Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Located on the outskirts of Nottingham Forest in the East Midlands, England, thick smoke billowed above a small village, and black fire swallowed everything in sight like a god of death. In the black mist, a pale mask looked out of place.

No shouts or cries for help were heard, only the sparks spattered by the burning objects kept making "pah, pah" sounds. It seems like all life in this world disappeared in an instant. Cyrus stood next to a low, collapsed wooden house. The mound in front of her showed signs of being disturbed. The mound was raised high, and something seemed to be buried inside. An old long-barreled shotgun lay in front of the mound.

The voice was blocked by the mask he was wearing, making it unreal. A sigh came from the mask, "I was the one who threw your bones in the wild. If I hadn't done that, maybe you wouldn't have experienced death again."

An extremely impatient voice came from behind Cyrus, "The master's order is to attack London and surrounding magical cities. Who told you to come to a shabby village?!"

Cyrus turned around and knocked away Little Barty, clapped his hands casually, "As my follower, do you care where I go?"

Little Barty, who was ordered by Voldemort to follow Cyrus under surveillance, almost had his teeth broken, but he didn't dare to get angry because of his master's attitude towards Cyrus, not because he couldn't beat him. And he is not worried that Cyrus will disobey his master's orders. In order to continue to provide the souls that keep the dog alive, Cyrus must continue to steal other people's souls every day, otherwise they will be backlashed, and the dog is also imprisoned. Malfoy Manor, she had no choice!

Sure enough, Cyrus turned around and looked at him before he had gone far, "Which city?"

Barty Jr. showed an undisguised mockery, "Manchester City, the second largest British city after London, also has the largest number of wizards."

In the following days, a frightening title began to circulate in the British wizarding community. A dark wizard more terrifying than the Dark Lord - the Black Death.

"The Black Death... suits you very well, doesn't it, Cyrus." Voldemort threw the newspaper down casually, and it was clearly written in the corner of the newspaper: Durmstrang changed the principal, and the original principal Gellert Grindelwald died of illness. Died, the specific cause is unknown. He looked at Cyrus, who was sitting next to him and resting silently with his eyes closed.

"Thanks to you, both the intimidation and attraction of the Death Eaters have surpassed that of the silent Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix. More people have joined us. Did the Ministry of Magic catch us that time? There is less waste, and now the staff is slowly increasing, which also helps me solve another big problem."

Voldemort's gaze stayed on Cyrus's closed eyes, and his tone deepened, "Still unable to recover?"

Cyrus's hand hidden under the table trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes calmly and looked at Voldemort, "Ability has no effect, I think you only care about this." Previously, Cyrus had been wearing a mask, only for meetings. Only then will it be taken off. Now everyone can see that her right eye is obviously lighter in color than her left eye, and if you look closely, you can also see the scar at the corner of her eye.

Soft but cold fingertips touched the corners of her eyes, carefully stroking the carefully covered scar. Voldemort's gentle voice was a little colder, "You said it was injured during the battle at the Ministry of Magic, but when you came back It seems that's not the case. If it's broken, it won't be beautiful anymore." Voldemort's tone became gentle, as if he was feeling sorry for his favorite toy.

Cyrus slapped his hand away with a "pop" and looked at Voldemort's handsome face that had been nourished by the potion with some disgust, "Don't worry, he's prettier than you."

Lucius, who was sitting on the other side of Voldemort, turned red and white. He saw that Snape entered Cyrus's room after he left that night. It was obvious who did it.

"Where's Severus?"

Lucius, who was thinking wildly, was stunned. Why did Voldemort call Snape over when he just thought of these things? He hurriedly said: "Snape is going to attend the...funeral prepared by Hogwarts today!"

"Oh...that's it, I forgot about it. Cyrus, you brutally killed a Hogwarts teacher, even though you were just a useless school doctor...Hahaha!" Voldemort said profoundly He stared at Cyrus with a dull expression, twirling the wand in his hand, "Lucius, I heard that there is a professor at Hogwarts who studies Muggles... He seems to be instigating students to marry Muggles. fallacy."

"Master, it's..." Lucius pretended to remember and slowed down, looking at Cyrus secretly from the corner of his eye.

"It's Muggle Studies professor, Charity Bubbaji." At this time, Cyrus spoke first. She seemed to be very bored by such a topic and leaned back in her chair. "If you're so bored that you just want to kill a mere professor, then I won't accompany you."

