who moved my coffin

Cyrus was not surprised that Dumbledore was well-informed. Apart from the headmaster's special control over Hogwarts, Cyrus believed that Dumbledore's eyeliner was absolutely indispensable in Slytherin House.

So, as expected, Cyrus received an invitation from His Excellency the Principal after lunch.

"This room is not the best location for Feng Shui..." Cyrus sat opposite the principal's desk with a wandering expression, thinking about some things in a mess.

Headmaster Dumbledore was feeding his little phoenix. He had previously recommended honey lemon tea to Cyrus, and Cyrus accepted it readily, and took out a pile of cockroaches from his pocket and handed it to the old headmaster.

Dumbledore took the pile of cockroaches in relief, but didn't put them in his mouth immediately.

Fox pecked Dumbledore's finger very satisfied, indicating that he was full.

Dumbledore turned around, put the food for Fawkes back into a glass bottle, and placed it gently in the middle of the table.

Cyrus squinted, noticing the crowd of carnivorous beetles in the glass bottle.

"Generally, Fox doesn't like insects as food..." The old headmaster sighed, sat down slowly, and glanced at Cyrus meaningfully, "Except for the Egyptian carnivorous beetle, Fox seems to have a special interest in them . . . Well, Mr. Ilrajat, what do you think of that?"

"Magic creatures that have experienced death always have a preference for creatures in the underworld. Your Excellency, if I read correctly, Fox is a very young phoenix, er, very young, considering the nearly immortal life of a phoenix..." Cyrus looked at Fox beside him with great interest, and muttered to himself almost fascinated.

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus without blinking. Under the shiny half-moon glasses, the old headmaster looked calm, "Ancient Egypt, one of the birthplaces of myth and magic, Mr. Il Rachat, The magic system of the Egyptian lineage is very special, which I respect very much, but in the UK, curses and soul magic are mostly taboo, and we usually do not curse the same kind, unless there is a strong disagreement, or to protect private property, as for the soul Magic, I believe it is mentioned in Hogwarts textbooks that the three Unforgivable Curses are all offensive magic in soul magic, so, what I mean, do you understand?"

Cyrus nodded, "Understood, so I tried my best to adapt to the magic of the Merlin system, er, how should I say it? Magic suitable for life and pleasure!" Cyrus blinked, "If it was Egypt 3000 years ago, Dumbledore Principal, the magic of the Merlin system is very suitable for cultivating slaves."

Dumbledore didn't answer, but gave Cyrus a sharp look, then smiled kindly, and slowly stuffed the pile of cockroaches that Cyrus had just handed to him into his mouth one by one.

After being silent for a while, Cyrus was a little uncomfortable with the gentle temptation of the White Wizard. Unlike Voldemort's powerful coercion, Dumbledore's pressure was full of tolerance and warmth, but it took no time to wear down Cyrus' confidence. .

"I know that most people who pursue strength regard the law of the jungle as the truth, but the difference between human beings and animals lies in reason and emotion. It is easy to kill life, but it is very difficult to create life. Cyrus, I believe that everyone has What he guards and cares about, Slytherin students are relatively precocious, which is well known, because most of them are bound by family and honor, so, I believe in some points of view, Slytherin understands better than Gryffindor It's more profound, don't you think? The sole heir of the Ilrajat family?" Dumbledore tapped on the table lightly, and a stack of documents appeared in front of him.

Dumbledore turned over a piece of paper, held his glasses and looked at it seriously, "I learned about the movements of the Ilrajat family from different sources. Of course, the information I can collect will not be more than that of Voldemort, because The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not good at managing the economy, you know..." He lowered his head and glanced at Cyrus, "So for a Slytherin who can disperse the British family business in just two years, I have to give Surprised attention, you know, if it is Gryffindor, I would not be surprised by such a prodigal behavior." The old man rolled his eyes funny, and then opened the next piece of information, "However, I am also relieved to see that The Ilrajat family has developed well abroad, especially in the Middle East, and all of this has changed after you, Cyrus, appeared in the Illachat family."

