who moved my coffin

After Snape left Aplois' bedroom, he pursed his lips tightly, his expression frighteningly cold.

Rolling his black robe, he quickly walked to the corridor of the second grade dormitory, looking for Cyrus' dormitory one by one, because he didn't remember where Cyrus lived at all, and he didn't want to ask anyone, just wanted to find Get this kid out and...

【Then? 】

Snape stopped suddenly, lowered his head, and clenched his fists hard.

[Then, what can I do? 】Snape slowly calmed down...

Obviously, Cyrus is stronger than him. If the senior hadn't asked the lord about the incident of dropping his head this time, he wouldn't have known who set him up.

Snape stood there dumbfounded, all kinds of memories rolling in his mind.

Since he passed the examination by the seniors at the end of the first year, and under the care of Senior Malfoy, Snape has had many opportunities to learn advanced knowledge. Proud mood, thinking that he is the leader among his peers.

Therefore, he looks down on those peers who rely on their status and background even more, and is more isolated and out of group. Only when facing seniors who are stronger than him, he shows due respect and humility.

Now, he suddenly discovered that he was not as outstanding as he thought he was.

Snape stood on the aisle with a complicated expression, deep in thought for a moment.

————I am the dividing line of the scene confrontation—————

When Snape was hesitating whether he should continue to look for someone, a person came out from the dormitory in front. He lowered his head and was inconspicuous at all, but the forgotten memories in Snape's mind emerged one by one ...

... "Don't mess with me!" When the first grade just entered the dormitory, Cyrus finished coldly, and hid in the bed curtain.

...The cold dinner was ignored, and Snape, who was trying to ease the relationship between his roommates, was completely ignored by Cyrus.

...One day in the second year of first grade, the senior said, "Snape, we'll change your dorm" - Snape found himself unable to remember Cyrus' expression at that time.

...It seems that at the dinner table, he casually glanced at someone, and felt that he had forgotten something—was he really forgotten?

Memories were flipped out one by one, and as the person in front of him slowly approached, Snape suddenly found that his memory seemed to be recovering bit by bit.

Snape couldn't help holding his breath, until then he was amazed at how he could forget that guy, obviously he should be a very special person, especially now, he seemed to feel a kind of cold malice surrounding him like a substance, Following that person's actions, it struck from far and near. (It's like being attacked by a malicious thought!)

However, until the two passed by, Cyrus didn't even look at Snape, he walked away from Snape calmly, without even raising his eyelids.

Snape felt a burst of humiliation: [It's not arrogance, but ignorance, contempt like ants, the gap... is it so big? 】Snape took a deep breath, did not look back at Cyrus, he slowly walked towards his bedroom, his teeth were clenched tightly, his face was so gloomy that he almost wanted to kill, he opened the door with trembling fingers, pretending He walked in calmly, but couldn't bear the anger anymore and slammed the door shut, shutting out his once inflated self-confidence.

In the distance, Cyrus was still in a fugue, 【Damn it, I hate it, I can't play tricks, what fun do I have now...Damn Snape...Huh?Did you see a familiar guy just now?Who, I'm so bored, I don't want to, let's find some fresh ingredients to feed my little cuties! 】————I am the dividing line at the end of confrontation—————

"..."

Cyrus stared blankly at Lucius, as if he didn't understand why Lucius was looking for him.

Lucius also doubted the deduction of the senior. Is this thin, stunned junior really the guy who can use the evil head drop technique?

"The lord wants me to tell you that he appreciates you very much." After much deliberation, Lucius still conveyed Voldemort's meaning tactfully, and handed the parchment tied with black silk to Cyrus.

Cyrus' sluggish eyes shifted to the parchment scroll at a speed that drove Lucius almost mad, and he said in silence for a long time, "What is this?"

Lucius wanted to slap the parchment on his head, he tried to suppress his anger and said, "You can open it yourself."

Cyrus slowly stretched out his hand, carefully pinched the roll of sheepskin with his middle finger and thumb, and put it away, as if he was holding a slug. He looked down, as if hesitating whether to open it or not.

Lucius felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, why did he want to beat the guy in front of him so hard?

"Those little tricks of yours, although your behavior is naive, but your means are clever, congratulations - you have successfully fooled most people, but you have not escaped the eyes of that adult... We all welcome: in the third grade, you will come to compete for the first position." While playing with his wand, Lucius talked to Cyrus seemingly indifferently.

Cyrus still seemed half-understood, and his bewildered eyes turned to Lucius' wand again.

Lucius frowned, his eyes flickered, and the wand he was playing with suddenly stopped, as if the tip of the wand was pointed at Cyrus unintentionally, "However, I personally don't appreciate the frame-up of classmates, Slytherin is a solidarity Yes, I want to remind you, and we respect the virtues of self-improvement and self-discipline, the first time is an accident, the second time is a warning, and the third time... You must know an Eastern proverb: There are only three things."

"Wajit, patron saint of kingship," Cyrus didn't seem to be listening to what Lucius said, his eyes were fixed on Lucius' wand, to be precise, on the silver handle on the wand handle Snake head decoration.

