who moved my coffin

"You are forcing me to betray my friend, Mr. Connery..." Lucius couldn't hide the shock and pain in his eyes.

"NO, NO, Mr. Malfoy, this is not a betrayal, but an opportunity for you to clearly understand the greatness of friendship. You can tell Mr. Snape exactly what I said. As for the others, the right to choose It's on your friend." Cyrus said casually, stirring the coffee spoon.

"What exactly do you want? What did Imerton promise you, so that you would rather offend the Malfoy family than take such a risk." Lucius growled, clasped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and spoke quickly "Listen, if it's about money, you can just ask, you know, Malfoy can afford it... If it's about power, let me tell you, Imerton's influence in Britain is definitely not comparable to that of Death Eaters , I can directly introduce Vidi Gunther to you... If it is a rare potion, you know, Snape will definitely sell my face..." Lucius said eagerly, full of earnestness, "Please You, Mr. Connery, Draco is still a child, you don't have to make things difficult for him, we adults have plenty of ways to deal with it."

Cyrus chuckled, put down the coffee spoon, didn't drink the coffee, stood up, slowly pushed the coffee cup in front of Lucius, left the table, walked up to Lucius and patted him on the shoulder, bent down He whispered in Lucius' ear, "Tomorrow, I'll wait for your reply, Mr. Malfoy, the coffee here is pretty good, I suggest you try it!"

After speaking, Cyrus walked away leaving Lucius in despair.

Lucius lowered his head, a tear dripped into the coffee cup, causing tiny ripples, as if flashing Draco's face.

Lucius took a deep breath, raised his head, straightened his sleeves expressionlessly, stood up, and strode away decisively.

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Cyrus walked out of the Pig's Head Bar, seemingly wandering around but carefully observing whether anyone was following him. At the same time, he kept going in and out of various shops along the way until finally disappearing into the vast crowd.

Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth and stared at the pocket watch in his hand, the coldness in his eyes became more and more serious, and finally found out in despair that the indicator of the pocket watch was red, and Malfoy's last trace of luck disappeared.

With a pale face, he turned around in a daze, and Patriarch Malfoy turned around and left with some staggering steps.

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Severus Snape was holding a wine bottle blankly. This was the third bottle he'd downed today.

Since he came back from Voldemort's manor a few days ago, he has completely collapsed. He locked himself in the house in Spider's End, closed the fireplace and all the windows, and spent three days in a daze. day and night.

"Lily...", with a soft sigh, Snape covered his eyes with his hands. He still had the letter Lily wrote to him not long ago, and he had sent Lily the baby nutrition and high-level refreshing potion not long ago. His The potion cabinet specially opened for Lily is still full of various advanced potions.

"Bang~ bang!" There was a loud sound from the fireplace of Snape's house, and Lucius Malfoy came out of the fireplace coughing with huge dust, "Ahem, Severus, why did you close the fireplace? Oh, Merlin, Severus, what's the matter with you?"

The platinum nobleman was surprised to find that Snape, who was limp on the sofa, was still holding an empty wine bottle in his hand.

"Are you crazy, Sev, do you want to commit suicide?" Lucius shook his head in disapproval, while cleaning up the messy empty wine bottles on the ground with the snake head staff.

With a flick of his cane, a stream of clear water poured Snape from head to toe, and Lucius finished the cleanup with a drying spell.

With another wave of the cane, a sofa automatically jumped in front of Snape, and Lucius sat down. The silver snake head of the snake-headed stick lifted Snape's chin heavily, and weighed it left and right, "Tsk tsk, look, this is our great Potions Master, he's no different now from any bum in any dingy corner of Spinner's End."

"Let go, Lucius, don't mess with me!" Snape growled hoarsely.

Patriarch Malfoy narrowed his eyes, raised his arm suddenly, and slapped Snape hard.

"You!" Snape stood up and glared at Malfoy, but he couldn't help shaking twice, unable to stand steadily, and had to reach out to hold the armrest of the sofa.

"Phew!" Lucius stood up, pushed Snape down on the sofa, and glared at him from above, "Hit, don't you want to hit me? Stupid guy, look what you are Look, isn't it the death of a beloved woman? Do you know how many people lose their love in their lives, you are a Slytherin, strong Slytherin, don't make yourself dirty like a Hufflepuff , crying like a Gryffindor, look at you, you really deserve to be the son of Tobia Snape, even if Lily Evans marries you, sooner or later you will end up with your mother Irene? The same fate as Prince!"

"Bastard, don't insult my mother!" Snape was furious, jumped up to Lucius, and punched Lucius hard in the face.

Lucius fought back unceremoniously, and for a while, the house was in chaos.

After a long while, the panting two slumped on the ground, Snape raised his head and opened his mouth to breathe heavily, while Lucius slowly sat on the edge of the sofa, lowered his head, and let out a soft sob.

"Lucius, I didn't know you would still cry after losing a fight?" Snape looked puzzled at Malfoy's abnormal behavior with raised eyebrows.

Lucius smiled wryly, "Draco was kidnapped!"

"What?" Snape's eyes widened. "What did you say? Draco was kidnapped?"