She looked at Barty who was sitting next to Lucius Voldemort, and whistled, "Let's go, puppy." Angus was well protected in the Malfoy Mansion. Even if Cyrus wanted to, Voldemort would not agree. Take him away with you. Recently, little Barty has been following Cyrus on tasks.

"Buddy has other tasks to complete. Is Ms. Cyrus planning to go "shopping" in other cities?"

Cyrus didn't pay any attention to Voldemort's malicious remarks. She stood up and waved her hands, "I suddenly thought of a person and wanted to discuss the embarrassing things of your youth with him."

Voldemort's eyes lit up, and he waved to Lucius, "You go with Miss Cyrus, and be careful to protect her safety at all times, do you understand?" He knew that Cyrus was looking for his former teacher, the only one who The one who was still protected by Dumbledore at Hogwarts - Professor Slughorn.

No matter Cyrus's purpose, it would always be to his advantage to find him. Then he looked at Barty, "If you and Dolohov go to the forest where giants live, they will definitely make the giants join the Death Eaters!"

"Yes, I will definitely complete the master's mission!"

Cyrus did not wait for the meeting to end before leaving. She left directly. Lucius bowed respectfully to Voldemort before chasing him out. "Lord Cyrus, wait a minute! Wait for me!" Since the war at the Ministry of Magic, Cyrus' status among the Death Eaters has far surpassed that of Barty Jr., and is second only to Voldemort. Everyone except Voldemort has changed their tune. Call her lord.

Cyrus didn't stop until he was some distance away from Malfoy Manor, "Lucius, is the news reliable? Today is Madam Pomfrey's funeral."

"Absolutely reliable, my lord. But you were too risky in the past. Even in Hogsmeade, you would be discovered by the residents and Aurors."

"Come and catch me." Cyrus had put on a mask at this time. When Lucius put his hand on Cyrus' shoulder, he was suddenly asked: "Can you climb trees?"

On the big lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle, all the students and professors gathered together. They didn't know why Dumbledore didn't choose to hold the funeral in a hall or church, and their great sadness overshadowed these questions. Everyone was wearing pure black mourning clothes, and a cedar coffin with a cross carved on it was placed in front of everyone, and lying quietly inside was Poppy Pomfrey.

She was surrounded by white flowers, with her hands clasped together and a heart-wrenching smile on her face. The phoenix Fox kept chirping in the air, and the sad and melodious singing of the fish-man floated melodiously on the lawn through the lake water. There is a faint silhouette of a golden centaur among the trees in the Forbidden Forest.

Most of the students' faces were full of sadness and confusion. They didn't know why, but when they woke up, their strict but caring school doctor lady passed away. The faces of Harry and others were even worse. In addition to pain and sadness, there was also anger. This kind of hatred was especially obvious in Harry's eyes.

"Harry, what's wrong with you these days?" Ginny held his hand worriedly, but she couldn't open his clenched fist no matter what, and she couldn't get any response from him.

The one with the same hatred in his eyes was Snape. He stood silently behind everyone, arms folded, motionless. Despite this, his chest was still beating violently with uncontrollable emotions. The deep eyes no longer looked as lifeless as before. With the sad singing and the sighs of the people surrounding his ears, his sharp and cold eyes moved towards Dumbledore who was standing in front of everyone.

"Death is not the opposite of life, but exists as a part of life forever." Dumbledore walked to the coffin step by step with flowers in hand, his voice loud and heavy, "Poppy is our beloved professor and friend, she passed away to another one of us Life in the unseen world.”

Dumbledore's voice became a little hoarse, and he placed flowers beside Madam Pomfrey. "I feel honored to have met such an excellent and dedicated doctor. I feel sorry for your passing, but I will be loyal." So happy for your unknown adventure. I am touched by the loss and sadness that I can’t be there in person to be with you yet.”

The huge bell rang at this time, and the mermaid's song echoed through Hogwarts. Dumbledore stepped back to allow more people to say goodbye to Madam Pomfrey. He looked up to the southeast, looking very far away, but could no longer see him.

To the southeast of Britain is Germany.

Yes, my love.

A white narcissus fluttered on Dumbledore's shoulder in the wind. He looked up and lost his focus for a moment.

Narcissus flowers are all over the sky, exuding pure white, making Hogwarts in the summer like a snow-white world. The breeze blows gently, the petals are flying one after another, and a few Ye Qi can be vaguely seen among them. Everyone cried louder when looking at such a beautiful scenery. Dumbledore clenched the silver snake-shaped earrings hidden in the wizard's robe.

