who moved my coffin

Cyrus buried his head deeply in the pillow and let out a stifled scream.

"Ah~ It's so embarrassing. I was eaten up and wiped out. Is there any reason~~" A muffled voice came from the pillow indistinctly.

Imerton gently stroked Cyrus' back with bruises, and held Cyrus' wrist with the imprint of the ribbon tied just now, "It's okay to vent, Cyrus, I have experience, after venting, Feeling much better physically and mentally.”

There was still a contented smile on the corner of Imerton's mouth, and the pampering and tenderness in his eyes could drip water.

Cyrus' body froze suddenly, burning with anger. He raised his head, just about to sit up and give Imerton a hard punch, but he fell down heavily because of his sore body.

Cyrus said angrily, "Of course you can vent it, beast..." tremblingly raised a hand and complained, "Three days and two nights...don't get out of bed, Immorton the fuck, you're not human! "

"I am a god, my lover, mortals are not as skilled as I am!" Imerton bent down, kissed Cyrus' back again, and licked Cyrus narrowly while Cyrus was stiff. "Of course, Cyrus, it's also fortunate that you are not a mortal, otherwise, I wouldn't be so satisfied."

Imerton's words made Cyrus tremble with rage.

"Get out!" Cyrus tried to stand up and yelled at Imerton, "I'm not your child molester, bastard."

Imerton's eyes deepened, and he said earnestly, "I never treat you as a child molester, Cyrus, as I said, you are my lover."

The high priest's eyes were so sincere that Cyrus couldn't help being startled. He turned his head away and said sullenly, "You are just new for a while, but within a few months, you will fall in love with another person again."

Imerton chuckled, and stroked Cyrus' hair, "Don't worry about gains and losses, little thing, even after 3000 years, you will still be my love."

"Cut!" Cyrus rolled his eyes, turned his head and lay down again, closed his eyes and enjoyed Imerton's delicate stroking and massage. These three days and two nights had exhausted Cyrus, although he had been molested in his memory. Training, but that's all theory. In the past three days, Imerton has completely let Cyrus know how powerful the combination of theory and practice is.

"I'm hungry..." Cyrus turned his head sideways and looked at Imerton pitifully. The weak and pitiful look almost made Imerton pounce on him again.

"I'm hungry too..." Imerton said with deep eyes, and slowly slid his hand down.

"Go and get me something to eat, you bastard with a brain!" Cyrus saw Imerton's bright eyes and knew that he was about to move again. roar.

"Well, I got it, my love!" Imerton held up Cyrus' weak wrist, kissed the back of Cyrus' hand softly, stood up, and slowly put on his clothes.

Cyrus wanted to get up and put on his clothes too, but his body was so weak that he barely turned over, quickly pulled the sheet to cover his body, pulled it under his eyes, and looked at Imerton vigilantly.

Imerton chuckled, bent down and suddenly picked up Cyrus, and in his unexpected low cry, hugged him on the bed sheet and walked outside.

"What are you doing?" Cyrus asked in panic.

"Eat, aren't you hungry?" Imerton looked at his lover in his arms strangely.

"Just ask someone to bring the food to the bedroom, why are you taking me out?" Cyrus said angrily.

Imerton chuckled, looked at the bedroom meaningfully, and said softly, "Some treasures are enough for you to see for yourself, and you can't let others take advantage of them."

"Ah?" Cyrus followed Imerton's line of sight, suddenly realized something, and screamed, "Damn it, that damned mirror!"

Cyrus stared sharply at the huge bronze mirror in the bedroom, only to hear a "crack", deep cracks appeared in the middle of the bronze mirror, and the intact mirror surface was instantly divided into fragments.

Imerton looked fondly at Cyrus' murderous aura, "Okay, just let it out, and speaking of it, I have to thank the mirror!"

Cyrus withdrew his murderous intent very unwillingly, and suddenly thought badly, "Hey, Imerton, do you know the secret of the world in the mirror? I think there are many treasures in it!"

Imerton, who is a demigod, paused for a moment, looked at Cyrus seriously and said, "Cyrus, regarding the mirror world, I think it's better for you to keep your distance."

Cyrus was stunned. He found that Imerton's expression was serious at the moment. Thinking of Imerton's demigod status, Cyrus fell into thought and forgot for a moment that he was still naked wrapped in a bed sheet by Imerton. hug and go.

Imerton came to the restaurant with Cyrus in his arms.

"What do you want to eat?" Imerton smiled and looked down at Cyrus who was still wandering.

"Huh?" Cyrus was startled awake, looking around, he was about to jump up. Lodwig Illazart and Billy Weaver Illazart stood respectfully in front of the dining table, like Among the two dedicated butlers, Cyrus paid special attention to the faint lifelessness exuding from Billy Weaver.

"Billy Weaver died a year ago, and at his begging, I turned him into a priest of the dead." Imerton knew what he was thinking when he saw Cyrus' expression, and explained, "So, now Yi There are no mortals in the Erlazate Manor, they are all loyal subordinates, there is no food here, if you want to eat, you can just say, I want them to do it."

Cyrus' eyes darkened when he heard this, and then he regained his composure. He frowned and said, "Then who will inherit the Il Razat family now?"

Billy Weaver? Illazart raised his head, looked at Cyrus with relief, and said excitedly, "The little master's method has worked. Among the newborns born by four Squibs in the Illazart family There are two pairs of twins with magical powers, and they are in good health so far, and the Il Razat family has a child, thanks to the kind little master."

