who moved my coffin

It was an unexpected surprise to form an alliance with the Sexus Grindelwald family. Although the tsundere brat Sexus is not very powerful, he has the Feldman family and several small nobles who follow him.

Cyrus's dove faction has always followed the route of small and medium-sized or declining nobles. In line with Han Xin's method of recruiting troops, the more the better, the more the better, the dove faction was quickly welcomed by small and medium-sized European nobles and new nobles. Ironically, Il The Lachats themselves were an incomparably ancient aristocrat.

Most of the god of death believers inherited from Egypt stayed in North Africa and West Asia, but this time they all migrated to Europe and America.

Sellers is only responsible for the strategic guidance of economic development. No one knows better than him the direction of the economy from the 19th century to the 21st century. As for other specific business plans, I believe that the believers of the god of death who have multiplied for thousands of years will not let their own The leader must do everything himself.

Therefore, Cyrus Ilrachat does not have a long-term vision in business, but has a golden finger of time travel.However, in the eyes of uninformed doves and believers of death: this 17-year-old Slytherin has economic talents and strategic vision that Voldemort can't match. If he was born 20 years earlier, maybe Duke Voldemort would have to avoid him .

Cyrus has been fretful lately, even though his career is going well.

On the one hand, he was falling into fugues out of his body more and more frequently. On the other hand, Voldemort finally settled his affairs and came back to England to settle accounts with him.

"Do I have to go?" Cyrus looked at the invitation card handed over by Lodvich Ilrachat with a bitter face. On the gorgeous silver-green background, the cobra spit out the letter openly, and the red eyes made Cyrus Slein thought of a pair of fierce eyes.

"I'm afraid not. My little master, Duke Voldemort sent two invitations, one of which is for the master. The master is not here now, and you have full authority to represent the master. If you don't go, it will be a sign of weakness..." Luo Devitch looked at Cyrus sympathetically. The high priests of ancient Egypt were very proud, they were not afraid of challenges and were proud of it, but the little master was a different kind. The provocative invitation, however, involved Imerton's reputation, and Cyrus had no choice but to accept it.

"What, I actually sent an invitation to Mr. Imerton. It's terrible, it means that Voldemort has recovered, and he has the confidence to face the teacher!" Cyrus jumped up, pacing up and down anxiously, and said Couldn't help spitting, "It's all the teacher's fault, why did you fix him up, and let him come to cause trouble? If it were me, I would give him a soul-dispersing ceremony to promote his success in slicing, and then we Death God believers will be a family." Dominate, and then annex the Order of the Phoenix, ah, the future is bright... ".

Cyrus fell into a beautiful fantasy while spitting, and stretched out his hands in a daze to make a heroic gesture, but after a while he shrugged his shoulders and bowed his head in dejection, and under Lodwig's angry and funny gaze, he replied depressedly, "Okay , Lodwich, you can help me arrange, what to wear, and secondly, do a good job of my personal protection first, and help me prepare more space belts and escape door keys!"

Lodvich sighed, this little master wanted to run away before the confrontation, he still lacked the poise and composure of his master, he didn't even think about it, how could Voldemort hurt his little master given how much his master valued him? .

Cyrus is already actively preparing various means of escape. He doesn’t care about any image problems. Don’t think that it’s easy to come back from the dead. There are no specific conditions. In Europe, far away from the rule of Egyptian gods, Egypt The pulse spells will be restricted by local beliefs, just like Voldemort had to bow to Imerton in Hamnebutra, if Voldemort really killed Cyrus in England, he might die but he would really die He died, his soul flew away, and he returned to the original source. Even if Imerton came, he couldn't save him.

Cyrus didn't dare to hope to travel again. Who knows if he will be the same as 3000 years ago next time, and he will know that he is the "lucky one" who has passed through after he dies.

————I am the dividing line trembling—————

"Pfft!" Severe pain spread throughout his body, and Cyrus felt his heart being pierced. A voice said coldly, "Of course, I'm also very happy to cut off Imerton's arm!"

This time, Cyrus told himself that he couldn't wake up no matter what, he must look up and see clearly the appearance of the person who killed him.

He tried his best to control the body in the dream and slowly raised his head, but he saw a pair of agate-colored eyes...

It took a while for Cyrus, who woke up, to realize where he was. The gurgling sound of the small fountain behind him, the whispering voices of the nobles, champagne roses, and elegant dance music.

