who moved my coffin

The morning sun rises, but the sun does not penetrate into the bottom of the sea.

In the city of Hamnabtra shrouded in darkness, the only light is the statue of Imerton. The statue constructed by the beliefs of the believers of the god of death is the image of Imerton holding the "Bible of the Dead".

Imerton stood on the high balcony of the palace, leaning against the window and staring blankly at the disciples of the god of death who were working hard to build the statue.

"Mr. Imerton, it is the humble Cyrus' greatest wish to stand behind you and look up at your back!" Cyrus' dog-legged flattering voice in Imerton's mind sounded in Imerton's mind.

Imerton grinned. Cyrus always didn't know that when he said this against his will, there was a hint of irony on his face. It was this irony that made Imerton bully him. , Give him small shoes to wear, embarrass him.

Compared with other apprentice priests, whether they were real or false, Cyrus was a guy who couldn't hide his thoughts, his expression was always lively, and he always said silly things that made people laugh inadvertently.

Imerton was also rebellious and detached in the past, so since he became a high priest, although he pretended to be serious and mature on the surface, he still yearned for freedom and willfulness in his heart.

Maybe it was watching Cyrus struggling in the struggle for power, thinking of himself who had to hide his personality, or envious of Cyrus being able to take pleasure in bitterness and turn embarrassment into evil, Imerton was very interested in this Little apprentices are actually special.

Imerton always thought that this particularity was the reason why the stone was on Cyrus, but now that the stone had returned to him, Cyrus should also disappear from his life.

"I should get what I want. Now, in my kingdom of God, there are believers who trust me and support me, nourish the soul of the family, and give birth to the gods of Imho, but why, my heart Still feeling empty?"

Imerton stared at the statue in a daze, and unconsciously, the image of the little apprentice who was always restless following behind appeared in his mind.

"Hey, let me tell you, Mr. Imerton, since I have been honored to be promoted to priest, can you stop asking me to wipe the idol?"

"Ah, my greatest mentor, it is inhumane to disturb a priest who is communicating with the gods before the sun rises... What is human nature? This... I don't know, just say it It slipped out!...Ah, don't scratch my nose with the reed, I will be allergic...What is the allergy, this...I don't know, it just slipped out of my mouth!"

Immorton, who was immersed in memories, had a comfortable smile on the corner of his mouth, but a tear slipped out from the corner of his unconscious eye, fell into the air, and turned into fine golden sand.

———Scene dividing line———

"Ah~~cut!" Cyrus, who was walking down the deck, sneezed very indecently, shrugged his nose in wonder, raised his eyebrows and looked at the bustling crowd on the pier, "Is it a holiday today? Why is it so How many people?"

Because he could not inform his acquaintances on the American side, Cyrus walked out of the pier very depressed.

A group of people wearing wizard robes quickly passed by, they were Lucius and the others in a hurry.

Slightly turning around to make way for them, Cyrus was satisfied to see that Lucius also looked like he didn't know him, and they should be walking in the direction of the International Teleportation Department of the wizarding world on the American side.

Walking out of the pier leisurely, Cyrus raised his hand and beckoned a taxi, "Hilton Hotel!"

From past life to present life, from resurrection to nirvana, Cyrus came to America for the first time. Unlike Robert Gale, who was driven to the United States by him long ago, Cyrus did not yearn for the life of a wizard in America. One time, I wanted to be an ordinary Muggle easily. If it weren't for the ardent persuasion of the head of the Il Lazart family, this trip should have started seven years earlier.

"Fortunately, it's not easy for fate to go around and go back to the starting point. Wait in 3000 years!" Cyrus admired the bustling scenery outside the window, full of emotion.

"Zi Liu!" Suddenly, the taxi braked suddenly, and Cyrus, who couldn't react in time, slammed heavily on the back of the front seat of the taxi.

"Ah!" The nose hurt so badly that tears flowed out, but what happened next made him even more depressed.

"Shut up!" The car door next to him was pulled open, a strong arm stretched in, lifted Cyrus out and threw him to the side, but he himself got into the taxi, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry!"

"Drive!" The guy who slipped Cyrus out anxiously urged the roaring taxi driver. The driver seemed very reluctant, but after being held in the head by a gun, he obediently stepped on the gas pedal. and go.

A banknote was thrown out of the car window danglingly, which was to compensate Cyrus for the loss.

Cyrus slowly got up from the ground. While standing up, he nimbly avoided the passing car behind him, and heard the driver's impulsive scolding, "Don't you have eyes? Standing in the middle of the road?"

There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to catch the banknotes that fell after being thrown into the air because of the passing traffic.

Cyrus tilted his head, squinted at the car in the distance that almost hit him and scolded him just now, flicked his fingers, the car skidded while turning, hit the fire hydrant, and immediately , The soaring fountain sprayed into the air, causing chaos on the street.

A person stumbled out of the crooked car door, but was suddenly pushed by the sprayed water to the trash can on the side of the street, and fell to the ground with a crash, with a pile of rubbish on his body.

Curling his lips, Cyrus touched the banknote in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, and a familiar face appeared in his mind.

