who moved my coffin

"...This way, no one will find out..."

"...It's a pity, such a good talent, but followed the wrong master..."

"...I didn't expect that, you are really good at it, I thought you loved him..."

"...Love is illusory. With power, what kind of boy can't get it..."

The voices of those conversations were far away but close. There were three people, three lines of voice, all men. One of them, Cyrus remembered clearly, was the guy with red eyes, who pierced Cyrus with a snake-shaped dagger. heart.

【I want to see, I want to see what happened...】 Cyrus' soul was shouting, the dream was so real that he doubted that he had really experienced it.

Suddenly, it seemed that some power helped him, his vision became clear, and the chaotic soul floated in the air again.

The first thing I saw was the dense reeds, and the swaying reeds covered a slender boat. Under the moonlight, three teenagers threw bags of things into the Nile River, and there were "plops" in the distance. Plop" into the water, slowly swimming like a wooden stake.

【Crocodile! ] Cyrus is angry...

In ancient Egypt, there was no way to have mummies. People whose bodies were eaten by crocodiles would never be reborn. Even Ansuna, who murdered the pharaoh, could keep mummies. Cyrus watched his body being eaten by crocodiles. , the resentment in my heart is indescribable.

【However, if this is reality, why would I be resurrected? I remember that I was executed by the pharaoh guards after the death of Mr. Emerton?Could it be... this is just a nightmare, not reality? ] Cyrus was puzzled again.

Just when he was confused, the familiar force came, and he saw the golden sun silhouette again, while being sucked in, he vaguely saw the gold leaf and papyrus.

————I am the dividing line of suspense—————

{Are you awake? } a voice asked jokingly.

{Wake up, what time is it? } Cyrus replied subconsciously, but was awakened by the noise of "wow" around him. He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was still at Voldemort's party, but why were the people around him looking at him with frightened eyes? .

{Dear Cyrus, I really admire you. You can actually fall asleep under my nose. Are you fully assured of me, or are you simply dismissive of me? } Voldemort's voice rang in his ears.

Cyrus suddenly realized that he had answered Voldemort's words in the language of God, the so-called Parseltongue, so he had exposed the fact that he was a snakemouth.

Cyrus lowered his eyes, everything is not going well recently, especially the fact that he often wanders, but as an Egyptian priest, Cyrus believes in causality, since he was killed by the red-eyed person in his dream, then facing Voldemort, who had the same onyx eyes, how could he not feel resentful.

If we were afraid of Voldemort in the past, then guarded against it, and recently it was fear. After going through the dream of fugue just now, I have completely let it go, [Damn, I was killed by rabbit eyes in the previous life. Although I don’t know if he has reincarnated, this Once, Voldemort, you also offended me, so let’s pay the debt together for that rabbit...] He raised his head, gave Voldemort a provocative look, and made a hissing sound, {Your Excellency Voldemort, you don’t have to sneer at me, I didn't think carefully about the incident in Egypt, and I didn't give you all the details. However, you hid your identity and participated in that event, and you may not have complete trust in me. In the end, no one owes anyone, so don't be aggressive! }Because they were talking in Parseltongue, the guests naturally couldn't understand the content of the conversation between Cyrus and Voldemort, but the fact that this young man could speak Parseltongue shocked a lot of people, let alone that Voldemort listened to Cyrus The magic pressure soared straight after the words.

"Ah, I know why Lord Voldemort indulged Il Rajat so much in the past!" A Death Eater clenched his right fist and punched the palm of his left hand (standard Xiaoyi's signature move). The Dead Apostles watched in a small area.

"why?"

"Damn, I can't even guess this. They are all snake whisperers. They are obviously related by blood. Maybe Irrachat is the illegitimate child of the Lord, or a relative. Ah, the Irachat family is so lucky to get With Slytherin blood, wearing a cuckold is worth it..."

"Hush, keep your voice down, do you want to be awada?"

"Ah, Lord Voldemort is angry, it seems that the child has made him angry!"

