who moved my coffin

Garriott Grindelwald put down the notepad in his hand, and glanced at the man in black robe who was standing quietly aside.

"Let what is gone be gone. Expecting too much is not a wise choice..."

"Pursuing what you can't do is a luxury. If you can do it, it's just a multiple-choice question, isn't it?"

The man in black put down his black cloak, his bluish-white face was covered with scars, and his agate-colored eyes were shining brightly.

Geliott looked into the eyes of the man in black thoughtfully, "I haven't been the Dark Lord for a long time..."

"You don't need to come forward, Mr. Grindelwald, you only need to authorize me to borrow part of your power in England, and your wish will be fulfilled soon." The man in black said calmly.

Geliott frowned, "I never deal with people who don't know the details, so, Mr. who doesn't want to reveal his real name, please leave."

The man in black lowered his head, put his hood back on, and when he turned to leave, he whispered when he left, "Mr. Grindelwald, whether you believe it or not, I have no malice."

Geliott closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was firmness in his eyes, "I know about my own affairs, if possible, please send a word to the most capable subordinate I have ever had, I never blame him, really Yes, he is a qualified soldier, the most loyal fighter."

The man in black trembled slightly, lowered his head, as if he wanted to look back, but in the end he didn't.

After the man in black robe left, Garriott Grindelwald sighed and snapped his fingers. After a while, Fox's clear cry appeared in the room. Garriot stretched out his arm and touched Fox on his shoulder, " Fox, is it really right to expect the resurrection of the dead?"

Fox lowered his head and pecked Geliott's fingers lightly.

Geliot was silent for a while, then sighed again, "Should I let Albus know about this?"

Fox tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what Geliot meant. In the end, the old demon king tied a small note to Fox's leg while sighing.

"I hope I made the right choice this time..." Geliot stared blankly at Fox disappearing from sight, and closed the window somewhat dejectedly.

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Cyrus wanted to faint like before, but the body transformed by the Phoenix Fire was extremely strong and sensitive.

The body is strong, so it is difficult to pass out immediately, pretending not to know anything.

The body is sensitive, so even the slightest touch will immediately respond to it.

What's more, the one who stroked and kissed his body was a veteran.

With his hands imprisoned above his head, Cyrus felt helpless and vulnerable. He wanted to shrink back, but his instinctive reaction made him puff up his chest instead.

Imerton's fingers easily tore Cyrus' clothes, and the high priest lowered his head and gnawed on Cyrus' earlobe, neck, collarbone and other sensitive places, gradually leaving red or bruised marks there.

"My... mine... is mine," he said as he kissed lightly, reaching down with a hand to brush Cyrus's vulnerability.

"Let go of me, bastard, let me go!" Cyrus writhed and cursed, his face flushed.

"Cyrus, it tastes so sweet..." Imerton chuckled, and the right hand that imprisoned both of Cyrus' hands was suddenly released, and at the moment when Cyrus' hands were free to push Imerton away, Two delicate golden chains suddenly appeared on both sides of the bed, firmly tied Cyrus' hands and fixed them on both sides of the bed.

"You, despicable!" Cyrus' magic power is not as good as Imerton's, and he couldn't dispel the chains that Imerton created. He could only stare at Imerton unwillingly, watching him slowly hold his waist with one hand, With one hand, he brushed his torn robe and trousers, turning all the clothes into fly ash.

Imerton's movements were as gentle as brushing the surface of water, but Cyrus could not help being aroused with a slightly drunken lust.

"Damn it, Imerton, you also need money to buy clothes." Cyrus roared, trying to divert his attention with words. Imerton's flirting methods are not covered. He was the lover of Thebes 3000 years ago .

Imerton narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and looked at the naked Cyrus, "You don't need clothes today, my love, I will buy you whatever expensive clothes you want in the future."

"Fuck him...fuck your lover!" Cyrus tried hard to get rid of Imerton's shackles, but he felt a hard thing approaching the base of his thigh, and the hot temperature made his hair stand on end stand up.

Cyrus was stunned for a moment, and immediately yelled, "Don't, Emerton, don't be impulsive, I'm a man, a smelly and hard man, you like women, sweet and soft girls, um, listen, Please wake up, don't do anything wrong..."

In the high priest's ears, Cyrus' urgent plea sounded like an aphrodisiac potion.

Emerton lowered his head, kissed the dogwood on Cyrus' chest, kissed once, looked up at Cyrus's bitter and forbearing face, and hurriedly begged for mercy, smiled, moved down a little, kissed again, looked up Seeing Cyrus' expression, he opened his mouth and gasped, closed his eyes involuntarily, bit his lips, stopped begging for mercy, and tried his best to resist the gradual flood of lust.