Lucius nodded heavily, his eyes were red when he raised his head, "It's from Imerton."

Snape understood immediately, and he punched the ground with a gloomy face, "I should have known that I shouldn't have stopped, damn it, this guy is so despicable!"

Lucius shook his head, "It's too late to say anything now, that kidnapper is very cunning, we met before, but I couldn't track him..." Lucius wiped his face fiercely, and said decadently, "I've got nothing to do, Severus, I can only bring you what he said, no matter what your answer is, I'm mentally prepared."

Snape frowned, stood up slowly, and looked down at Lucius, "I can't betray my master, you know, Lucius."

Lucius nodded dejectedly, "Yes, I was just passing on a message. The man said that the formula of the potion was for Draco's safety."

"I can't..." Snape felt that his throat was a little dry, his godson's innocent and cute smiling face appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt a stabbing pain in his heart again.

"Severus..." Lucius raised his head, the despair in his eyes made Snape startled, "he's still a child!"

The platinum nobleman gently closed his eyes, tears dripping down on the carpet.

Snape was silent. After a while, he walked slowly to the desk, picked up a piece of parchment, and began to write.

Lucius raised his head abruptly and opened his mouth to say something, but he never made a sound.

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In a small class in a Muggle kindergarten, all the children sit in a circle.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"awesome!"

"It's moving!"

Surprised cheers came from the immature, young voice.

Young master Draco Malfoy, who was surrounded by a group of children much older than himself, was very proud. He stretched out his small hand and tugged on the tail of the Horntail toy again, and the dragon spit out a wisp of smoke , the whole day, the toy has almost run out of magic power.

"Hmph!" Draco thumped the dragon's head in dissatisfaction, and the poor Horntail toy lowered its head limply, no longer as majestic as before.

"Ah!" The disappointed children sighed, which made Draco very embarrassed.

"I... my dad will make it better!" Draco, who was less than two years old, could not speak clearly, but he already knew that he had to find his dad for many things.

"Really?" A three-year-old brown-haired baby girl stared at Draco with bright eyes. She liked this beautiful blonde boy baby very much and was one of the first children to get close to Draco.

"Well! It will work!" Draco nodded very seriously. Wizard children are very precocious and no one teaches them. Draco also knows that he must not lose face in front of ladies.

Then a group of little ghosts were there Yiyi Yaya, chatting with the birdsong.

When Cyrus came in, it was already nap time, and the children were lying in a mess in the middle of the classroom with thick cushions, covered with various small blankets casually. Most kindergartens in Europe and the United States practice free-range methods, and the children are not necessarily They are all arranged to sleep on fixed small beds, but after they have had enough fun, they can sleep wherever they want.

Tiptoeing to find Draco who was still drooling from among a group of sleeping babies, he held the limp Horntail toy tightly in his arms, Cyrus smiled and picked up the little devil, coming quietly, quietly walk.

The aunts in the kindergarten did not know from the beginning to the end that there was an extra child in the kindergarten today, and even if the children mentioned it afterwards, no one would believe that a beautiful angel baby holding a fire-breathing dragon appeared here .

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The parchment appeared under a table in the Leaky Cauldron at the prescribed time. After receiving the formula calmly, Cyrus easily undid all traces and invisibility potions on it, and took a short look at it. , Keeping the formula in his heart, a burst of golden fire ignited in his hand, burning the parchment to ashes.

Going back to the high-end apartment purchased in the Muggle world, I rescued Draco from the apartment attendants who were placed there. The waiter who was overwhelmed by the little guy was already happy to help take care of the little guy. No, the little guy’s face was flushed red , and a few pieces of lipstick still sticking on.

"Drink milk!" Cyrus handed the prepared milk to Draco while looking at the formula.

This time, the chubby little hands hugged the bottle in a hurry, and Draco gulped it down. He couldn’t drink it quickly. Cyrus thought that Draco was full after eating, no matter whether the little guy was being hypocritical or just playing. He forgot, so he took Draco's milk bottle, and Cyrus seemed to like the baby milk powder very much. If Draco didn't drink or couldn't finish it, Cyrus was always actively doing it for him.

After Xiaolong was hungry twice, he learned to be good, and he was very active every time he drank milk.

After hurriedly eating the sandwich and salad as usual, Cyrus reached out and took away Draco's feeding bottle, looked at it casually, and found that there was nothing left in it, and his eyes were slightly disappointed.

After drinking the milk, Draco touched his belly and thought bitterly, "Hmph, I won't leave you a drop!"

Cyrus grabbed a towel casually, wiped Draco's little mouth indiscriminately, and threw the child on the bed. Holding up the Horntail toy under his eyes, Cyrus saw that the toy had no magic power. He stretched out his hand and lost some magic power to enter it, and the Horntail began to jump around again.

"Draco, play by yourself!" Cyrus turned around and locked the door of the room with magic, cast a protective spell around the bed, threw a bottle of juice on the bed, and walked into another room that had been modified long ago. A good potion laboratory is ready to prepare the bottle of potion that can hurt Imerton by himself, so as to experiment with antidote and recovery methods.