who moved my coffin

Eplos Sistaro vowed that if he could live again, he must remember to strangle a junior named Cyrus Il Lazart before graduating at the age of 17. No discount.

Xistaro felt that the major turning point in his life was the moment he handed over Voldemort's solicitation to Cyrus Il Razat. Since that day, his future has been cast with a shadow that will never be erased .

First, not long after graduation, he was sent to Egypt to inquire about the whereabouts of the "Sun Golden Book". The reason was that Cyrus had provided Voldemort with a gossip that it was said that this antique book was very powerful.

Well, so many people are Death Eaters, so why did you send him to Histaro? The reply from above was very simple, "Cyrus is the talent you discovered at the beginning, the master praised you for your good vision, and, listen Said that Cyrus gave you a lot of gifts in order to curry favor with you, all of which are antiques from ancient Egypt. What it means is, Histaro, since you are so keen on collecting ancient Egyptian relics, it is probably the best place for you to go there. Suitable."

Xistaro burst into tears. Merlin knew that he hated antiques the most. He threw all the antiques that the boy Cyrus gave him to some corner. He didn’t want that boy to give him gifts back then. What he wants, beetles, mummies, coffin boards, everything is weird and outdated, not in line with his taste at all, but out of noble courtesy, he can't refuse the favor of a junior, especially the one he personally recommends, otherwise it will be Family behavior will be cast aside by others.

Histaro had the heart to hit the wall at the time to accept those things he didn't like, and to be exiled to a wild land because of it.

However, being sent to Egypt was only the beginning of a tragic fate, and a series of events that happened later were simply tragedies.

After finally discovering the whereabouts of the "Golden Sutra of the Sun", an inexplicable clan of mausoleum guardians got into trouble. What's worse, this clan is an underground armed extremist who is semi-magically immune. .

After finally getting a good relationship with the Shouling clan, I was sadly told that I had to rob the tomb in order to get the book of ancient magic. Looking around, no one went there directly to take out the thing?It doesn't take many galleons to hire a foot, does it?No way, I still need this young master to go out on the horse in person to show his importance. Well, the orders from above cannot be disobeyed. Bring more sunscreen potions and go on the road. Alas, I hate riding camels.

I knew it would be no good to come here. Hearing the name, the city of the undead, are there any living people who come here to travel?Sistaro felt that it was necessary for him to also buy a local Egyptian amulet. Cramming is not only a tradition of Orientals.

Brush, what a sharp knife.Such a fragile neck, long live Cyrus, rest in peace, you are finally dead, I can’t cheer, but I want to hug the person who stabbed you to death, well, first of all, I have to deal with those inexplicably popping up now Believers of death.

Well, by the way, I made a complaint in my heart, Lord Voldemort, why are you hiding among us? Is it because I don’t trust you? Is this your secret test? Trusted aspiring young people can't afford to be hurt.

What it's like to be surrounded by bugs and mummies, I don't want to think about it, I just know that from the day I escaped from Hamnabutra, I hated bugs, especially beetles... Heath is recalling His Excellency Tarot stomped his foot hard, killing a cockroach.

Finally back in England, I was about to cry when I set foot on the land, but I must remain calm, silence is a precious character, those who are resurrected from the dead, Lord Voldemort forced to submit must be forgotten, a wise man must know when playing dumb.

The days seem to be calm, except for that banquet... Hehe, what's wrong with Cyrus who can speak Parseltongue, you don't know what's even more explosive, this guy can eat people, he can come back from the dead, what do those who stay here want to lick? Merlin bless you, fools of the boots of the Raitling heir, I go first.

I was transferred to the secret intelligence department voluntarily. The rough experience told me that low-key is the kingly way. I don’t accept any tasks related to Cyrus Il Razat, and I don’t get in touch with intelligence related to Egypt. I have nothing I know, and I don’t want to know anything, I want to watch the birth of little Histaro.

Well, Elena McBurger is a good partner, and we agreed that we don't need to go too deep into the prophecy, what the host says, how we do it.

As for the extreme fanatics like Bellatrix Black, they really should have participated in the mission in Egypt. Compared with the extreme militants in the Arab region like the Death God believers and the Tomb Guards, your fanaticism is not enough.

I am only in my twenties, but since I met a junior named Cyrus, my mental age is now 40 years old, alas, I want to retire.

Vidi Gunther or Voldemort, it really doesn't matter who is the real leader, as long as they can lead the Death Eaters to glory. I always think that the cult of personality is wrong. Look at me studying at Hogwarts How considerate of the overall situation, Lucius Malfoy and a series of talents were discovered by me. I don't understand why they are entangled in Vidi Gunther's orthodox inheritance rights. Isn't he able to activate the Dark Mark?He can also speak Parseltongue, as long as he doesn't do anything that actually harms the interests of the Death Eaters, isn't it all the same whoever is in charge?

I'm tired of this internal power struggle, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Black or Lestrange, you can fight for the second and third positions, but really People who are finally Death Eaters don't care about status. An organization without a foundation is fragile. Death Eaters never lack excellent leaders, but only those who are willing to contribute quietly to the organization are the members of the Death Eaters. Truly elite.