Imerton kissed Cyrus's upper body little by little with vicious taste, but his hands held Cyrus's fragility and slowly flirted with them, and even gradually tightened them.

"Ah!" Cyrus, who finally couldn't help but arched his body and released him, collapsed from exhaustion after a burst of violent tremors.

The high priest smiled in satisfaction, his slightly squinted eyes were full of unquestionable possessiveness, he lifted Cyrus' legs abruptly, and invaded Cyrus's body without hesitation amidst Cyrus' weak resistance. Body.

"Hmm..." Cyrus suddenly clenched his fists, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and let out a suppressed moan, with a painful expression on his face.

Imerton leaned down, and while slowly adjusting his angle in Cyrus' body, comforted him gently, "Relax, Cyrus, give yourself to me, I won't make you very painful."

"Get out!" Cyrus burst out a word through his jaw.

"Relax, or you will be in more pain..." Imerton also endured the pain, but he didn't intend to back down at all. He slowly tried to move forward or back a little, and every time he tried it caused Cyrus to convulse until When he touched a certain place, Cyrus was shocked, and Imerton showed a happy smile.

"Honey, I know you are in pain, but this way, you will be even more impressed!" Imerton said happily, while starting to speed up, releasing his impulse slowly and rhythmically.

At the beginning, Cyrus was so painful that he wanted to pass out. He tried his best to get rid of the restrained wrist, and was almost broken by the struggling movements. However, with Imerton's skillful teasing and skilled positioning, Cyrus quickly turned from the pain to a strange itching feeling, and then a pleasure of being filled with emptiness, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

Imerton held down Cyrus' constantly struggling wrists with both hands, and the magic power gently repaired the scars on Cyrus' wrists. At the same time, he turned the chain into soft silk to prevent the injury from happening again. Imerton actively moved He looked at Cyrus affectionately and said softly, "I will feel sorry for you, Cyrus, everything about you belongs to me, and any harm is not allowed."

"Go, fuck...it's not allowed, you give me, uh, bastard, get out, uh, uh~", Cyrus panted with difficulty, but couldn't resist the pleasure of getting more and more drunk, and finally accumulated The little bit of clarity gradually dissipated.

Imerton's eyes became darker and darker, gradually unable to restrain his urgency, and his actions became domineering and rude.

"Um, um, uh, ah~~" An uncontrollable moan came out of Cyrus' mouth, and he stared blankly at the constantly shaking overhead. Cyrus opened his mouth slightly, feeling a wave of erratic confusion filling his head.

Imerton enjoyed listening to Cyrus' moaning emotionally, and vigorously increased the frequency of his movements, "I love you" he said loudly, and beat twice, "I love you, Cyrus!" He He stared fieryly at Cyrus' sweat-soaked body and the traces of my own.

Cyrus was in a daze, and instinctively trembled with Imerton's frequency, relaxed, and then moaned unconsciously. After an unknown amount of time, he was exhausted, until he felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

"Finally...is it over?" When Cyrus felt a burning heat pouring into his body, the long-awaited sleepiness and dizziness brought him into the darkness.

Imerton hugged Cyrus tightly, breathing in the smell of Cyrus greedily, "You can't escape, Cyrus, forever."

The corner of the high priest's mouth revealed a smug smile, and he didn't get out of Cyrus' body, but just hugged his lover like this, and gently licked every inch of Cyrus' skin again, "Hehe, little thing, it's okay to fall asleep. Can't hide..." With a murmur, Imerton still didn't let Cyrus, who had passed out, start a new round of conquest.

On the soft and wide black sheets, intertwined figures overlap deeply.

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"Dong dong dong", the door of Spider's End Alley was knocked suddenly.

"Damn it," Snape slammed the stirring stick in his hand on the table, and the potion in the cauldron that missed the optimal temperature became cloudy. This sudden knock on the door ruined Snape's magic for Harry stabilizer.

"You'd better have a good reason, bastard, otherwise, damn it~ huh?" Snape opened the door angrily and was surprised to find that there was no one outside the door, but there was a black envelope on the steps.

Suspiciously, he took out his wand and checked the letter. After finding that there were no unknown traps, he tore off the envelope rudely. Looking at the contents, Snape was stunned.

Dear Mr. Severus Snape: Do you want to revive Lily Evans? ——Death Hallows' short letter fell to the ground, and Snape hurriedly picked it up again. He walked out to look outside the door, frowning, and slowly retreated into the room, closing the door.