"It's him?" Cyrus opened his eyes and pursed his lips. He didn't expect to meet this person here.

Although a little reconciled, Cyrus, who didn't want to cause trouble, still held back his breath, "Hmph, Raztolt, I'll settle the score with you after I avoid the limelight!"

Firmly stuffing the banknote into his trouser pocket, Cyrus flicked his dusty suit, and stretched out his hand to hail another taxi.

After waiting for 10 minutes, there was no empty taxi. Cyrus suddenly understood why Raztolt had to hail a taxi in such a rude way.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at a passing taxi and said something to himself.

brush!The taxi that was still speeding on the opposite side suddenly made a sharp turn and stopped beside Cyrus after making a screeching brake sound. The driver yelled at the passengers behind him, "Get off, I'm done!"

"Ah, how could this be?" A fat man with a briefcase squeezed out from the back seat angrily, waving his arms, "I want to sue you!"

"Go to hell!" The driver gave him a middle finger.

Cyrus turned his head and smiled at the fat man. The guy immediately turned around with a dazed look in his eyes, and rushed into a nearby lingerie store with his briefcase in his hands. After a while, there was a burst of exclamation.

After clearing the obstacles, the proud Cyrus was about to get into the car without any haste, when suddenly a woman quickly squeezed into the open car door, "City Plaza, hurry up!"

Cyrus glared angrily, and was about to explode, but the tall and burly man with glasses who followed closely behind the lady made him dismiss the idea instantly, "Wait for me, Louise!"

"You're such a mother-in-law, Clark, if my headlines go away, you're the one to blame!"

Cyrus took a step back unconsciously, and stared dumbfounded at Superman Clark Kent and his beautiful partner, Louise Lane, noisily crowded into the taxi he hired, and walked away.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir, we are in a hurry!" Clark, who had a gentle personality, did not forget to roll down the car window and waved at Cyrus to apologize.

"It's okay!" Cyrus heard himself answering, and put down the arm he was waving in confusion, feeling a black thread on his head.

Cyrus shrunk his head and looked up at the tall skyscrapers, for fear of seeing another little spider who liked to swing in the tall buildings.

"Well, I'd better walk..." Cyrus secretly clenched his fists and nodded affirmatively, "Walking is good for your health!"

Taking a step and walking gracefully on the streets of New York is also a good trip!

But when he passed an alley, out of the corner of his eye, he saw three humanoid turtles in ninja suits crawling into the sewer, seemingly carrying three boxes of pizza.

Although Cyrus maintained a steady pace on his face, lasagna-like tears flowed in his heart, "Ah, can someone tell me what kind of world I am in?"

———Scene dividing line———

While Cyrus was wandering the streets of New York, encountering heroes from various American dramas or comics from time to time, Vidy Gunther, who was far away in England, was in trouble.

Lucius and the others quickly returned to England through the International Transmission Department. Their return did not reduce the suspicion of Vidi Gunther. Although they could prove that Imerton, a powerful dark wizard, really wanted to harm Voldemort, they could not Prove why Vidi Gunther disappeared on the days that Voldemort disappeared.

"So, Mr. Gunther, can you tell your humble subordinates, where have you been for the past seven days?" Orion Black unceremoniously challenged Viddy, who was surrounded by Death Eaters, he always doubted , Voldemort's disappearance is Viddy's conspiracy.

Vidi lowered his eyes. He couldn't tell what happened to Nurmengard, and he couldn't reveal the location of the main body. The current situation was caused by his poor consideration. The original plan was that Vidi's identity, after getting rid of Yi After Morton let him disappear, but after the soul-returning stone refined by the fire of Nirvana, he lost two soul pieces at the same time, and he could not use the soul-piece in the soul-returning stone to convert his soul into Voldemort's body , there is no way to regain control of the Death Eaters.

{Nagini}Viddy suddenly raised his head and called out to the big white basilisk in Parseltongue.

"Swipe!" The Death Eaters who didn't understand Parseltongue pointed their wands at Viddy, thinking he was chanting some spell.

Suddenly, a huge snake head came out from the ground, {Ah, Voldy, you are finally back, Nagini is so scared, there is a devil trying to catch you! }Voldemort's pet basilisk slid smoothly to Viddy's feet, rubbing against Vidi's trouser leg affectionately.

Raising his eyes, in the guarded or thoughtful eyes of the Death Eaters, Vidi said lightly, "Voldemort is conducting an important magical experiment, and now I am leading the Death Eaters. Nagini is the proof, you have seen Was Nagini intimate with anyone other than Voldemort?"

Viddy raised his head and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, "Or, are you going to disobey Voldemort's order, and have dissatisfaction with Voldemort's heir?"

As soon as the words fell, all the Death Eaters present who had been marked felt a sharp pain in their left arm. They were surprised to see Vidi's eyes turned agate red, and Nagini curled up and raised his body in the hissing snake language. The smuggler stared menacingly at the Death Eaters who had malicious intentions against Vidi.

"Remember, Death Eaters, from now on, I am Voldemort, your master!"