who moved my coffin

"Let go, Potter," Snape glared murderously at the green-eyed kid who was hugging his pant leg.

"PAPA~~" Harry raised his head, looked at Snape adoringly, and called his father sweetly.

"Shut up, Potter!" Snape didn't dare to move, the kid under his feet was very fragile, if he stepped on it accidentally, he would suffer.

"Ahem, Severus, from what I've seen, you can pick Harry up..." Dumbledore looked at the strange scene in front of him, feeling that his composure over the years was about to collapse.

"Let me hold a Potter? No way!" Snape looked grimly at the kid at his feet, with undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"PAPA?" Harry reached out to hug, tilted his head and looked at Snape expectantly, "Hold, hug Harry!"

"Principal Dumbledore, please take your little lion away." Snape said slowly.

Dumbledore blinked, bent down, and looked at Harry kindly, "Harry, would you like to have dessert with Grandpa Albus?"

Harry stared at Dumbledore with big flickering eyes, and firmly hugged Snape's thigh, "PAPA, eat dessert."

Dumbledore shrugged and looked up, "It doesn't seem to be 'our family', Severus, Harry seems to like 'your family'..."

The veins on Snape's forehead were about to pop out, he growled, "Principal Dumbledore, this kid was kidnapped by a lunatic, I don't know why that lunatic taught him this, but I know very well that he wants me to take care of him." A Potter, absolutely impossible."

Dumbledore nodded, "I know, Severus, Harry's situation is a bit special, he must stay at the house of relatives who are related to Lily by blood, otherwise Lily's sacrifice will be in vain, but I still hope you can use Look at this child in a more rational way. His current situation is not very optimistic. Sirius is not as careful as you, and he is too impulsive. After Harry disappeared this time, he doesn’t even trust me anymore. I need someone who is willing to protect this child , an absolutely sane and powerful person."

"I am a Death Eater, Dumbledore." Snape looked at the old headmaster coldly.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "But you are also Lily's good friend, Severus, the most trustworthy good friend."

Snape lowered his eyes, "James Potter is my enemy, I think you should know."

Dumbledore smiled wryly, "Children are innocent, I think you understand what a bad childhood means better than anyone else, Sev..."

Snape pursed his lips tightly, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice, "I can't guarantee anything, you know, I can't even guarantee that if I can't help but kill him, Lily might still be alive without him."

Dumbledore sighed, "Sev, look at this kid, he doesn't know anything about your grievances, he is a blank slate now, good guidance can make him grow up healthily, he has a pair of clear eyes like Lily's. Eyes, and perhaps a heart as kind and lively as Lily's."

Snape was silent, he looked down at Harry's expectant eyes, saw his own stubbornness in those clear green eyes, slowly bent down, tried to pick up the child, before his hands were still away from Harry When half a foot away, the child giggled and rushed forward, almost falling because of his eagerness.

"Stupid little troll!" Snape hastily picked up Harry who almost fell, and was defeated by the child's lively laughter.

"I don't promise anything..." Snape picked up Harry, but glanced at Dumbledore. Under the old man's kind smile, he couldn't help adding another sentence.

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"Cyrus, don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up!" Imerton bent down, leaned close to Cyrus' ear, and let out a breath of hot air gently.

Sure enough, Cyrus' ears turned red, and his long eyelashes fluttered twice, but he just kept his eyes closed.

"Oh, are you shy, or are you... tempting me?" Imerton whispered in Cyrus' ear, and put one hand around Cyrus' waist restlessly.

Opening his eyes in a hurry, Cyrus hurriedly pushed Imerton's hand away, blushing, "You, don't make a move...I'm not a casual person."

Imerton squinted his eyes, and his eyes slid along Cyrus' face to the delicate collarbone exposed under the loose collar of Cyrus, "I'm not just a casual person...".

Raising his arm, Imerton put his right heart over Cyrus' forehead, without touching Cyrus' skin, but slowly slid along the air from Cyrus' face to his right shoulder, right arm, and right wrist , until the cover came down to cover Cyrus' right hand.

