who moved my coffin

After the Slytherins left, Sirius Black was alone with Regulus for a while, and then the Gryffindors left too.

Madam Pomfrey sighed, after thinking about it, she still sent a message to Dumbledore.

After a while, Principal Dumbledore appeared in the medical wing.

"Are you sure it's the same person, Madam Pomfrey?" The half-moon-shaped glasses of the bearded white wizard gleamed brightly.

"It's still not sure, but it's still corpse poison, Albus, and it's still a rare dark-type poison." Madam Pomfrey said solemnly.

Dumbledore turned around slowly and rubbed his forehead, "Horace told me that there is nothing missing from the potion material warehouse, and Professor Sprout's herbal medicine has not decreased, and the toxin should come from outside Hogwarts." Brought from the place..."

"Is it brought by the freshmen this year?" Madam Pomfrey was worried.

"It's hard to say, but corpse poison is very rare, especially now that the school has banned some black magic equipment from entering." Dumbledore frowned, "I'm more worried that these children will be used by others."

Madam Pomfrey opened her eyes wide, "You mean, that person..."

"But it doesn't make sense. After all, there are more Slytherins who have been recruited. This time, it's even the children of the Black family..." Dumbledore shook his head, his tone a little puzzled.

"Albus, could it be a prank, you know, children are always wary of dangerous black magic pranks?" Madam Pomfrey looked distressed.

"Maybe, I'll talk to Minerva and ask her to talk to some troublemakers." Dumbledore sighed.

"It can only be like this, but, Albus, a child in Slytherin recognized this toxin today. Perhaps, Slytherin has already noticed it. You have to solve this matter as soon as possible. If the school board asks , I have to tell the truth."

"Oh? Who recognized this poison?" Dumbledore turned around, picked out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile.

"Severus Snape, you know, that poor kid who is often bullied by the Potter kid."

"It's him, no wonder..." Dumbledore shook his head, smiled wryly, and walked out of the medical wing slowly.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

The Slytherins have a prefect and head meeting every Tuesday night, but this time, all Slytherins are required to come to the common room.

Since the beginning of school, the head of the seventh grade, Evlos Sistaro, has transferred most of the power to the fifth grade, Lucius Malfoy. He will be absent from the usual meetings or just show his face. This time, he sat back on the middle sofa in the lounge and looked at the group of juniors with a gloomy expression.

Epulos signaled the Slytherin chiefs to sit on the sofa in front of him, and glanced coldly at the other standing Slytherins. He raised his hand and took the stack of documents handed by Lucius Malfoy behind him. , open slowly.

"From September to now, Slytherin has five first-year students, seven second-year students, four third-year students, five fourth-year students, and three sixth-year students who have entered the medical wing due to sudden illnesses. The symptoms are Colds, anemia, skin diseases, photosensitive malaria, and... epilepsy." His voice was slow and low, but just enough for every Slytherin present to hear.

"Very good," he suddenly closed the folder, clasped his hands on his knees, raised his head, his gold-rimmed glasses flashed sharply, "the black mandala stems and blue and white Nile reeds plus carnivorous golden beetles, They act on hair, body fluids, sand and dust, as well as milk and butter in different proportions, a good potion ratio method, comparable to grade O potion grades in sixth grade, and I want to applaud a certain masterful prankster." He raised his eyebrows. They applauded three times, and then slowly lowered their hands. For a while, the Slytherin lounge was silent, and the invisible pressure made everyone dare not make a sound.

"This is the end," Eplois said coldly, "No matter who you are, as the head of Slytherin, I will tell you clearly, this is the end, and..." He slightly lowered his head, his cold eyes swept over all the people present. People, "Mr. Regulus Black must be in class on time before eight o'clock on Thursday morning, and go in one piece."

Epulos stood up and glanced coldly at everyone present again, "After Thursday, this kind of accident can continue to occur in other colleges, but not Slytherin. I ask all Slytherins to give this prankster a proper Respect, no matter who you are, as long as you don't childishly tease the Slytherins, we will give you respect, otherwise, you are the enemy of the entire Slytherin, no matter who you are, no matter how clever you are."

After the figure of Epoulos disappeared in the lounge, the pressure in the entire lounge seemed to dissipate.

"Whoa..." Mentos, the roommate next to Cyrus, let out a heavy breath, "You are indeed the most powerful chief, I almost suffocated, what do you think, Cyrus?"

He bumped into his roommate, who was obviously wandering, with his shoulder. Although he was used to seeing Cyrus absent, but this time, he was able to distract himself in front of the powerful Epoulos. He had to admire Cyrus' lack of focus. ah.

"Hey? What?" Cyrus seemed to be still confused.

"I said Senior Histaro is really amazing, don't you think? Wow, so handsome, when will I be able to reach his level?" Mantos folded his hands and looked up in a gesture of worship.

"Hmm..." Cyrus held his chin and nodded, "It's really serious, it's not easy to deal with, obviously it will take four days..."

"Eh? What did you say?" Mentos couldn't hear Cyrus' spitting.

"It's nothing, I'm having a headache how to finish my homework!" Cyrus sighed, turned around and went back to the dormitory with his books in his arms.

