Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

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The moment Voldemort brought Cyrus back to Malfoy Manor, Cyrus threw him down, with the sharp dagger less than an inch from his heart. Cyrus' voice was extremely depressed, "Where is he?!"

Voldemort's face was calm and calm, and his eyes became a little intriguing. Cyrus forced his eyes open, and as two lines of blood flowed down his cheeks, his eyes were as red as blood. He almost gritted his teeth and looked at Voldemort. Blades of air flew out randomly, leaving scars all over the walls of the room.

"Where is he?!!!"

Voldemort didn't say anything. He reached out and clasped the back of Cyrus's head, closing the distance. His eyes suddenly stared at Cyrus, Legilimency! The eyes of Cyrus, who was pressed against him, struggled for a moment, and finally became dull. She was too exhausted to resist Voldemort, but it only took a few seconds for her to break free from Voldemort's control.

"Ha...haha, hahahaha! Okay, okay! Kill the school doctor. Kill people at Hogwarts, and you will never go back!" Voldemort's maniacal laughter came out, and he lay on the ground without resisting. . At this time, Death Eaters also appeared one after another. Regarding the scene at this moment, everyone did not know how to deal with it. The scene of Bella's tragic death is still vivid in my mind.

There were two people taking action at this time. Lucius left in a hurry, not knowing what to do. Little Barty gritted his teeth, took out his wand and prepared to attack Cyrus.

A shout came, "Stop!" Voldemort, who was laughing crazily, finally reacted. He rested his elbows on the ground and raised his front body, not caring whether the sharp blade in front of his chest would pierce his heart.

As if he was not the one who went crazy just now, he reached out and gently touched Cyrus's eyes, his tone was full of concern, and he said softly: "Miss Cyrus, are you too tired? You, especially to me, are It's important. Although there were some situations today, I'm very satisfied."

Then he looked at the stunned Death Eaters, and his voice turned serious and majestic, "What are you doing standing still? Get Cyrus treated quickly."

However, everyone still did not dare to approach the two of them, and Cyrus showed no intention of putting down the dagger in his hand.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door from far to near. It's a little strange if you look carefully. There are more than one person's footsteps, and the sounds are messy and regular. It seemed like the sound was caused by four legs running.

Cyrus obviously heard this voice, and Voldemort clearly felt the dagger against his chest trembling.

Voldemort waved his hands to everyone, "Get out of here." He looked at the reluctant little Barty with sharp eyes, "...Yes, Master. What about Lanstranti?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Cyrus, who was staring at the door, "I said get out, don't you understand?"

"Yes." Although little Barty was very reluctant, he would absolutely obey Voldemort's orders and retreated with everyone.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

Several barks were heard, followed by the crisp sound of a dagger falling to the ground. A German Shepherd with iron-colored and black fur broke open the door. It had a black collar around its neck and a large scar on its abdomen. Lucius followed behind him panting, carrying large and small bags of herbs.

Cyrus froze in place, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he stretched out and then retracted them.

The hound in front of her walked slowly toward her, sniffing and sniffing with great care. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before the hound took the lead and stepped forward to gently lick Cyrus' cheek. He cleaned the blood on her face, and then rubbed his head against her cold hand.

The warm and familiar touch, the appearance, the voice, the eyes are so familiar. Cyrus's chapped lips trembled slightly, his voice was sour and low, "An, Angus?"

The hound in front of him said nothing, raised his head and looked at Cyrus quietly. Those copper-brown eyes seemed to be able to speak, and then he leaned close to Cyrus and used his body temperature to warm Cyrus's cold and trembling body.

Hugging the hound in front of him, Cyrus lowered his head. She felt that her throat was getting dry and her whole body was shaking slightly. He moved his mouth, but nothing came out. Only tears flowed out uncontrollably, and a low roar came from the chest.

Lucius, who was behind Cyrus, stood aside and looked away, and two inconspicuous sobs escaped, which were very obvious in this quiet room.

Voldemort spoke at an inappropriate time, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Lucius, treat her." Then he stood up and prepared to go back to rest. Although he was not injured today, he was still very exhausted.

"Tell Severus to bring the soul potion and bring a few more bottles."

When passing by Cyrus who was kneeling on the ground, Voldemort's eyes stayed for a moment longer, and then he opened the door and left.

It's still different after all.

Lucius became a little embarrassed after Voldemort left. Logically speaking, he should have given Cyrus space to reunite after a long absence, but she was seriously injured. Voldemort's attitude towards Cyrus seemed to have changed a lot. Lucius recalled the scene in the hall of the Ministry of Magic when Voldemort personally blocked Cyrus' attack.

"Lucius, heal."

