who moved my coffin

"What are you doing, Cyrus?" The bald-headed high priest approached the little apprentice in a wig.

"Teacher, I'm studying the "Bible of the Dead" and finishing the homework you assigned me." The little apprentice replied honestly.

"Oh? Then do you remember?" the teacher asked kindly.

"Report, the apprentice is stupid. So far, he has only memorized less than one-third of it." The apprentice smiled obsequiously.

"Hmm... are you flouting my orders, or implying that I have chosen an unqualified apprentice?"

The little apprentice crawled under the feet of the bald high priest, "Forgive me, teacher, I have worked very hard, but I don't want to die, I will become a sacrifice after I learn it..."

……

"Alas!" Cyrus sighed, and stood up from under the table, the pouch doll representing Emerton with his left hand beat the doll representing the apprentice with his right hand, and shouted imitating Imerton's tone while knocking, " Forgive me, you tell me to spare your life, your life is mine, and making you a sacrifice is to think highly of you!"

The apprentice doll on the right let go of the beating and scolding. Cyrus changed his tone and replied in a shrill voice, "Ah! Don't get excited, Mr. Emerton, don't get excited. It's not that I don't want to be a sacrifice, but Banker It’s hard to be resurrected once, so give me a few days to enjoy life, okay, or you always go back to hell to rest, and I’ll fix the ordinary things on the ground for you, and you can come up to play again?”

Playing a role-playing game with rag dolls, Cyrus deliberately didn't look at the "Bible of the Dead" on the table surrounded by black mist, wasting time on his own.

[Anyway, I just can't learn when the time comes, what can you do? 】

Thinking of this, Cyrus was extremely resistant to Imerton's work, but in a blink of an eye, Cyrus was lying on the bed again, rolling around with the quilt rolled up.

[There is another Voldemort, why are all the good things coming together.Voldemort, heh, you fool, do you think there is a pie in the sky? I have never touched the "Sun Golden Sutra". If the teacher tells you to give it to you, I will give it to you. You also believe it. You deserve Imerton's way! ] Cyrus sat up venting, threw away the rag doll that represented him, and replaced it with the red-eyed bald doll that represented Voldemort. He fought left and right with both hands, muttering in his mouth.

"Tell you to plot against me, watch me play Avada Kedavra!"

"Hey, you are still far behind, roar, desert!"

"I still have Nagini, come on, kill Imerton!"

"Hmph, Cyrus, come on, bite... eh?"

"Huh?" Cyrus scratched his head with the rag doll in his hand, with a depressed expression on his face, "Why did I put myself on the same level as Nagini, what a shame!"

He wailed again and fell on the bed, turned over and hunched his head under the pillow. Cyrus suddenly wanted to cry, but there was no one around, and a muffled sobbing sound came from under the pillow.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was a knock on the door.

The sobbing in the pillow stopped suddenly, and Cyrus poked his head out reluctantly, with suspicious snot and water stains on his face, he said loudly with a heavy nasal voice, "Cyrus Irrachat is dead, something happened Burn the paper, get out of here!"

"Mr. Ghost in the trouble room told the dead Professor Il Rachat that the old headmaster wanted to have afternoon tea with Cyrus. I don't know if Cyrus can end his date with Lord Death Finally, come and take care of the poor old man!"

Outside the door, Dumbledore's playful voice made Cyrus blush.

He got up slowly, shook off the doll in his hand, took out his wand and muttered silently to clean up, moved the chair to cover the desk, and raked his hair vigorously while walking.

When he opened the door, Cyrus had adjusted his mood and looked at the old headmaster with a gloomy expression, "Principal Dumbledore, I'm preparing lessons and I'm in a bad mood. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Dumbledore smiled at Cyrus, "Come with me, Cyrus, maybe you need some fresh air."

【Fresh air will make me corrupt faster. 】Thinking so in his heart, Cyrus walked out obediently and closed the door behind him.

——————— Separation line of the scene—————

Hogwarts bridge

Dumbledore walked slowly along the covered bridge, Cyrus followed absently.

"Look up at the surrounding scenery, Cyrus, and find the peace in your heart!" Dumbledore said lightly, the old man's tone was no longer joking, but a kind of sincerity from the heart.

Cyrus was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Dumbledore's back with a complicated expression, but he also listened to his words and turned his gaze around.

The afternoon sun is hot, but on the covered bridge of Hogwarts, the airflow formed by the special terrain turns the hot sun into a cool and warm wind, engulfing the scent of flowers and plants from nowhere, extending to the unknown distance , the sparkling lake colors can be seen faintly, light green, light green, grass green, emerald green, that is the lawn, the Forbidden Forest, and the tall curtains representing colleges on the Quidditch field; light blue, deep blue, sapphire blue, Seiler Strange wondered how the sky could separate so much blue; there was laughter, screams, animals and children mixed in.

What a rich sound, what a rich color, what a vivid color of life.

