Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

After receiving treatment at St. Mungo's, Harry and others were sent back to Hogwarts by Professor McGonagall, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were still in the hospital. Sirius seemed to want to say something more before Harry left, but was called away by Dumbledore.

"Go and have a rest, children. Meet in the auditorium early in the morning in two days." Professor McGonagall was wearing a large wizard's hat and seemed to be deliberately hiding her expression, avoiding direct eye contact with the students throughout the process. However, Harry still saw Professor McGonagall's red and swollen eyes and extremely tired pale expression.

"Professor McGonagall, why hasn't Principal Dumbledore come back? I still have something to ask him." In fact, Harry didn't have any special questions to ask Dumbledore. Everything that happened tonight showed that Cyrus was no longer the In the past, she had even joined the Death Eaters.

But he'd been through so much tonight that he didn't know how to deal with it. What will happen tomorrow? Will the Ministry of Magic be completely overrun by Death Eaters? He saw the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort tonight. Did they escape because they couldn't defeat Dumbledore? What happens next, and why does the prophecy ball in Cyrus's hand predict that the Savior will no longer exist? Is it a hint that he will die, or what does it mean?

All kinds of bad fantasies appeared in Harry's mind, but no one was taking care of his inner activities at this time. Everyone in the DA said nothing, and even Hermione hurriedly said goodbye to them and quickly returned to the bedroom.

"What you need to do now is rest."

Professor McGonagall, who was always strict, did not blame them for secretly leaving Hogwarts, nor did he impose any point deductions. He just left these words and looked at everyone in silence. Harry had no choice, Professor McGonagall just blocked the door of the common room without saying a word, and they had no choice but to go back.

Harry, Ron and Neville all lived in the same dormitory. Harry and Ron were a little surprised when they opened the bedroom door. He looked at the Weasley twins sitting on their bed in the room, "George? Fred? Haven't you dropped out of school?"

After Cyrus left Hogwarts completely, the twins submitted applications to withdraw from school. On the one hand, they became more convinced that their future path was not to become an official in the Ministry of Magic. On the other hand, they decided to join the Order of the Phoenix. Leaving Hogwarts gave them more time.

Even though they have joined the Order of the Phoenix, they will only be asked to do some simple logistical work. Most of the time I still manage my own store.

The Order of the Phoenix's behavior tonight naturally excluded them. Molly locked the two of them up for one night, and waited for news about Sirius and others before hurriedly freeing them. And they entered Hogwarts with Dumbledore's consent.

It was rare that the two of them did not play a prank on Harry and Ron who had just walked in. They took out three boxes of candy from their pockets and threw them to Harry and Ron. "The new products in our store will make you feel much better after eating them." George put his two index fingers on the corners of his mouth, pushed them up slightly, and smiled.

Fred placed three long boxes on the bed, "Here are the clothes you will need to wear in two days. I brought them to you. Neville, your grandma brought you a message."

Fred stood up and slapped Neville hard on the back, and straightened his collar that was turned up due to the battle, "Mrs. Longbottom said, I am extremely proud of your bravery today. Your parents are fine, they I have returned to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters after completing the mission."

Harry looked at the twins and then at Ron, who was sitting back on the bed unpacking the box, "You came here just to bring a message to Neville? What's going on tomorrow?"

Harry remembered that Professor McGonagall had just told everyone to gather in the auditorium early on Monday morning, two days later. At this time, Ron's puzzled voice came, "Shirts? And trousers, what are you doing with these?"

Harry looked back at the black shirt and trousers in Ron's hand, feeling an inexplicable urge to escape.

George looked at Fred, and the two looked at each other and said together: "On Monday, it's Madam Pomfrey's funeral. Professor Lupin informed us that we will leave after the funeral."

Harry's brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and he pushed past the two people in front of him and ran out of the Gryffindor common room. In the dark castle, Harry ran quickly.

It was already early in the morning, and Harry didn't care about using another invisibility cloak to avoid the night watch professor or Filch, and ran wildly towards the principal's office.

Not seeing anyone along the way, Harry leaned on the gargoyle in front of the door and gasped, "Deng... Principal Dumbledore..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt the statue supporting him quickly give way, and he almost fell over. The stone staircase spirals up, and the warm yellow light in the office shines down, but it remains quiet.

Harry walked up the stone stairs and saw Dumbledore's figure. He was sitting at his desk, but the desk was not filled with all kinds of sweet food as before. The corner on one side of the office was empty, with a square pattern still remaining on the floor. The square pattern is made of dust, indicating that some large items were originally placed here but were simply moved.

"Sit down, Harry."

Dumbledore's old and tired voice sounded, and the chair opposite him was automatically pulled away. After Harry sat down, he didn't dare to look at Dumbledore for some reason. He stared at his clasped hands on his knees.