【Damn it, why did I fugue at the banquet? If I do the same when I meet Voldemort, am I looking for death? ] Cyrus patted his cheek, trying to regain consciousness, and at the same time subconsciously touched the cuff on his left arm, slowly calming down.

"Mr. Ilrachat?" Heinrich Feldman beside him looked at Sellers slapping his cheeks in surprise, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

"Hey, I've been sleepy lately!" Cyrus said with a dry smile, snapped his fingers, summoned the house elf, and ordered a cup of coffee.

"Well, aren't you a little nervous?" Heinrich Feldman's gaze followed Sexus Grindelwald not far away again, "After all, we are going to meet that lord soon!"

Sellers felt that Heinrich's words were not so much small talk as irony. Sellers felt that he was a tragic clown, knowing that he was an appetizer today, but he had to serve it himself. OK, hang up.

Many people knew that Voldemort didn't want to see the Illacat's family since he came back from Egypt. He not only hinted that his subordinates were robbing Illacat for business, but also embarrassed Billy Weaver Illacat on many occasions.

And Cyrus Ilrajat stayed at Hogwarts and did not attend any entertainments. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that he must have pissed off Duke Voldemort.

However, due to the gradual establishment of the power of the dove faction, everyone regarded Duke Voldemort's hostility towards Cyrus as the leader of the Death Eaters' dissatisfaction with the centrist leader Il Rachat's family, and some even suspected that the Dark Lord was jealous.

Many people think that Voldemort's dissatisfaction with Cyrus is expected, and no one wants to see an outstanding and promising junior threaten their status, and they are all Slytherin graduates.

Only Cyrus knew that Voldemort had a personal grievance with him. With Voldemort's pride, he didn't take the doves seriously at all. What Voldemort said a long time ago was the view of the Dark Lord: a group of children and parents of cowards The alliance established in a state of disunity, no matter how united the flock is, it will always be a flock of sheep, at best it is just the food reserves of the Death Eaters, if it is a lion pride, there is still a certain threat, let them play!

If Voldemort was really wary of the Doves, it was because after returning from Egypt, Imerton stuffed a large number of Death believers into the Doves, and the Doves had a lot of foreign wizards who used head-down techniques and hypnotism for a while. At this time, the doves have not only formed an alliance of economic interests, but also have armed protection.

Voldemort was sensitive to Imerton's attempt to invade his territory, and Cyrus played a very important role in it.

With personal grievances and threats from political enemies, Voldemort is determined to test Imerton's bottom line first.

————I am the dividing line of suspense—————

Lucius Malfoy tapped the snake's head cane lightly on the ground twice, and the crisp and clear sound was just heard by everyone present. The noise stopped, the music stopped, and even the gurgling small fountain quietly The stream of water stopped in mid-air.

"Lord Voldemort is here!" The platinum noble stepped back slightly and leaned forward. The hall door opened behind him, and Duke Voldemort came out as noble and elegant as a king.

All the people present were involuntarily shocked by his powerful aura, bowed their heads and saluted respectfully.

"Stinky fart, be poor!" Cyrus lowered his head and spat, covering up the resentment in his eyes, and finally added in his heart【Same as someone! 】.

Voldemort, however, seemed to have downwind ears. He stopped suddenly, turned his head sideways, and glanced indifferently in the direction of Cyrus.

With a "swipe", there was a vacuum of about one meter around Cyrus again.

Sweat dripped down the back of Cyrus's head, and when a pair of exquisite dragon leather boots appeared in sight, his head, which was lowered and pretending to be stupid, was lifted up by a well-maintained hand holding his chin.

A pair of onyx-colored eyes fixed Cyrus' golden-green eyes with obvious hostility, and Voldemort said softly, in a direct and almost teasing way, "Mr. Ilrachat, I am glad that we meet again." !"

Cyrus twitched the corners of his mouth, shrank his head back, and escaped Voldemort's control in embarrassment. He smiled dryly, "Hey, I'm also very happy, Lord Voldemort, you look good!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a red light in Voldemort's eyes, and the Dark Lord showed a playful smile, "Thanks for your concern, Cyrus, I think we still have a lot to say, if you don't mind, please talk to me tonight , as before, how is it?"

Cyrus almost ran away, but with Imerton's invitation in his arms, surrounded by Death Eaters with malicious intentions, what else could he do except nod his head with difficulty?

Voldemort turned around, indicating that the banquet would continue, and he was in a good mood.