"Ah, should we persuade the fight!"

"Don't worry too much, there are too many things about father and son falling in love and killing each other, do you want to be cannon fodder?"

"Silence!" Lucius Malfoy finally couldn't help declaring discipline loudly.

Severus Snape suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, "If it's the descendant of that lord, well, it's not wrong to lose!"

————I am the dividing line of suspense—————

Voldemort stood up slowly, leaned forward, and the demon was overwhelmed. There was only one boy glaring at him in his onyx eyes. I thought everything would be fine with Imerton protecting you, but now that you are in my territory, if I want you to die, the High Priest of Death will not be able to stop me! } Cyrus also stood up slowly, the black death energy exuding from his body was rising steadily, his golden-green eyes were shining brightly, {Voldemort, are you joking?I will be afraid of death?It’s not like you haven’t seen me come back from the dead. Without Imerton, I, Cyrus, am not afraid of you. When I am happy, I will play with you. When I am unhappy, hum...} No matter what, Cyrus sometimes Fever is not much better than a brain-dead Voldemort.

Cyrus glared at Voldemort, waved his sleeve with his right hand, and saw a cloud of wind and sand sweeping the entire banquet hall. In an instant, there was a gust of wind, and after whistling and circling, the wind and sand fell behind Cyrus, turning into seven Two mummy warriors, Qi Qi holding a machete, roared at Voldemort.

"Boom" the banquet hall suddenly became lively. First of all, everyone cleared the three-meter separation zone for Voldemort and Mr. Il Lazart. Except for Cyrus and his mummy warrior, only Voldemort stood proudly. In the center of the banquet hall.

The Death Eaters all stood in the same direction behind Voldemort. The older Death Eaters looked calm, although they were surprised, they still took out their wands in a calm manner and took advantage of the position.

And many young wizards who attended the banquet were frightened. They had never seen such magic as Cyrus, who could summon undead in an instant. You must know that necromantic magic is basically taboo.

Even those who are not Death Eaters can't help but feel fear after seeing the ferocious mummy guard. The gentle image of Cyrus that he has managed for many years is suddenly broken, and a gloomy, dangerous, and powerful necromancer image is displayed in front of everyone. .

Voldemort slowly stepped down from the throne, turning the wand in his hand dexterously, {I thought you would be more cautious, Cyrus, in Voldemort's manor, cast Egyptian spells, don't you feel very restricted. }Cyrus gritted his teeth, {You also tasted this feeling in Hamnabutra, didn't you, Duke Voldemort, maybe there are restrictions on casting spells, but it doesn't prevent me from creating enough damage, you want to know the damage How big is the sex, just let it go! }Cyrus' arrogant provocation obviously angered Voldemort. He sneered, lightly shook his wand, and a cluster of fiery flames rose from the ground, divided into seven groups, and attacked the seven mummified warriors with a bang.

The mummy warrior nimbly dodged Fiercefire and rushed towards Voldemort at the same time, but was continuously scattered by the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. Although the mummy warrior was made of dust and could be reunited after being broken up, it was Sailor who consumed it. s magic.

"Cyrus? Irracat, today, in full view of everyone, you attacked me. The Irracat family openly challenged Duke Voldemort. Is this a duel? Tell me, boy, what do you rely on? Challenge me—Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort questioned Cyrus loudly in English.

Cyrus frowned, and he also felt that his actions were a bit reckless, but when he thought of his dream, Goldman couldn't help being angry. He also sneered, stomped his feet suddenly, and another frenzy of beetles surged on the ground, rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort twirled his wand easily, without even saying a word of incantation, as a water dragon sprang from a fountain beside him, stirring up the army of beetles.

"Voldemort, you are too aggressive. For you, if you don't submit, you will perish. I think my Ilrazat family has nothing to do with the world, but you are pressing every step of the way. What happened to the Slytherin family? What's the matter with the Dark Lord, you can't force everyone to submit to your despotic power because of your strength, and there can't be any voice of disobedience. Do you own the wizarding world? Do you want to be a dictator? Do you want to be a dictator? A dictator like Geliot Grindelwald?"