"George, they said Monday... Monday is Madam Pomfrey..." The words fell to his lips but could not be spoken. Harry's vision became extremely blurred and his throat was extremely sore.

"Witt, he came to us. He was hurt... I didn't know... I called Hermione and they took him to the infirmary. So it was Cyrus... I don't know, I really wanted to It doesn't make sense. I don't understand parsnake anymore... Fudge was killed, and that crazy woman. Cyrus, she knew... She knew everything from then until now... You know everything. The savior no longer exists ...Why Madam Pomfrey was killed. I was wrong... I was really wrong... You beat them away, we won... Did we really win? Why are there still people... Professor Moody, Kingsley, Madam Pomfrey... where have you been, why were you not there..."

Harry's sentences became more and more illogical, his voice trembling and broken. He clutched his knees tightly, tears falling on the lenses and onto the back of Harry's hands. Dumbledore lowered his eyes and sighed lightly. His right hand reached into his pocket and seemed to be holding something. Fawkes on his shoulder let out a dissatisfied chirp and flew to the branch where he usually stayed.

"We all lost someone important tonight. Harry, I'm so sorry."

"It's not you who wants to apologize." Harry slammed his hand on the table, his eyes filled with anger, "Don't apologize! I just want to know what to do, what I should do, and the students of Hogwarts should go do what."

Dumbledore looked up at Harry, but it felt like he was looking at someone else, someone else who had been sitting here.

"Someone once taught me a lesson, saying that I always pull others into the chessboard regardless of their wishes. Completely protecting my students also prevents them from truly growing up. She said that I am so persistent that my victory will be inevitable. It would be painful. So she completely overturned the chessboard, and I was no longer the one holding the chessboard. But the person I wanted to protect the most was not protected even once."

"What will be the different results if the fish kills the net and leaves no room for it? Maybe it's just that the painful person has changed."

Harry obviously didn't understand what Dumbledore said. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by Dumbledore's words, "Harry, you like playing wizard chess, right? If our king is eaten, how can we make a comeback?"

"The king was eaten? Then, he loses..."

Dumbledore stood up, turned his back, and walked slowly back to the door leading to his bedroom in the office. Harry couldn't see his expression, but his back was no longer upright, but was being held up again.

"Cyrus Slytherin Grindelwald Percival has joined the Death Eaters. She is our enemy, the enemy of Hogwarts... and a disaster to the wizarding world."

In Malfoy Manor.

After the bedroom door was completely closed, Cyrus leaned weakly on the seat, stroking his bandaged left eye with one hand. Angus's cry of "Huh, Huh" sounded, and Cyrus stood up and sat on the ground and gently hugged the hound in front of him with his hands.

"Angus, what is the world after death like?"

There was heavy bitterness in her eyes, as if the bitterness and pain in her life could not be erased. The bitterness was like a dark cloud, covering every corner of her soul, making it impossible for her to get rid of it.

"I have a family, I am very happy, very... happy." Cyrus' voice was extremely gentle, and she told Angus about her life and that family in detail. But the more she talked about it, the more her eyes became moist, "Is this love? It should be. They love me, right? But do I really love them? My decision is implicating a person and making them constantly hurt. , constant pain...."

"I don't want to, I don't want to kill her... Why her... How should I do it, how can I save her? But I am not qualified to gain their love... Angus, I stink Can a cheap life really be used as an apology, but I seem to..." Cyrus stopped speaking, and she did not express the small voice in her heart.

"Guess who I met a few days ago, Bert Sean. The man who originally adopted us, is he our first father?

I gave him back his double-barreled shotgun. I thought I would never have another chance...

All the people who harmed you have paid the price, as for that small village. No one who has ever insulted you can escape. "

Cyrus felt a slight pain in his shoulder, and Angus opened his mouth and bit it lightly. He made a dissatisfied and worried "wow" sound,

"There is someone just like you who will always stop me from killing people. And if nothing happens, he will hit me in the head."

The slightly curved smile on Cyrus's lips instantly solidified into a trace of sadness that could not be concealed. She touched Angus's soft ears, "Sometimes I feel lucky that I have a similar situation to my husband. I understand him better and understand his feelings. But I...from the beginning, I was different from him..."

In Cyrus' eyes, the silver light scattered around her body was floating around her like glass shards. Different from other people's souls, the silver light on her body darkly reflects the gray color, no longer pure or shining.

"I don't know since when, I can gradually see the soul in my body vaguely. But it still cannot be cured. It's tattered... like a plastic sheet thrown into the trash can. It's really ugly. In the same darkness, His soul remains the same. Every time I look at him, I realize more deeply that I am getting away from him little by little, sinking into deeper darkness."