"What?" Lucius didn't catch what Cyrus said for a moment.

Cyrus' eyes slowly turned from Lucius' wand to Lucius' face, "You seem to dislike me, is it because of Mr. Snape? Because I played tricks on the person you protected?"

Lucius' hand holding the wand suddenly strengthened, and he stared coldly into Cyrus' eyes, "Is this the tone you talk to seniors? Mr. Illacat, you have to learn to respect seniors... ..."

Cyrus chuckled, and did not answer Lucius' question, but lowered his head, and gently, seemingly carelessly, untied the black silk on the sheepskin roll with his fingers.

Lucius was taken aback, turned his face away in embarrassment, and couldn't help being annoyed by Cyrus' rash behavior. You must know that this is a solicitation letter directly issued by the lord, and generally the little nobles who receive it open it in private. What others see, and other people who have not received the solicitation letter, are not allowed to see it.

"Tsk tsk..." Cyrus chuckled and shook his head while looking at the parchment, as if he was watching something funny.

His undignified attitude immediately aroused Lucius' anger. This guy who doesn't know what to do, is he despising the adult's solicitation.

"May I think that Mr. Ilrajat despised that lord's solicitation?" Lucius straightened up and asked very seriously.

Cyrus slowly rewound the parchment, and at the end, he raised his head and glanced at Lucius, "On the contrary, I'm very honored!" He bowed slightly, took a few steps back politely, turned and walked away gracefully.

Lucius stared fixedly at Cyrus' leaving figure for a long time, and finally turned and left with a frown.

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

While shaking the parchment in his hand, Cyrus took out a pile of cockroaches and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. His expression became very distressed. He turned his head, stopped suddenly, turned around, and walked towards the third-grade classroom. bedroom direction.

"Boom boom boom!"

Robert Gale was writing his thesis in the dormitory when he heard someone knock on the door. He stood up and opened the door, only to see Cyrus standing at the door with his head bowed.

Robert subconsciously shook his hand, holding the wand tightly in his right hand, his eyes quickly looked around, and seeing no one around, his expression changed, and his whole body was on guard.

Cyrus didn't notice Robert's appearance of facing an enemy at all, but raised his head in distress, raising the black silk parchment in his hand, "What should I do? I'm being targeted by that lord!"

Seeing the parchment and the black silk, Robert's pupils shrank sharply, and he blurted out a series of words without screening, "Is Lord Voldemort out of his mind to send a solicitation letter to someone like you?"

As soon as the words came out, he covered his mouth suddenly, his terrified eyes rolled around, for fear of being heard by other Slytherins.

Cyrus raised his brows, his face sank, "What do you mean 'your kind'".

Robert was more anxious than him. He quickly stretched out his hand and pulled Cyrus into the room, carefully closed the door, looked enviously at the parchment in Cyrus' hand, and shook his head, "I said how lucky you are, To be noticed by that adult in the second grade, and the solicitation letter, do you know how many Slytherins can't dream of doing this?"

"But it's troublesome for me!" Cyrus said seriously, "I don't want to attract attention."

"Oh, my Merlin!" Robert slapped his head and said bitterly, "In the next 20 years... no, at least 30 years, that lord will be the king of the world. Do you know how many families are crowded together? Do you want to submit to his command? Even the eternally noble Black bows his head."

"But...my family and I are very satisfied with the current situation, and have no further plans for the time being." Cyrus showed a lack of interest.

Robert took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions, "If you really think so, Mr. Ilrachat, I suggest you talk to the heirs of the Senters family and the Ludwig family, oh, of course , They are probably not in Hogwarts now, they graduated last year, because they are also very satisfied with the status quo, which caused the adult to be dissatisfied, and their family is now honored to appear on the "Endangered Pure-Blood Family Tree". It should be noted that, at present The Ilrajat family also has great potential for conservation."

After Robert finished speaking, he showed a very arrogant smile, "If you don't want to live in dire straits for the next five years, and your family will be ruined after graduation, I suggest you pay enough respect to this solicitation."

Cyrus stared at Robert for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Can I say that you instructed me to do this, and then pass this solicitation letter to you?"

Robert's eyelids twitched, and he tried his best to resist the urge to give the man in front of him a death curse, and said slowly and softly, "If you think Lord Voldemort is so easy to fool, I suggest you do so."

Cyrus stared at Robert again for a long time, finally his shoulders slumped as if discouraged, and he turned and left with a sad face.

After closing the door, Robert Gale slapped his chest hard, rolled his eyes and exhaled, "Merlin's stinky socks, how could I mess with this kind of person!"

"Dong dong dong" came the knock on the door again.

Robert's face collapsed, he opened the door angrily, and shouted loudly, "You're never finished, accept it or not, it's up to you...yeah? Grant, it's you!"

Robert shyly let the roommate in with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hey, Robert, did someone come here just now? Why, is it a confession?" the roommate named Grant asked with a suspicious expression.

Robert shook his head with a mournful face, as if fainted.