The old wizard put down the materials, rubbed between his brows, took off his glasses and wiped them, "So, do you have anything to tell me, Cyrus?"

Cyrus picked up the teacup and took a sip, "The Illacat family doesn't want to be Voldemort's cannon fodder, Your Excellency, and of course they don't want to be victims of the war. Work hard, obviously, you have also noticed that not every Slytherin agrees with that lord's point of view, but it does not mean that Muggle-born wizards can really enter the core of wizard power at once. I never think that Muggle-born wizards Most wizards are a vulnerable group, at least they are not as weak as they appear to be. You must know that the number of Muggles themselves is already considerable. Avada Kedavra can only kill one person at a time, and a war of Muggles can kill millions People die."

Cyrus raised his head and looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression, "No wizarding family that has been passed down for more than a hundred years will not ignore the threat of Muggles. Your Excellency, we do not advocate extreme methods, but we also will not put the future It's up to those who defend Muggles."

"Oh, I understand." Dumbledore nodded, "Thank you for your frankness, you know, I haven't seen such a straightforward Slytherin for a long time, but, maybe, this is the real Slytherin , isn't it?"

The old headmaster stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand, "I sincerely hope that you are doing well, Cyrus, I personally hope that there will be more Slytherins like you, at any time, Hogwarts needs to be rational and cautious." Slytherin reins, to make sure that Gryffindor's recklessness doesn't get into trouble, to remind Ravenclaw's research not to be a dead end, to protect Hufflepuff's loyalty from foolishness."

Cyrus stood up and shook hands with Dumbledore, "Your Excellency's words are very touching. I personally hope that Slytherin can gain more understanding and support. You must know that in the past two years, Slytherin's students No matter inside or outside the school, the pressure is too great, those who can leave are lucky, those who can't, have to do something against their will for the sake of the family."

Dumbledore took a deep look at Cyrus, "Thank you for your reminder, son, I will pay attention."

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

That night, outside Voldemort's manor, the wind was howling...

【You put yourself on the cusp of the storm, Cyrus, this is not good, you wanted to be a passerby...】 Cyrus stood in a daze in front of Voldemort's manor, and the spitting to himself came out involuntarily up.

"When are you going to go in? I have been watching you for a long time, Mr. Ilrajat?" The gorgeous aria will never be repeated with others, and Lucius Malfoy appears behind him at some point .

Cyrus didn't look back, but raised his hand and swept around, the green number flashed, he sighed, "The lord asked me to arrive at seven o'clock, I arrived half an hour earlier, so I'm still waiting!"

"Oh, obviously you don't have a good sense of punctuality. You must know that any nobleman would not make such a low-level mistake and let himself shiver in the cold wind unseemly!" Malfoy said sarcastically.

"That's why I don't understand why that lord would take a fancy to me, an unremarkable guy who always makes low-level mistakes. You know, I always thought that lord's taste was consistent with that of a gorgeous platinum nobleman." Cyrus Turning around, he looked at Lucius Malfoy with an innocent expression, and blinked, "Senior Malfoy, you are still as luxurious as ever!"

"Hmph, I hope you can still be so eloquent when you go in later!" Lucius looked at Cyrus with a disgusted face, and stomped his snake-shaped cane on the ground, and the gate of Voldemort's manor opened in response. "Go in, Il Rachat, the lord wants you to go in now."

Cyrus sighed, and walked slowly into the manor, "Tsk tsk...Actually, the feng shui here is not good..." He looked around to himself, but his pace didn't slow down much.

Lucius, who was leading the way, twitched the corner of his mouth. For some reason, Lucius always looked down on the person behind him. Maybe it was because of Severus at first, and then he knew Lord Voldemort was recruiting Cyrus. After that, Lucius himself didn't know why he still didn't like him.

"Here we are, go in!" Lucius stopped at the door of the study, and squinted at Cyrus.

Cyrus, who seemed to be still wandering, with a startled expression, immediately lowered his head, straightened his robes around, and raked his hair vigorously. Finally, looking forward to looking at Lucius, "how, I Do you look okay?" He bared his teeth as he spoke, "There are no leaves on the teeth, right? Senior Malfoy?"

