who moved my coffin

After coming out of the water dungeon, the wet clothes of Vidi and Cyrus could not be dried, and the water dripped along the road, leaving a string of winding water stains in the wide hall.

"It's hard to imagine that Nurmengard is actually a forbidden area for magic..." Vidi waved his wand again, trying to dry his clothes, but there was still no response from the wand.

"Not necessarily, I could sense Imerton's call just now!" Cyrus was bouncing around as he reached for the saint's flag hanging in the middle of the hall, and finally got one for him, but Unable to tear it off no matter what, Cyrus simply hung his whole body under the flag and sank with all his strength, hoping to tear something off.

Viddy looked at him with black hair, "What are you doing?"

"I'm~~looking for~~you can~~change of clothes~~" Cyrus was hanging under the banner tremblingly, his buttocks pouted in a very funny way.

"Clothes?" Vidy stared at the top dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that Cyrus's brain structure was really different.

On the side, Dumbledore's hands trembled as he was flipping through the tome, he looked up slowly at Cyrus hanging in the air, stretched out his hand to support a spectacle frame, turned his back, pretending not to see.

"Ahem..." Geliot on the side couldn't stand it anymore, "Well, I still have some old robes, you two wait, I'll go get them!"

Hearing this, Cyrus looked at the flag above with nostalgia, and then looked at Geliot with tangled eyes, finally let go of his hand and jumped down, with an expression of "you didn't say it earlier", and shouted unhappily, "Hey , old man, have you washed your robes?"

Geliott resisted the urge to beat someone, walked quickly to another room at the other end of the hall, found out two sets of black wizard robes, walked over angrily, and threw them to Cyrus and Vidi, " Just these two sets, don’t wear them if you think they’re dirty!”

Viddy pouted, carried his clothes to the side of the bookcase and went to change.

Cyrus frowned, and very reluctantly, he hid behind the bookcase to change his clothes.

After a while, two people with obviously ill-fitting clothes came out.

"Old man, do you only have black clothes? Tsk tsk, you really have no taste, this is just like Principal Dumbledore..." Cyrus rolled up his sleeves as he walked over, as if he hadn't noticed Gaylor at all. Lie Te has a venomous expression.

Geliott is more than 1.9 meters tall and has a relatively burly figure. Cyrus is only 1.7 meters [-], so Geliott's robe is a bit loose on him. Because he cannot use spells, he has to roll up his sleeves , but the wide collar still exposed a large part of his collarbone, and he often closed one side while the other side exposed his shoulders, which made Cyrus very dissatisfied.

Vidi is 1.8 meters [-], taller than Cyrus, and his clothes look looser on him, but he is better than Cyrus. Even when he rolls his sleeves and pulls his collar, he looks better than Cyrus Much more elegant, his gaze only stayed on Cyrus' chest for a few seconds before naturally shifting to the book in his hand.

"Huh? Where did you find the book?" Cyrus looked at Vidy strangely.

Viddy rolled his eyes skyward, "If you're not blind, you should be able to tell that this is the library."

Only then did Cyrus look around seriously, and suddenly remembered that when he was changing clothes just now, he was still complaining about why there were no hooks on these bookcases, and the clothes were not easy to hang. Is it possible to turn the pages of books here for seven days?"

"I also think that doing this is almost a waste of time..." Viddy closed the book in his hand, touched his chin seriously, turned and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Hey, you two boys, you are too arrogant!" Geliott said angrily, "Choosing in other people's territory, and ignoring the master, no wonder Albus was bound in Hogwarts. Get out, you little devils are really disgusting!"

Cyrus shrugged, "Who said you can't use magic here? Otherwise, you wouldn't waste so much time."

Geliott glared at him, "If it weren't for this, Imerton would have found you two long ago. Nurmengard's space isolation method is to reduce the amount of magic elements and create a magic vacuum. Wizards here are similar to Muggles. Magical creatures are just like normal animals here."

Cyrus thought for a while, his face changed slightly, "No, maybe Nurmengard doesn't work against Imerton."

He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm and pointed to the blood stains that hadn't dried up, "Here, since Imerton can find me through this, does it mean that he will be able to find me soon?"

Geliott frowned slightly. He leaned over and took a closer look at the armband. A frantic look suddenly flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Cyrus' armband. Alchemy Formation."

"Hiss... what are you doing?" Cyrus suddenly yelled in pain.

Geliott, who was pulling the armband, raised his head innocently, his hand was still in the motion of pulling the armband vigorously, "I want to take it off and have a look!"

"Damn it, if you can take it off, I'm still waiting for you to take it?" Cyrus rolled his eyes angrily, "This is a prohibition given to apprentices by ancient Egyptian priests. You can't take it off even if you die, and you have to wear it when you make a mummy. on."

Geliott blinked. "So you're marked? Branded? Claimed like slaves or cattle?"

Cyrus shrank his head and pursed his mouth, "Almost!"

Geliott was excited, "Who are you, Imerton?"

Cyrus' eyes began to wander, and he whispered, "Mentor!"

Geliott's eyes widened. "Albus told me that Imerton is an undead who came back from the dead."

Cyrus lowered his head, looked at his toes, and replied in a softer voice, "Well... to a certain extent, I am similar to him!"

The excitement and frenzy in Geliott's eyes was even worse, he turned his head and said loudly to Dumbledore, "Albus, Cyrus is a necromancer who has been resurrected from the dead, do you know that?"

