems that the quality of Hogwarts students still needs to be honed..." Saying this, Professor Gunther waved his wand, and a stack of parchment and reference textbooks were sent to Go to the desks of each student, "During this week, the spells marked in red ink in the textbook must be learned, and the paper on "What I Learned in the Past" must be at least [-] inches on the parchment. Principal Dumbledore gave a pertinent evaluation, I will not hesitate to add points, do you have any comments?"

Feeling the sudden soaring pressure, the little animals all shook their heads and burst into tears.

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Severus Snape looked at the small animals in the audience coldly, "You are here today to learn a profound knowledge..."

Why is there a chill?The little animals are trembling collectively...

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Principal Dumbledore patrolled Hogwarts with a smile on his face. Since the beginning of this semester, the frequency of his walks with Mr. Filch has increased significantly.

"Argus, I feel that I have returned to my youth, watching some children grow up, I am really proud..." Dumbledore often sighed.

"Master Principal, if you allow me to punish those troublemakers, it will be more like when you were young!" Filch complained dissatisfied.

"Hehe, Argus, don't you think children's pranks are becoming more and more creative?" Dumbledore said to him, looking around.

Filch could only follow behind sullenly.

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At dinner time, at the staff table.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore recommended his sweets to Viddy Gunther with a smile.

Professor Flitwick watched curiously as Severus Snape sliced ​​the pepper steak down to the millimeter.

Professor McGonagall frowned, and Cyrus Illacat was writing and calculating in his notebook while holding the bread in his mouth.

"Cyrus, you can slow down your work while eating!" Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help but said, she heard that Il Rachat was teaching the students about Muggle astrophysics, and she couldn't help admiring him dedication.

"It's okay, I don't mind!" Cyrus replied vaguely, crumbs spattered a little.

"Maybe, it's not work, it's homework!" Vidi suddenly turned his head and smiled strangely at Cyrus.

Snape turned a deaf ear to the machine on the table, and just calmly put the cut steak into his mouth.

Cyrus raised his head, gave Vidi a cold look, and scratched fiercely across the notebook.

Vidi turned his head triumphantly, with a good appetite.

Swallowing a mouthful of bread, Cyrus squinted at Viddy's plate as a cockroach emerged from Professor Gunther's bread.

Viddy stopped the knife and fork, red light flashed in his eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at Cyrus.

"You~bit~me~!" Cyrus opened his mouth, making a silent provocation arrogantly.

After finishing his meal, Snape took a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth, got up and left.

Cyrus frowned, moved his nose, looked at the pumpkin juice in the cup on the left, raised his eyes, stared fiercely at Snape's back, covered the cup with his palm calmly, slightly After the pain passed, the volatile potion in the cup was neutralized.

Vidi Gunther raised his glass to him from a distance, "What's the matter, Professor Ilrachat, don't you like pumpkin juice?"

Cyrus sneered, stood up, and left as well.

"I wish everyone a good appetite, I'm leaving first!" Vidi, who was finally victorious, got up politely and walked away.

"Do all Slytherin graduates eat so fast?" Professor Flitwick shook his head and sighed.

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"dong dong dong"

At the door of the staff dormitory next to the Astronomy Tower, Vidi Gunther knocked on Cyrus' door with a leisurely expression.

"Il Rachat is dead, it's okay to get out, burn the paper!" Cyrus' angry voice came from inside. One and a half months have passed, and he has only learned a small part of the "Bible of the Undead" spells, and his progress is slow.

"Cyrus, I want to talk to you!" Vidy continued to knock on the door very stubbornly.

"Wow!" The door was opened roughly, and Cyrus glared at Vidi with an irritable expression, "I don't care about Voldemort, whether you are a Horcrux or Polyjuice Potion, I'm very busy recently, and I want to find Yi Morton figured it out on his own, I wasn't in charge of the matchmaking."

Vidi's face changed, and he tried to persuade himself not to send a bunch of Avada at Cyrus, "It's not about me, but about you. I know the content of the mission Imerton gave you. You are sure to stand Say here?"

Cyrus froze for a moment, looked at Vidi warily, then scanned the seemingly harmless portraits around him, and finally took a step back to let Vidi enter the room.