The hand around Angus tightened, and Cyrus' head rested on the soft and warm fur,

"The one I love is imprisoned in the depths of hell,

And Death doesn't make deals easily.

Don't stop me anymore. "

At this time, there was a slight knock on the door, and after only two knocks, there was no sound. After Cyrus regained his composure, he cast several spells on the entire room, and then told Angus to stay away from the door before getting up. She approached the door and stood still. After taking a deep breath, she opened the door with a smile on her face.

"This is the soul-stabilizing potion ordered by the master."

His unique low voice put Cyrus in a trance. She looked at the man whose hands were hidden in the black robe. Her lips moved, but finally they closed silently, leaving a silence.

"The master asked me to deliver the soul potion, and check the young lady's injuries on the way."

Cyrus looked away from Snape's hidden angry eyes, glanced at his hands hidden in the darkness again, showed a smile and said: "Please come in." Then he turned and sat back in his seat.

There was the sound of the door being closed and locked behind her, and the next moment she turned back, a beautiful magic spell appeared in front of her eyes. She was knocked back hard, hit the wall and fell to the ground. Reaching out to touch her fractured chest, she spit out the accumulated blood in her chest and chuckled, "You hesitated. I thought you would give me Avada Kedavra as soon as you entered the door."

One hand directly grabbed Cyrus's collar and pulled her up. Her newly stitched wound burst open under the impact just now. Blood seeped into the gauze, one drop, two drops, and the blood beads turned into a smooth stream of blood. With her weak arms, it slid all the way to the palm of her hand, and then dripped to the floor.

The bandage on her forehead was ripped off by Snape, and the dark wand was only inches away from her pupils.

"You used these eyes to kill so many people and deceive so many people."

Snape's eyes stared at her, his eyes fierce and full of anger and hatred. The pupils that had been swallowed by darkness were shining, Cyrus's expression gradually distorted, and his faint laughter became louder and louder, "Haha...Severus, look at the look in your eyes now. This is right, This is the look of real life! If you hate me, fine, then come and kill me. Unfortunately, with your strength, you have to work harder."

Cyrus looked at the wand facing her, and his tone deepened, "When did Dumbledore use the Elder Wand to help you repair your wand? Change it to another one, it's unlucky."

Snape's hand holding the wand tightly had veins popping out, his eyes were fierce, and a halo appeared between the wand again. Cyrus tapped his wand with his finger, "Friendly reminder, if it is a curse-like spell that hurts the soul, our double agent will lose his job."

Before Cyrus finished speaking, the curse went straight to her left eye without hesitation, and then she felt an indescribable stinging and burning sensation. It was as if her entire left eye was on fire. Covering her left eye with her hand still couldn't relieve the spreading pain. Sweat was already forming on her forehead, and her thin lips were even more faintly white.

"I know that monsters like you are not afraid of pain at all, so what if you use the magic gas to first increase the sensitivity of your senses? The power of the spell will be increased ten times. Your eyes have always been your weak point, and an eye disease spell will do it. It will make you miserable and even blind.”

Cyrus was sweating coldly, and his left eye gradually became blurry. Snape suddenly let go of Cyrus's collar, and she fell to the ground. The wounds on her body were even more cracked, and although her vision was blurred, she could still clearly feel the doubled pain on her body. The clothes were stained scarlet, and the smell of blood had already filled the entire room.

"...You know I'll always fail with your potions."

A dog barked from behind Snape, and then a sharp pain shot through his calf. He looked at Angus who was biting his calf frantically, and turned his wand to him, "Is that him? You sacrificed the animal that hundreds of people saved."

With that said, Snape shot a spell, and a firecracker exploded. A water-colored barrier emerged to block the curse that hit Angus. Cyrus protected him in front of Angus, and his voice couldn't help but become a little louder. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his tone was a little tense. There was an old wand in his hand.

"Can't hurt him!"

Snape looked at Cyrus's left eye, which turned obviously light blue, raised his wand and pointed it at her again, and cast the spell again without hesitation.

"Oh, because of a dog..."

The wand fell off Cyrus' hand, and she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Severus, it doesn't matter how injured I am. I deserve it, but Angus can't."

Layers of protective spells enveloped Angus, and Cyrus staggered up and stood in front of Snape. Snape's eyes were indifferent, without any emotion at all. He nodded slightly without saying a word, threw out a few bottles of potions and turned to leave.

"Congratulations to Sir Cyrus for successfully attacking the Ministry of Magic. You are truly the Dark Lord's greatest help."

Cyrus felt the world spinning before her eyes, and she fell heavily. Angus barked anxiously, came to her and nuzzled Cyrus's shoulder, licking her bleeding wounds from time to time.

In his blurry vision, there was darkness outside the open door.