"Ah, let me tell you that you are always reading books and forgetting yourself. You really didn't do your homework. By the way, that prankster is really so good. The few people mentioned just now have been punished by him? Master!" Mantos Following behind Cyrus, chattering excitedly.

"Hey, you're very noisy!" Cyrus suddenly turned his head and gave him an impatient look.

For some reason, Mantos felt cold all over, and subconsciously stopped talking.

A senior suddenly walked up to Mantos and said something to Cyrus in a low voice. Cyrus was stunned for a moment and said without looking back, "I have something to come back later, you go first."

After speaking, Cyrus walked behind the senior.

Mantos shrugged and dragged another companion to talk.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

Robert Gale walked more and more nervously, and no one knew better than him how terrifying the person behind him was. He heard the unhurried footsteps behind him, and it seemed that the more remote the place, the quieter the footsteps. Until later, except for his intuition telling him that the person was following him, he could not hear the footsteps at all.

Robert turned around suddenly, closed his eyes and said loudly, "I know you did it, Il Rachat, you poisoned Black."

Robert quickly opened his eyes after plucking up the courage to finish speaking, and found a pair of golden-green eyes looking at him calmly.He licked his lips, "Don't worry, I'm not trying to expose you, now no one knows it's you except me."

As soon as the words fell, Robert secretly yelled "not good", his face turned livid.

Sure enough, Cyrus raised his eyebrows, and his golden-green eyes suddenly narrowed. Robert swore that he saw Cyrus' pupils turn into vertical pupils.

"However, if you harm me, everyone will know it's you." Robert quickly added, stuttering, "I, I have family magic, and when I encounter something wrong, I will tell others who harmed me..."

Cyrus frowned, and his expression returned to calm, but Robert's intuition told him that if it wasn't for what he quickly added, this guy might have taken care of himself just now.

"What do you want?" Cyrus finally burst out, with a very unhappy tone.

"Now it's not what I think, but you, you have to do what Hestaro says, Il Rachat, I just want to remind you that it doesn't matter how willful you were in the past, what matters is that Hestaro Speak up, you can't do this again in the future, it turns out that you deal with personal grievances personally, but now you can't be an enemy of the whole Slytherin." Robert said in a hurried tone, he looked around uneasily, lowered his voice, for fear be seen by others.

"There is no one around, you can rest assured." Cyrus said abruptly.

"How do you know?" Robert replied angrily, and suddenly realized that Cyrus was talking to him.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "I made them invisible to us, because of the silence that might be needed..."

Robert felt that his hairs were going to stand on end, he took a deep breath and told himself that this child is not cute but even more difficult to mess with, and swallowed, "You can't always be like this, Il Rachat, because of a little friction , Open your mouth and shut your mouth is silence, Slytherin trains wizards and nobles, not wizards and executioners..."

"Nipse trouble in the bud!" Cyrus said coldly, squinting up at Robert, meaning "you're trouble too."

Robert was about to faint. He suddenly grabbed Cyrus' shoulders and roared angrily, "I've made it so clear, why don't you understand, you little brat, if you continue to be willful, you will offend all the Slytherins. Do you want the Ilrajat family to be lost? Look at what you have done, because someone stepped on the textbook and punished the family for a month, poisoned, framed, and threw dangerous materials into the cauldron ...you, you even went to tease Dumbledore...do you know how to write dead?"

After Robert finished speaking with trepidation, he suddenly realized that he was holding Cyrus, he jumped up as if he was being burned, and kept wiping his hands on his body, crying with a mournful face while wiping, "It's over, it's over, I touched it, I'm here!" Will it be poisoned to death!"

"I didn't poison you!" Cyrus tilted his head, looking at Robert with great interest, "However, I appreciate your advice, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know that there is a senior who pays so much attention to me, It seems that you have been following me for a long time."

"Huh?" Robert suddenly moved his eyes left and right, "This... this, I just observe occasionally... I didn't follow, I didn't..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he slapped his shoulders heavily. , said with a bitter face, "Are you planning to silence it?"

Cyrus stared at the poor Robert for a long time, clutching his chin, and finally said slowly, "Are you sure no one else has found me except you?"

Robert shuddered and nodded even more bitterly.

Cyrus thought for a while, "Okay, I'll give it a try!"

"Eh? What are you trying to do?" Robert hadn't turned his head.

"I'll try not to retaliate against those annoying guys." Cyrus seemed a little reluctant, "Also, since you've already discovered me, it's better not to do it, lest more people find out."

Robert was stunned, "Is it that simple?"

Cyrus asked strangely, "Otherwise, what else? Am I going to make the Ilrajat family a loser?"

Robert stammered, "But, wouldn't you be so angry that you would try to silence me, then Black, and then poison Hystaro and the others? Are you so easy to talk about?"

Cyrus looked at Robert with contempt, "You're crazy, do you think I'm a psychopath? Killing people to silence people, destroying corpses and destroying traces is also a technical job, it's very laborious, okay? Are you mentally ill, you always silence people? , I am a wizard noble, not an executioner!"

"..." Robert looked at the righteous kid in front of him and wished he could slap him to death.