"Shouldn't there be peeping here?" After Vidi came in, he looked around leisurely, his eyes fixed on the desk not far away, and a copy of the "Bible of the Dead" was spread out on it.

Cyrus walked up to him, covering his sight, with gloomy eyes, "What do you know?"

Vidi didn't answer, but smiled and folded his arms and leaned back on the sofa behind him, softly uttering a word, "Crucio!"

"Ah!" Cyrus was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He took a few steps back, looked at Vidi in astonishment, and then frowned and slapped his chest on his chest, shaking out a mouthful of blood, but it could only relieve the pain temporarily.

"Well, it seems that it still affects you!" Vidi stroked his chin, stood up straight, and walked slowly in front of Cyrus.

Cyrus, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, took a step back vigilantly, looked at Vidi coldly, "Did Voldemort play tricks on me?"

"Smart!" Viddy lowered his head slightly, and said in Cyrus' ear, "As long as he wants, he can always know what you are doing."

Cyrus narrowed his pupils and narrowed his eyes, "It's not difficult for me to change my body, tell me this, aren't you afraid of destroying Voldemort's design?"

"No, Cyrus, you can try it!" Vidi smiled meaningfully.

Cyrus frowned, closed his eyes and tried to get out of his body, but when he opened his eyes suddenly his face changed drastically, "How is it possible?" He cried out.

"It wasn't possible in the past, but since I got the "Sun Golden Sutra", it's not a problem anymore." Vidi smiled and watched as Cyrus' face became more and more ugly.

"Why, you don't know yet? Voldemort has already obtained the "Golden Book of the Sun" and opened it with the key handed to him by your mentor..." Vidi's words made Cyrus's brain roar.

【Why?Why did Imerton let Voldemort get the "Sunjin Sutra"? ] Cyrus was puzzled.

"What do you want me to do?" Cyrus tried hard to calm down, ready to see the trick.

"Very sensible, Cyrus..." Viddy whispered in Cyrus' ear, "Tell me what you know about Imerton."

"Impossible. Apprentices and mentors are protected by oaths that are stricter than the Loyalty Curse. Your request is simply asking me to commit suicide." Cyrus resolutely refused.

"Can't you?" Vidi didn't have any surprise on his face, "Then, let me read the Bible of the Dead."

"I only have a copy. The real "Bible of the Dead" is in Imerton's hands!" Cyrus pointed at the tome on the table angrily. "Of course, if you can understand it, I don't mind."

Viddy frowned, puzzled by Cyrus's surprising cooperation, he walked quickly to the desk, looked down at the open copy of "The Bible of the Dead", but saw only a piece of dark gold text that was constantly flipping and changing.

"What is this?" Vidy asked curiously.

"This is the Bible of the Undead. The original version changes more frequently. You must find the rules and calculate correctly to see the real content." Cyrus said with a complicated expression, "Muggles only see ancient Egyptian texts, and only the ones read by Only the selected Muggles can read it, otherwise they will be enchanted, the real spells of the two Bibles are hidden in the flowing rune, I unlocked the seal, but I can’t go any further, it’s too exhausting.”

"This is completely different from the "Sun Jin Jing"?" Vidi became interested, "How to unlock the seal?"

"You haven't unlocked the seal?" Cyrus was surprised, "If you haven't unlocked it, how can you control my body?"

"The words on the "Sun Golden Sutra" are not flowing, and the spells to control the possession of the undead are in it..." Vidi replied honestly, paying attention to Cyrus' expression.

Sure enough, Cyrus' expression changed drastically, and he "snapped" the copy of "The Bible of the Dead" in front of Vidi, "Damn it, why didn't you say it earlier, Voldemort was designed, you are sacrifices, damn it, I I was hurt by Voldemort, what should I do?" Cyrus rubbed his hands anxiously, walking back and forth in the dormitory.

"So, you know there's something tricky about it..." Vidi suddenly felt better, "You and Imerton are master and apprentice, and you don't know much less than him. What is the "Sun Golden Scripture"? What, what is the connection between the Bible of the Dead and it? Tell me, Cyrus, if Voldemort is dead, neither you nor I will live, we are now grasshoppers on a rope."

Cyrus looked desperate, trembling all over, just biting his fingers nervously.