So, when Elena and I were sent to protect the Potters, we knew that Vidi Gunther was the right leader for the organization, because he would not put his personal interests above the organization and believe in illusory prophecies. Compared with killing a baby, he chose to maintain the dignity of the Death Eaters, ignored the so-called fatalism, and maintained peace between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. A life-and-death war can only bring personal honor, and peaceful evolution is It is a supreme art of fighting. Compared with Voldemort, who is known for his terror and coercion, Vidi Gunther is a leader worthy of allegiance.

Viddy is the most suitable leader, and now I realize this even more definitely. Before he was overthrown by the returning Voldemort, he secretly arranged for me to go to the United States. It turns out that he always knew who among the Death Eaters was really reliable. , He preserved the vitality for the Death Eaters, and wisely planned a big counterattack.

I took the double-sided mirror he handed over to me and came to the United States with his most precious trust. I met people I couldn't believe in my dreams, and knew all their plans. I think this life is worthwhile.

but why?Why did that guy show up to me just when I thought luck was finally on my side.

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After the light from the double-sided mirror disappeared, Cyrus turned his head and looked regretfully at Senior Aplos Sistaro, whose feet were petrified, shrugged, "Long time no see, Senior Sistaro, you look good. .”

Sistaro looked at Cyrus blankly, and said coldly, "If you finish borrowing my double-sided mirror, can you return it to me?"

Cyrus carefully stuffed the double-sided mirror into his pocket, and said slowly, "But I really like this mirror."

Xistaro growled, "Cyrus, now is not the time for you to play pranks. I have an important mission. After the matter is over, you can do whatever you want. I would even like to fight you, but not now. Give me back the double-sided mirror, boy, or you'll regret it."

Cyrus rubbed his nose, "Hee hee, senior, I think you must have misunderstood something. I am not a Death Eater, and I have no interest in dueling with you. If I really want to solve you, I will not give it to you." Your chance to duel..."

Cyrus walked up to Histaro, his golden-green eyes emitting a faint green light, "Hey, senior, has Geliot Grindelwald arrived in England, tell me, where is he?"

Histaro's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he tried to maintain a calm expression, his heart was full of turmoil. How did he know our connection with the saints?

Cyrus seemed to see his fear, and asked with a sneer, "I know much more than you, Senior, you'd better tell me Grindelwald's whereabouts, otherwise..." He approached Xi Starlow whispered in his ear, "Do you believe that I will turn London into a paradise for mummies in no time?"

Sistaro took a breath, looked up and saw that Cyrus' expression didn't seem to be fake, he suddenly remembered the pharaoh guard who was mummified by Cyrus on the spot in Hamnabutra, and his voice trembled a little, " I don't know, Grindelwald only agreed to cooperate with us, he will arrange the specific matters himself, and my position is not enough to know where he ends up."

Cyrus stared closely at Histaro's eyes, and after realizing that his expression was indeed not fake, he sighed and turned to leave.

Histaro didn't get out of the petrified stiffness until Cyrus had gone a long way, he let out a breath, and showed a smug smile on his face. As a Death Eater elite who has been engaged in intelligence work for a long time, he is not only Secrets are kept by Occlumency.

Histalo carefully checked all the discomforts on his body, and after making sure that Cyrus had no surveillance spells or restrictions that could be placed on him, he cautiously came to a Muggle bank in London. He was in this bank After renting a long-term safe, no one would have thought that as a Death Eater who despises Muggles, he can skillfully use many tools that can only be used through Muggle channels.

Opening the safe, Sistaro took out a crystal bottle from inside, surrounded by silver memories.

Sistero finally sighed in relief, huh?Why was the sigh so loud, an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart, and he turned around suddenly, and Cyrus was looking at him with a narrow expression.

"You...how are you?" Histalo stammered and couldn't speak, feeling his body stiff again, watching Cyrus gently pick up the crystal bottle of memory from his stiff hands.

Cyrus patted the poor senior on the shoulder and left without saying anything. This time, he really left.

Sistaro was left alone and waited for himself to be freed from Cyrus' unique petrification curse again, scratching his head but couldn't figure out why he would fall into Cyrus' schemes again and again.

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Cyrus walked unhurriedly on the streets of London. He now looks like a middle-aged, fat, bald man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a briefcase under his arm, and a little swollen eyes with a hint of Obscene look.

"My God, you can really ruin your appearance, Mr. Newman!" The strange scream of the magic mirror came from Cyrus' ear.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Cyrus whispered, "Mr. Mirror, based on my experience of fleeing many times, it is very important to change your appearance. It's so easy to be caught by the mirror master. After all, you are at a greater risk than me. According to what you said, the mirror master seems to be very active in inviting you to live in Kunlun for a long time. world, you must learn the art of escape from me as soon as possible."

The magic mirror was silent, and it took a long time before he said embarrassedly, "Oh, I see, thank you, Mr. Newman, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Cyrus narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't be so angry, magic mirror, we are friends, we should help friends, especially, you and I have a debt to settle with that mirror master, in fact, your ability is not bad , It's just that you don't know how to make good use of it, believe me, I will let you fully understand that it is possible for you to defeat that annoying mirror master, and let him also taste the terrible taste of looking in the mirror."

"Yeah, that's it!" The magic mirror perched on Cyrus's gold-rimmed glasses, and responded adoringly.