Cyrus touched his nose through the bed sheet. In fact, he had long forgotten about this matter. At that time, he casually gave some research directions for Billy Weaver to refer to, but he did not expect to be tested by him.

"Hehe, Cyrus, I think Isis will like you." Imerton knew Cyrus' character clearly, so until he probably fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the Il Razat family in a wrong way.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat Russian caviar, Italian pizza, French baked salt snails, and Chinese steamed buns!" Cyrus looked at Imerton deliberately provocatively.

Imerton shrugged, and said to Lodwig very coolly, "Do you hear me clearly, just do as Cyrus said."

Lodwig bowed with a smile and nodded to Billy Weaver. Billy Weaver bowed his head respectfully and snapped his fingers to attract the house-elf.

Cyrus stared dumbfounded at the scenes of shoulders and burdens being played in front of him, and said with great emotion, "Ah, the evil slavery!"

Imerton said softly, "Don't worry, Cyrus, you and I are both slave owners."

———Scene dividing line———

"Galliot, Ariana has passed away, we shouldn't disturb her peace anymore." The note unfolded in front of Geliott's eyes, and the words on it made Geliott smile.

"Sure enough, this is my Albus!" Geliot smiled gratifiedly, and at the same time his eyes became sharp, "Hmph, Deathly Hallows? If you really exist, it's my turn to come and talk to you .”

Geliott suddenly turned around, waved his left hand, and a gentleman's cane flew from the void, obediently slipped under Geliott's hands, a hat was put on his head around his right hand, and a cloak was automatically put on Geliott's back Back, the moment the cloak hangs down, the geometric pattern of black triangular circles is clearly displayed, exuding majesty and arrogance.

Walking briskly out of the door, the vast lawn was full of saints in white robes and gloves with the triangular Deathly Hallows mark. When they saw Geliot coming out, they all looked up at Geliot with fanatic expressions. special.

The old devil king slowly raised his cane, silently pointing in the direction of England, "Let's go!" His faint tone resounded clearly in the ears of every saint.

The saints collectively silently but quickly looked in the direction of England, with a raging flame of war in their eyes.

———Scene dividing line———

Snape came to the astronomy tower, and Dumbledore turned his back to him, looking into the distance.

"I guessed it was you, Severus, so, I'm sorry..." Dumbledore turned around with a serious expression on his face that Snape had never seen before.

"Principal, do you know the purpose of my coming?" Snape looked at Dumbledore hesitantly, but pointed his wand firmly at the old principal.

"Severus, the dead are never as important as the living. It is an unrealistic luxury to pray for the resurrection of the lost life..." Dumbledore touched the Elder Wand in his hand, as if he was a little bit reluctant.

"It's extravagant to have no power to gain. My principal, as long as you have the ability, creating miracles is nothing but a multiple-choice question." Snape finished speaking coldly, raised his wand, and said loudly to Dumbledore, "Avada Life!"

That day was a day that Hogwarts teachers and students will never forget.

A person fell from the tallest astronomy tower in Hogwarts like a broken doll, and fell heavily on the ground.

When the panicked teachers and students walked in and took a closer look, they found that the person lying on the ground was actually the great omnipotent white wizard in their minds——Albus Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall was checking When he saw Dumbledore's body, he said tremblingly, "He was killed by a curse, a killing curse".

On that day, Severus Snape, the youngest Slytherin headmaster in Hogwarts history, also disappeared. Many people suspected that his disappearance had something to do with Dumbledore, and then suspected that Vidi Gunther The leading Death Eaters are inseparable from the killing of Dumbledore.

———Scene dividing line———

In a gloomy cave, Severus Snape knelt on the ground, holding a wand in both hands above his head.

A pale, bony hand stretched out, gracefully picking up the Elder Wand.

"You did a good job, Severus, just as I remembered, you are the most loyal." The hoarse and terrifying voice came, and the figure in the darkness revealed his real body.

The bald-headed Voldemort's eyes flashed scarlet. He played with the Elder Wand in his hand, as if he was getting familiar with how to use it. Suddenly, the wand stopped and pointed at Snape, "But, sorry, Severer Si, you know, if I want to control it, I must defeat its original owner and fight me, my Potion Master, this time, I will give you a more dignified death."

Unexpectedly, there was no surprise or panic on Snape's face, he just raised his head and said lightly, "Master, you promised to bring Lily back to life, under the witness of the Fidelity Curse, please fulfill your promise, otherwise, before we duel , you cannot kill me."

Voldemort was taken aback, with a playful expression on his face. This Voldemort's body was different from his original world, because he didn't completely split his soul, and still maintained his handsome appearance. He stretched out his hand to cover the flowing golden thread on his wrist, Some doubts, "Huh? It actually works?"

Snape looked at Voldemort sarcastically, "My master, do you think that as a master of potions, except for the Fidelity Curse, I didn't hold anything back? You know, because of this murder of Dumbledore, my soul I have completely fallen into hell, and in this world, I have nothing to worry about, and my only wish is to resurrect Lily, once a person is not afraid of death, he will become omnipotent."

Under Voldemort's astonished gaze, Snape slowly stood up, retreated and turned around gracefully, the black robe tumbling, but no one was there.

Voldemort watched with a gloomy face as Snape disappeared before his eyes, and the hand holding the Elder Wand could faintly see throbbing veins.