While Lucius was still hesitating, Cyrus spoke first, but his voice was still hoarse. She gently touched Angus' head and stood up to sit on the chair. Angus sat next to Cyrus and rubbed his head against Cyrus's trouser legs from time to time. Cyrus would respond by gently brushing the hair on his back.

"Bella is dead, and now Voldemort's second-in-command is no one except that mad dog. Although Dolohov is strong, his brain is not very bright. It's time for you to work hard."

Cyrus's eyes were red, and she was still crying, but her tone was trying to be as calm as usual, and her hands were still shaking uncontrollably due to emotion. Seeing Lucius turning away his eyes and hesitating about what he wanted to say, "Hogwarts will be on vacation in a while, and I will keep an eye on Draco. I have been training him before, don't worry."

Lucius finally relaxed, nodded and continued to apply medicine to Cyrus's wound. Cyrus suddenly raised his hand and made a slight swipe, and the entire room was cast with five or six layers of earplugs and anti-eavesdropping spells. Is there any secret mission that I need to do by myself? Lucius' expression immediately became serious and he looked at Cyrus solemnly.

Cyrus looked at Lucius without hesitation, "Are you and sir very close?"

"Ok?"

Cyrus patiently repeated the question again, with a very serious tone.

Lucius was speechless for a moment, muttering in his heart but he still said truthfully: "The relationship is not close, but we often communicate with each other. You also know that we are both in the same college, and I am several years older than him. Well, I should be considered the one who attracted him in the first place. Come in. But that’s not the case, Severus has all the strength and talent, and the Dark Lord also appreciates him..."

Seeing Lucius talking more and more, Cyrus suddenly interrupted, "How should I coax sir?"

"Huh??" Lucius suddenly paused while applying the medicine.

"If you did something serious and made him angry, how do you make it right?" Seemingly realizing that there was something wrong with the way he spoke, Cyrus rearranged his words.

"Well, if you have made some mistakes and want his forgiveness... then sincerely apologize to him, and attach a sincere apology. I think Severus is not someone who is willing to care about trivial matters."

"I killed his teacher. The teacher who always took care of him." Cyrus looked away and stroked Angus uneasily with his right hand.

Lucius was at a loss for words for a while, and finally said, "Is it the school doctor that the master just mentioned? You may have no choice." Although he didn't think Cyrus would have any responsibility for killing people, after all, her record tonight was amazing. brilliant. But the reason can also be guessed. Most likely, it was because he was discovered during the mission and had no choice but to silence him.

During the period of contact with Cyrus, one thing that made Lucius very certain was Cyrus's absolute indifference to life. Sometimes she looks at herself or anyone else without any extra emotion in her eyes. It's like looking at an inanimate object. This is very similar to Voldemort.

However, the person she killed this time was a teacher and colleague who she got along with day and night.

Lucius remembered that Draco had mentioned in the letters he had sent to him a few years ago that Cyrus got along very well with the school nurse lady, and would sometimes pay attention to the situation in the school doctor's office but would not go in when he was injured.

Lucius didn't have anything bad to say about killing, he did it too, he just never got his hands dirty. But he just discovered himself. If he really didn't have the idea of ​​killing her, how could he do it? There are many ways to trap a person and prevent her from talking or running around, and Cyrus can turn people to stone.

"That stewed egg is suspicious by nature. He will definitely investigate when I come back. He will force Legilimency on me just like he just did. He needs to be 100% sure that it is impossible for me to return to Hogwarts and kill someone. A teacher is an unforgivable crime. No matter who it is. The plan... went wrong. I had no intention of going there, and I didn't expect that she would see through my transformation."

In fact, there were more reasons than that. Cyrus did not tell Lucius that he was Voldemort's Horcrux. These days, as Cyrus is overworked and mentally unstable, Voldemort's crazy and bloodthirsty side has been subtly affecting him.

As time goes by, the two souls are closely connected, and Cyrus will be affected even if he sets up illusions and occlumency. She clearly remembered that she just wanted to use the Stunner on Madam Pomfrey. But there was a devilish whisper in his mind, telling him to kill her. The desire to kill crazily overflowed in her heart, and when she regained consciousness, Madam Pomfrey's soul had dissipated.

"It's ridiculous to think about it. I once openly questioned Dumbledore's decision-making. And I..."

She lowered her eyes and looked at Angus beside her, and pulled away the hand that touched him, her face was silent and sad. It was like asking for help, but also like falling completely. She took out the ring Voldemort gave her and placed it in front of Angus. Sure enough, the Resurrection Stone can temporarily store the soul. Strips of silver light turned into light spots and merged into Angus' chest, and his soul became stronger.