Gently twisting Cyrus' right hand, and gently kissing it, Imerton looked at Cyrus with affectionate eyes, "As long as you are by my side, even just looking at you like this is enough."

Cyrus had never seen such a situation before, and was so fascinated, he thought to himself: No wonder Pharaoh Ansuna is gone, Imerton's flirting ability is not covered, I want half of his ability, and now I have children ran away.

Cyrus didn't expect that his concentration was not bad, and he could still think of some messy things when Imerton was exercising his hormones.

As if aware of Cyrus's inattention, Imerton squinted his eyes, and with a sudden force in his hands, he pulled Cyrus into his arms, resting Cyrus' head on his chin, and said dejectedly, "Oh , what shall I do with you?"

Unprepared, Cyrus turned into Imerton's pillow again, rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, Mr. Imerton, the joke is over, you can tell me what you want me to do, as long as you don't give me Put on the slave collar, I, Cyrus, can do for you, do what I can, I will go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate."

Imerton's body was stiff, he grabbed Cyrus' arms suddenly, looked down at Cyrus, "You think I'm joking with you?"

Cyrus shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression, "Come on, Mr. Emerton, it's not the first time you've done this, the last time was to serve the bed, this time it's to play ambiguously, although I'm smart, I won't be here Being lied to twice about the same thing...".

He raised his eyebrows with an expression of "I know it well", and looked at Imerton's stinky face, "Tell me, Mr. Imerton, let me give Voldemort a good look, or help you get some Potential believer, as long as you tell me, Cyrus is always on call, and besides..."

Cyrus blinked and said mischievously, "How did I behave just now? Don't you look like a bitter idiot who has been thinking about you for many years, and then finally watched the moonlight... To be honest, a I was really bluffed by you at first, but fortunately, my concentration is deep enough, Mr. Imerton, I have not forgotten that Ansuna is your favorite..."

The triumphant Cyrus suddenly felt his arms tighten, and then there was a terrifying pressure in front of him. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Imerton's angry expression, and he growled, "Stop talking, Cyrus , you fool, I love you, I am not kidding, I have no purpose, no mission, this time I am serious, Cyrus, you are what I want from Emerton."

After finishing speaking, Imerton kissed Cyrus' lips fiercely, tossing and turning, as if he wanted to eat Cyrus into his stomach.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Under the superb kissing skills.

It took a long time for Imerton to stop. Seeing Cyrus in his arms surrounded by mosquito-repellent eyes, flushed face, red and swollen pouting mouth, he couldn't help laughing lowly.

Imerton's laughter woke up Cyrus, who was still dizzy. He quickly pushed Imerton away, wiped his mouth fiercely, and said something vaguely, "...Damn, I was taken advantage of." Oh, poor Imerton, ah, I'm so disappointed, how could I be so dazed!"

He raised his head and glanced at Imerton quickly, then Cyrus lowered his head evasively, "Mr. Imerton, don't play tricks on me anymore. I know that Ansuna incident hit you hard. What about me?" , and indeed I have a little crush on you..."

Cyrus stretched out his hand, gesticulating with his index finger and thumb a little bit, peeking at Imerton's expression like a little mouse, and mustered up the courage to emphasize, "It's really only a little bit, oh well, even if it's a little bit more A little bit... But, you don't have to hug everyone who has a crush on you to bed, it's wrong to be a vegetarian, and it's even more inhumane to change your sexuality and hobbies in order to fill the emotional void..."

Imerton raised his eyebrows and watched Cyrus pointing fingers, babbling cautiously, suddenly felt that this little apprentice was really cute, why didn't he find him so interesting before?

"Are you rejecting me?" Imerton deliberately lowered his voice.

Sure enough, Cyrus looked frightened and shook his head wildly, "No, no, it's not a rejection, I just want to analyze it for you, so that you can come out of the illusion of love, so that you won't make mistakes that both you and I regret... ..."