Lucius glared at him angrily, "Get in!"

"Get in!" Strangely enough, Voldemort's roar came from the study at the same time.

Cyrus suddenly collapsed, with an expression of wanting to speak, and cast a sad look at Lucius, and walked in reluctantly.

The moment the door closed, Lucius seemed to still be able to see Cyrus holding a handkerchief and looking abandoned. Malfoy turned his eyes upside down in a very unnoble way, and left angrily.

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

"Il Rachat, how much do you know about soul magic?" Voldemort sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, seemingly casually asking.

Cyrus stood aside, with a huge poisonous snake wrapped around his feet, Nagini swallowed a lamb, and slowly swept Cyrus' calf with her tail.

"It depends on what you want to know, my Lord Voldemort..." Cyrus looked at Nagini with great interest, but greed flashed in his golden-green pupils.

"Horcrux, I wonder if you've heard of it?" Voldemort stroked the obsidian ring on his hand, and looked at Cyrus with deep meaning.

Cyrus raised his head, first looked at the ring subconsciously, "I know a little about it!" He answered slowly and carefully.

"Tell me..." Voldemort seemed to be just a little curious.

"A kind of magic that strips the soul and body..." Cyrus thought for a while, and added, "It belongs to the category of alchemy, which requires the sacrifice of life and advanced black magic rituals. Nowadays, wizards who can make Horcruxes are almost No!"

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and Cyrus could see his obvious complacency.

"Almost no one can make Horcruxes..." Cyrus deliberately paused, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes, "Because the difficulty in making a Horcrux is not to strip the soul, but to transfer the soul... If one is not careful, the soul will be incomplete Oh, that's... an irreparable loss!"

Voldemort turned his head sharply, his eyes wide open, looking straight at Cyrus.

The study suddenly fell into a brief silence, and the atmosphere became heavy and cold.

After a while, a hoarse voice with a hiss slowly said, "...What is a broken soul? Isn't stripping the soul of the sacrifice enough to make up for the loss of soul conversion?"

"That's a theory, the soul that sacrifices life can make up for the loss when it is stripped, provided that the sacrifice is willing..." Cyrus said with a smile, "The resurrection ceremony in Egypt has been spread to Europe for about 1000 years. Before, at that time, the situation of the wizards was not very good. The mother sacrificed her life to resurrect the child, and the selfish black wizard deceived the ignorant girl to sacrifice her life for herself and made a Horcrux to hold the eternal soul. Archmage Merlin accidentally released a black wizard's horcrux when he was young, and after the black wizard was resurrected, Merlin followed him for ten years before destroying him... completely."

Voldemort's fingers trembled, he touched the obsidian ring slowly, and asked solemnly, "... Is there any basis for what you said... Why haven't I seen these records in ancient books..."

"Because these records are not in England, my lord, Archmage Merlin doesn't like enemies that cannot be eliminated. In fact, the European magic system has never paid attention to soul magic." Cyrus slowly stepped over Nagini's body and walked to the fireplace Before, looking at the fire, "From another point of view, this theory is also very easy to understand. The principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy is not one-handed payment and one-handed delivery. The sacrifices of voluntary sacrifices and the sacrifices of forced sacrifices For example, unicorn blood is an excellent potion material, but voluntary donation and hunted unicorn blood have completely opposite effects..."

Voldemort silently looked at the profile of Cyrus, the boy's handsome face looked unfathomable because of the shaking of the fire.

Cyrus reached out his hand and briefly scratched the fire, and an alchemy pattern flashed out, "The souls of voluntary sacrifices have a strong fusion ability, which can bond broken souls, and the souls that come from killing, It is necessary to get rid of its resentment and curse, otherwise it will pollute the soul, cause the main soul to lose its sanity, and its personality will mutate..."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were fixed on Cyrus' side face, trying to suppress the tyrannical emotion, he said slowly, "If the soul is damaged, is it really irreparable?"

Cyrus heard that, although his gaze was still fixed on the flickering fireplace flames, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "No, nothing is absolute. My lord, although the hope is very slim, there is a way to try."