The sockets of Cyrus' eyes were a little hot, and he could suddenly understand Emerton's sorrow. If he was in this life, he would be a cold, stiff and incompatible dead spirit, who could neither feel the warmth of the sun nor feel the warmth of the sun. to bright colors...

Perhaps, you will feel that the whole world has abandoned you!

Cyrus silently clenched his fists, but shook his head mockingly, 【I actually sympathize with him, he is the one who wants to plot my life. 】He slowly raised his hand to cover his chest, feeling a little stuffy.

"You are worrying, my child, can you tell me?" Dumbledore walked to the covered bridge, propped his arms on the railing, and looked into the distance.

"Master Principal..." Cyrus was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

"You can call me Albus, Cyrus, now I'm not your headmaster, but a friend." Dumbledore turned his head and said kindly.

Cyrus thought for a while, and relaxed himself, leaning his back against the railing, "Well then, Albus, you're right, I'm really worried..."

After pondering for a while, finding that Dumbledore didn't mean to urge, Cyrus sorted out his thoughts and considered the content carefully, "I have an elder I admire very much. He is knowledgeable and powerful. Although he is a bit domineering at times, he He is kind to me, he has experienced many~ very bad things, um, how should I put it, he lost love, very serious love loss, almost took his life... Well, I must be crazy, to be with you Say so much!"

Cyrus scratched his head, looked carefully at Dumbledore, and found that Dumbledore was looking at him with interest, "Go on, Cyrus!"

"No, if I continue, I will kill myself!" Cyrus shook his head, waved his hands repeatedly, and turned to leave.

"Sometimes, you can ask your friends to refer to you by saying it. You are not alone, Cyrus, this is Hogwarts, the place you regard as home." Dumbledore's light words stopped Cyrus' footsteps.

"Did the elder you mentioned bother you?" Dumbledore walked slowly behind Cyrus and asked with concern.

Cyrus turned around, walked back to the railing, hopped lightly and sat leaning on the railing, looked into the distance and said softly, "He once saved my life, and now he's here to demand something in return."

Dumbledore frowned, "For saving your life? Cyrus, what does he want in return?" The old man's expression was a little serious.

Cyrus smiled wryly, "It's a price I can't afford."

"Is he important to you?" Dumbledore sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Cyrus smiled faintly, "Maybe, I didn't miss him much when he was away, but when he comes back, I want to rely on him and trust him."

Dumbledore raised his head, took off his glasses, and wiped them lightly, "Listen to my advice, Cyrus, someone who really cares about you will not embarrass you unless he has deeper expectations of you; but no matter how you The choice must be worthy of one's conscience. Sometimes, when people are impulsive, they will do things that they regret. At this time, someone needs to keep calm."

Dumbledore put on his eyes, and looked into the distance with some nostalgia, "When people are at a loss, they will always lose their calm mind and do some irrational things. At this time, we tend to ignore the really important things. It's not good to regret it until you lose it..." Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "The mistake has already been made, even if you spend your whole life to make up for it, you can't regain happiness. Sometimes, Cyrus, When you feel that he is wrong, don’t blind your reason because of your deep feelings, we must help others to recognize their own hearts and prevent them from making choices that will make them painful for life, this is true love.”

Cyrus squeezed his fist, "...help him recognize his heart?"

Mumbling to himself, gradually fell into silence.

After a while, Cyrus suddenly smiled and said, "Albus, I thought you were going to ask about my relationship with Professor Gunther!"

Dumbledore blinked, "Will you tell me?"

Cyrus thought for a while, "Maybe I can say it, but I can't say it all. This guy is Voldemort's heir, and you are also the leader of the Order of the Phoenix. It's difficult for me to be in the middle of you. I can only answer with reservations. What do you want to know, if you can say that I am not stingy, but if you can’t, then I’m sorry.”

Dumbledore smiled, "It's easy to talk to you, Cyrus, you are always so frank, if Tom was as free and easy as you were at the beginning, there wouldn't be so many troubles later."

Cyrus blinked, "That's why he became the devil and I became the professor."

Dumbledore sighed, and pointed at Cyrus with a helpless face, "You guys, on this point, I still can't understand the values ​​of Slytherin, one or two think that being the king and hegemony is the embodiment of success , is it a shame to be a professor at Hogwarts? People who are suitable for being a devil may not be suitable for being a professor, but if the professors of Hogwarts really want to make a big career, I think any of them should be put outside , are all outstanding.”

Dumbledore shrugged and spread his hands, "Child, listen to my advice, you are strong if you can be peaceful."

Cyrus thought about it seriously, and faintly said a sentence in Chinese, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop!"

Dumbledore was taken aback, and glared at Cyrus, "Professor Illacat, don't always test your headmaster's foreign language proficiency, be careful that I will give you another foreign language class, it is compulsory!"

Cyrus choked, and immediately looked at the old headmaster flatteringly, "Don't, Your Excellency Headmaster, can't I be wrong?"

On the covered bridge, hearty laughter came from the old and the young.