Cyrus scratched his head anxiously, looked at Imerton again, and found that the high priest's expression hadn't changed, so he said more carefully, "Well, how should I put it? Imerton, I know we've been together for a long time, Longer than Ansuna, that's why you have the illusion that you must be me, but you see, you never thought of having a relationship with me, did you? It was only after Ansuna broke your heart that you became ill You rushed to the doctor, and, as the person who revived you for the third time, you may have a baby bird complex for me, that is to say, you have wrongly positioned our relationship..."

"We haven't had a relationship yet, Cyrus!" Imerton's sudden interjection made Cyrus almost choke to death. He patted his forehead, tried to calm down his emotions, and told himself that Imerton was Love idiot, don't care about like him.

"Ahem, teacher, once there is a relationship, the mistake will be more thorough. It is very likely that you and I will be in an embarrassing situation, and you will not even be able to be a master and apprentice..." Cyrus added hastily.

"I don't want you to be my apprentice, to be my lover, Cyrus, I will make you the happiest person in the world..." Imerton said with a smile, his tone was gentle, and his caressing hand reached out to Cyrus His waist.

"Crack!" Cyrus patted Imerton's dishonest hand away without looking at it, with a serious expression, "Hey, don't move around, Mr. Imerton, listen to me and give you a serious analysis, between us It can be a master and apprentice, a friend, a partner, or even a best friend, but it can't be a lover..." Cyrus clapped his fingers to list them all, and finally spread his hands and shrugged, "I like idols, but I can't climb them. Going to bed with an idol, you know? That would make me, how should I put it, kind of disillusioned..."

"But you said that you have a crush on me, um, even though it's a little bit, it's still there. Isn't it natural to be my lover?" Imerton tilted his head and looked at Sailor with a puzzled expression. Si, suddenly felt that teasing this little guy was a time-tested enjoyment.

"Ah, why are you so entangled!" Cyrus was a little annoyed, roared, stared at Imerton, stretched out his fingers angrily and pointed Imerton's chest, and spoke indiscriminately: " Seeing an Imerton who loved Ansuna so obsessively, and shed tears for her death, and revived his lover at all costs, anyone would be a little obsessed, okay? But if Imerton no longer loves Ansuna, Is that still Imerton? Besides, if there is a little bit of infatuation, it will turn into love, then I still think Viddy is handsome and smart, and Lucius's tsundere is also very cute, no matter what Although Nepe is mean, he is no worse than you in infatuation, each of them has developed from infatuation to lover, and I can build a harem!...Ah, what did I say!"

Cyrus, who had reacted, immediately covered his mouth, and watched in horror as Imerton's face changed from carelessness to confusion, from confusion to shock, from shock to anger, and finally calmed down gradually, expressionless.

"It turns out... I was wrong..." Imerton chuckled, lowered his head, and murmured, "I knew you were slow in this area, so I shouldn't have hoped that you would understand. To be so direct, you are still dull!"

"Huh? Mr. Imerton, are you... angry?" Cyrus poked his head to see the expression of Imerton with his head down.

"Cyrus, tell me, do you love me?" Imerton lowered his head, his voice was faint.

Cyrus opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He nodded with difficulty, shook his head again, and whispered, "This is a very complicated question, well, I think I have to analyze it for you again, what? What is love, what is liking, what is obsession, what is... Then we have to solve this proposition through testing, verification and multi-faceted verification... Ah, what are you doing?"

Under the panicked eyes of Cyrus, Imerton threw Cyrus down on the bed, imprisoned his hands on top of his head with one hand, and began to tear Cyrus' clothes with the other hand, and said , "I shouldn't have let you talk for so long, I should have done this long ago, to deal with you who are not enlightened, you have to follow my way, Cyrus, you have to obey today, and you have to obey if you don't." Since, sooner or later, he will be my man, so just accept your fate."

"Ah, you bastard, pervert, stop... um, shut up... no, stop, stop, don't, uh, uh...!"

In the most luxurious bedroom of Il Lazart Manor, on the KINGSIZE pillared bed, the bed curtain fell automatically, covering up the moaning and panting inside, as well as the full of spring colors. The huge copper mirror flashed a green light, with a hint of helplessness. The regret of voyeurism gradually dissipated.