But Cyrus's face became more and more ugly. "It has become more and more uglier. How long will it continue and how many people will I kill with my own hands? Angus, what should I do if I am no longer the same person as before?" Angus whined, He seemed to be trying to comfort her, but received no response from Cyrus with a smile.

"I think you have indeed changed."

Lucius lowered his head slightly, as if he was organizing his words. "If you really want to draw a conclusion, you are living a despicable and ugly life."

He raised his eyes to see Cyrus's reaction, and seeing that the other party showed no signs of anger, he continued:

"Whether it's you or Dumbledore, everyone is living a despicable and strong life. As soon as I was born, I became the next head of Malfoy. The required etiquette, knowledge and even the trajectory of life cannot be changed. As the head of the family, I need Flattery requires judging the situation and making choices when necessary. Purebloods are inherently noble because we bear more. Being higher than others at the beginning, we are destined to face more choices than they do, have more power, and must make choices. awareness.

I have always seen your choices and awareness.

The basilisk that appeared at the Ministry of Magic tonight is not the one you have been carrying before. With your assistance and the wide battlefield, the risk factor is relatively low. Your other basilisk was in a more uncontrollable and dangerous situation in the Department of Mysteries.

It stands to reason that you should first ensure the safety of the basilisk that is closer to you, but the fact is exactly the opposite... Forgive me for guessing, the basilisk tonight is Lord Slytherin's, right? And your seemingly indiscriminate attacks are actually clever ways of avoiding a head-on confrontation with the Order of the Phoenix gang.

Also... you did not use any usual attack methods except physical attacks in tonight's battle. Even Li Huo chose to double the consumption of magic power to convert it into pure black flames. At that time, I was thinking that maybe you weren't just going berserk, but you were using this to avoid using the magic spells taught by your fathers, such as fire protection. If it were your skilled fighting style, I think the casualties tonight would be more than that.

You duel with Barty and the others before the mission begins. No matter how well-trained those immature students are, they cannot compete with them in their heyday. The punishment of the master for letting you fight alone happens to be the greatest help in protecting them. "

Cyrus looked at Lucius silently. Angus beside him felt the fluctuations in her heart and leaned closer to Cyrus.

"And the drama between you and the master." Lucius sighed secretly, "You could have directly kidnapped members of the Order of the Phoenix, but you had to go through a lot of planning to enter Hogwarts. Sometimes the master really wants to kill You, but you seem to have another purpose. That day, you deliberately suffered fatal injuries and asked Severus to take you back. It must be said that it was an extremely dangerous attempt, but the effect was outstanding.

Severus, who was in a state of confusion, had no time to think too much, and you were able to enter Hogwarts to complete the task of forcing you to confront Dumbledore in disguise. The price is the breakdown of your relationship with Severus and the guilt of killing your teacher. In addition, Dumbledore would not leave his students and the Order of the Phoenix alive, so why didn't he arrive as soon as possible... There were only a handful of people who could hold Dumbledore back. "

Lucius took out a bottle of good Firewhiskey from somewhere and put it on the table. He seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile, "I don't know what your ultimate purpose is in doing this, and I don't know how. Intervene. Please punish me if what I just said is beyond the bounds. I am not trying to betray or threaten you by saying this. The master has been secretly ordering me to investigate you, and there has been no problem so far. I think my loyalty is already obvious. . I will forget all these words tonight after sleeping one night, and I have never mentioned them to anyone before. With the unbreakable spell, I will be your most loyal assistant.

Originally I thought you were the most classic Slytherin, but sometimes you don't look like it. But to change the situation, if it were for Draco, Sissy, and the Malfoy family, I would do the same. The life and death of other people is not important, they are my pride and my interests. And don’t real Slytherins put interests first? It’s just that interests can be anything I think in my heart. "

Lucius looked at Angus aside, "It's just that in my opinion, your interests are no longer consistent with before."

"Okay, Lucius. Use your gift of rhetoric to rise up as a Death Eater." Cyrus poured out a glass of firewhiskey and poured another for Lucius.

"I went today with the mood of fighting to the death with Dumbledore. I didn't expect him to be late...but I do need these words. What kind of thank you gift does Mr. Malfoy need?"

Lucius pursed his lips and smiled. He stood up and made a gentlemanly gesture, "No matter what happens in the future, I hope Miss Slytherin will not forget the Malfoy family."

Cyrus narrowed his eyes slightly, put down his wine glass and stretched out his hand to Lucius, "He is indeed an excellent businessman. Promise me a condition, and then all my property will be given to you. You are his senior, so you are naturally younger than him. long......"

"As long as you are alive, Severus Snape cannot die."

This is your bond and... my humble request.