Cyrus thought to himself [Damn, I told you to use your name to overwhelm me, little one, you are still far from being online! 】Sure enough, Cyrus’s impassioned words caused a commotion from the nobles who were not Death Eaters, especially Sexus Grindelwald, who almost admired Cyrus’ endless methods, “I’m dreaming How dare he confront Voldemort directly."

"Don't look at the appearance, Sexus, they are all snake whisperers, maybe he has a blood relationship with Voldemort... I think Voldemort is still able to do his job well, Mr. Il Lazart's prospects are not optimistic." Heinrich said relatively calm.

"However, even so, it's amazing, isn't it?" Sexus murmured, "If I have his strength, it will be enough to integrate the entire Grindelwald and restore the family's honor!"

Heinrich was silent. He remembered the news he had concealed from Sexus. On the other side of the family, because of Sexus' closeness to the doves, Voldemort turned to support Sexus's cousin——Ed Man Grindelwald, now, almost half of the forces in the main family have been recovered by Edelman, and the rest are also on the sidelines.

Obviously, Voldemort started an infighting in the Grindelwald family, and the ultimate goal was to clean up the mess.

Looking at this end again, Cyrus's seven mummy guards finally dissipated five after the attacks of multiple Death Eaters, and the remaining two, Cyrus withdrew the magic power with a wave of his hand, turning them into dust.

"What's the matter, don't attack anymore? You're just two-handed, and Imerton didn't teach you any new tricks?" Voldemort sneered contemptuously, and he almost defused Cyrus' attack with little effort.

But Cyrus showed a ferocious smile. He stretched out his right hand again, raised his head high, and chanted a string of obscure incantations aloud.

Voldemort's face changed slightly, and he recognized that Cyrus was speaking ancient Egyptian.

"Wow!" The roof above the hall was lifted suddenly, and a chilly suction fell to the sky. The wizards in the hall looked at the sky in horror. A powerful tornado was forming. Outside the tornado, Cyrus smiled ferociously. , exactly the same as the one standing in front of Voldemort.

"Want to taste what it's like to be swept into the sky by a tornado?" Cyrus laughed.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort decisively sent a beam of green light to Cyrus on the ground, but found that the green light pierced Cyrus' figure.

"Illusion?" Voldemort realized that Cyrus had long been hiding, "When did you replace the main body?"

Voldemort scanned the surroundings calmly, squinting his eyes to find Cyrus' real body.

"Voldemort, you forced me. Everyone present, you have seen that Voldemort cast the Unforgivable Curse on me. We are no longer at peace. Today I have no choice but to use family magic to attack him. If you implicate everyone, don't Blame me, my today is likely to be your tomorrow, even if I die, I will make Voldemort pay the price!" Cyrus hid in the dark, constantly inciting the emotions of the nobles, he knew that he was absolutely in Voldemort's territory. You can't ask for it, so pull back as much as possible to make Voldemort angry.

The tornado in the air roared again, intending to rush down, and many people in the hall turned their begging eyes to Voldemort, hoping that he could compromise with Cyrus and avoid the reckless revenge of this impulsive little wizard.

In the confusion, a figure walked to a door.

"Kamikaze Wuying!" Suddenly, the roar of Cyrus' version of the tornado was interrupted, and the side door of the hall burst open with a sound. In the small living room, Sailor, who was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, was stuffing grapes into his mouth. S. Irrajat showed up. He turned his face foolishly, and saw a group of surprised or angry eyes. Outside the broken door, Severus Snape was slowly putting away his wand, silently Step aside.

"So you are here!" Voldemort turned his head little by little, looking at Cyrus.

The huge tornado in the sky stopped abruptly, and the rolled roof bricks fell one after another, but were bounced off after touching the protective shield of Voldemort Manor. Cyrus gave a stiff dry laugh and waved awkwardly, " Hi, are you hungry?"