A narcissus fell at Snape's feet, and he stepped hard into the soil. He looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, his eyes fierce and sharp, "You still have the nerve to show up at this time!"

One kilometer deep inside the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, Cyrus, covered in leaves and dirt, stood on top of a huge and towering tree. She looked at the castle in the distance, but she couldn't see anything. Lucius sat motionless on the branch. He raised his eyes and wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut considering that he was in the canopy of a tree more than thirty meters above the ground.

But Cyrus still stared into the distance quietly, even though he couldn't see anything.

"What is life really like, and how valuable is it? I will regret and grieve over Madam Pomfrey's death. Why don't I feel this when I kill someone?"

When I realized that she was truly gone and the world was enveloped in darkness, I was falling.

Lucius shook his head, stood up and supported the tree trunk and handed Cyrus a handkerchief, "I don't know, maybe only the God of Death knows. I still remember the scene when I witnessed my mother's death. I remember touching her hand. The warmth of her hands was peeled away bit by bit by the cold corpse. Her pupils were no longer bright, as if they were covered by a layer of fog, making it impossible to see clearly. Because that was my first contact with death, and her death was cut open My skin and heart were damaged, the pain spread throughout my body, and I was shaking all over."

Seeing that Cyrus stopped talking, Lucius took out a thick stack of newspapers from the wizard's robe and handed it over, "Here is recorded all the news about Mr. Grindelwald's death from illness. Everyone has different speculations... In Mal There should be no chance of contacting Fu Manor. I think if it were you, you might be able to see some clues. Also, the Dark Lord is currently investigating the location of Slytherin Mansion, and the progress is very fast."

It's more of a comfort than a clue. Most of the newspapers provided by Lucius are speculations that Grindelwald did not die of illness. Cyrus did not take the newspaper, she still looked at the castle in the distance. A silver wand appeared in her hand, the same one she had used when she killed Madam Pomfrey, and the wand given to her by Salazar, marked with the Slytherin crest.

That's her unique wand.

"When it's all over, the bad guys will get the punishment they deserve."

A swarm of birds and beasts suddenly flew into a forest far away in the Forbidden Forest. Cyrus put away his wand and put on his mask, "Let's go, Severus is here."

"Well, where are you going? Lord Cyrus..."

"The Slughorn family, although I'm not sure where it is, let's start with Godric's Hollow."

In a small town where Muggles live, a pizza shop employee wearing work clothes got off his motorcycle. He walked into a residential building with several thick stacks of pizza and counted the numbers carefully. He counted back and forth several times, repeatedly confirmed the address on the order, and wanted to ask passers-by while scratching his head.

Just as he took steps forward, the street he was standing on suddenly lengthened, and one more house slowly opened beside him. As if the clerk didn't notice all these changes, he finally noticed this house when he returned here again.

"Strange, why didn't I see it just now..." He approached the house and looked at the house number carefully. It was indeed the address written on the order. Dingdong, "Hello, is this Mr. Horn...Grice? The Big Eater pizza set you ordered has arrived!"

"Hello! Hello? Mr. Grace, are you at home?" He knocked on the door for a long time and waited outside the door for a long time, but no one answered the door. "Tsk, just give us a call if you're not at home! My trip will be in vain!"

Suddenly, an old voice came from inside the door, dry and torn, like someone who was about to die soon, "Put it at the door and let's go." Then a 50-pound note fell out of the mail slot under the door.

The clerk looked straight. Generally speaking, British residents use coins or banknotes with a denomination of no more than 20. Large-denomination banknotes will never appear in such a small village. The price of this order was only about 20 pounds. He took the banknote and turned around and left, "Haha, this is what you said."

An hour after the clerk's voice disappeared, the door opened quietly. A somewhat bald, middle-aged man with a big belly poked out from behind the door. He swallowed hard and squatted down to pick up the pizza. "It's really troublesome to order Muggle food, but it's worth it, haha! Delicious pizza..."

When he raised his head, the face of the clerk suddenly appeared in his sight. The clerk turned upside down. He was hanging directly from the top of the house, and his whole body was swaying left and right in front of the frightened middle-aged man.

The clerk showed a very strange smile, and a cold female voice came from his mouth, "I have heard from my father that you are greedy, but I didn't expect that you can support several pizza restaurants in this town by yourself, Professor Slughorn."