Not far away, Dumbledore, who was staring silently at Viddy, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. His expression made Viddy very happy.

"So, you don't know yet!" Vidi proudly raised his chin.

Dumbledore frowned, "I thought his family was related to Imerton, but I didn't expect him to be an undead."

Dumbledore put down the book in his hand and walked towards Cyrus.

Cyrus saw Dumbledore walking towards him with a serious face, and wanted to avoid it, but his left arm was held firmly by Geliott like an iron hoop.

"So you're not a little guy, but an old guy older than us?" Geliott turned his head. Although he was smiling, his eyes were cold and cruel, as if he wanted to dissect Cyrus. "Back to life, eh? What a wonderful thing!"

"Don't do it, Geliott!" Dumbledore said coldly, then looked up and down Cyrus thoughtfully, "Cyrus, please tell me the truth, are you an undead?" ?”

Cyrus looked at the old headmaster's serious expression, swallowed hard, and nodded with a flattering smile.

Dumbledore's eyes became sharp, "So, did you kill people too?"

Cyrus lowered his head in timidity, nodded slightly, but still defended himself in a low voice, "But those who moved my coffin woke me up, and if I don't kill these people, I can't Resurrection!"

Dumbledore took a deep breath, and he covered his forehead with his hand, as if he couldn't accept the fact. He tried to calm himself, and asked in a hoarse voice, "When you first entered school, the missing Charles Faye Did you kill Albury?"

Cyrus lowered his head and nodded slowly again, with a strong nasal voice, "He took the amulet I was buried with, and it was a chosen sacrifice according to the ceremony..."

Hearing this, Dumbledore couldn't help taking a step back. Geliott beside him was shocked, and immediately let go of the hand that restrained Cyrus, and instead supported Dumbledore, "Albus, don't get excited!"

Geliott turned his head and looked at Cyrus with a murderous look in his eyes. For a moment, although there was no magic pressure on the old devil, there was a murderous aura more terrifying than the magic pressure.

Vidy, who followed Dumbledore closely, frowned, and stretched out his hand to protect Cyrus behind him, "Now is not the time to pursue the past, Principal Dumbledore, I told you earlier that this is an era of the weak and the strong, you can't Shelter every weak person, as far as I know, Hogwarts 1000 years ago also had apprentice death indicators, and Gryffindor's wizard death elimination rate is no lower than that of Slytherin."

Dumbledore slowly put down his hand, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. He slowly raised his head to look at Viddy, then at Cyrus, and said in a tired voice, "Yes, sometimes sacrifice is inevitable, But I despise behaviors that despise human life. Cyrus, I want to ask you something, please tell me honestly, except for the necessary sacrifices required for the resurrection ceremony, have you ever killed an innocent life with your own hands?"

Cyrus thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Although some people are really annoying, but I am a nobleman, not an executioner. It is really troublesome to kill people and destroy their corpses, and I have to worry about their future. People take revenge, when is the so-called retribution of grievances, retribution back and forth, hugging and sleeping, eh, did I say sleeping? No, I mean, killing and killing is actually very unskilled..."

Saying this, Cyrus tilted the stairs, couldn't help but squeezed his fists and squinted his eyes, and made a gloomy expression, "Hehe, actually, there are too many ways to make life worse than death, just killing those annoying guys like this is really too much." Make them lose their hair at parties, lose their teeth when they eat sweets, get scabies and farts on dates..."

Viddy looked at Cyrus with a dark face and his words became more and more outrageous.

Geliot rolled his eyes and turned his head away.

But Dumbledore smiled slowly, and only changed his face slightly when he heard Cyrus say "the teeth fell out while eating sweets".

Dumbledore slowly broke free from the arm supported by Garriott, walked slowly to Cyrus, opened his arms, and hugged Cyrus: "Okay, kid, stop talking, I know you are flustered, calm down, don't wrong yourself and pretend to be strong, I know you are working hard, really, I know!"

Cyrus suddenly stopped, his face was covered by the old headmaster's long white beard, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the old headmaster's clothes, first he sniffled, then wept softly, and finally It was Wah-Wah who burst into tears, crying almost out of breath.

Principal Dumbledore sighed, reached out and touched Cyrus' head, and looked at Vidy with a slightly deep look in his eyes, "He has never been a bad boy, a long time ago, I have been missing a chance to give such a child a hug , Really, Cyrus, I want to thank you, without you, perhaps I would have missed more opportunities."

Cyrus slowly walked away from Dumbledore's arms, hiccupping from crying, and he wiped his snot with his fat sleeve vigorously, watching Geliot feel sorry for his robes.

"Thank you~uh~ thank you, uh~~, Dumbledore~~uh~ Principal!" Cyrus thanked Dumbledore embarrassingly while hiccupping.

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus with relief, "Don't thank me, Cyrus, thank yourself. I said that I like your freedom and frankness very much. Although I don't know what happened to you in your previous life, I really appreciate it. I am very glad that you have been my student in this life. You have inspired me a lot and reminded me of my mistakes. Therefore, as the principal and your teacher, I need a wider tolerance and understanding. This time, I will protect you all. , is my responsibility and obligation.”

Viddy turned his head so that no one could see his reddish eye sockets.

[However, the Slytherin crying loudly in Dumbledore's arms?It seems that Cyrus really needs more polishing! ] The young Head Slytherin would never admit that he felt a little jealous of Cyrus at the moment.