Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"You have to change three addresses in one month. If your talents were not limited to how to gain fame and potions, you would have added a hundred protection spells to your residence. We had a hard time finding you, Professor Slughorn."

Cyrus leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his long legs, and played with the mask in his hands. Opposite her was Slughorn, who was tied into a rice dumpling with ropes. Lucius was behind him, holding his wand to the back of Slughorn's head.

"Uh... Hey, Miss Slytherin. I thought there must be a misunderstanding. What are you doing with an old man like me? Haha... it must be a misunderstanding. I even made an appointment with your father to have tea with you."

"Obviously you have been hiding from everyone, but it is only a matter of time before my father finds you." Cyrus raised one hand, and the green light on his fingertips flashed in Slughorn's wide eyes, "Haw Gwartz or the Death Eaters, who do you choose?"

"No, I didn't join them! Really! I don't know anything. It's useless for you to find me! Cyrus, I am your father's friend!" The fat body twisted back and forth, as if the rope was about to be caught by his His belly collapsed, but the green halo in his eyes became more dazzling. Cyrus' cold voice came again,

"make decisions."

"No, I really can't. I avoid everyone, and I don't want any money or fame! I just want to live a stable life alone! I don't choose either!"

The green halo slowly approached, and Slughorn seemed to hear the call of death. "Stop, stop! I...get it, I'm willing to join you, as long as you don't kill me!"

Just when he was about to compromise, the light weakened, and a slender hand suddenly pinched his face. Cyrus's face was close, his light blue eyes were filled with smiles, and a devilish whisper came,

"You can't choose between A and B, professor. If you want to choose me, you can only choose me."

"Lucius, he's left to you. Help me delay some time, I have to go somewhere." Cyrus walked out of Slughorn's residence, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After a long time, she opened her eyes, and a mansion as big as Hogwarts Castle appeared in front of her.

"Master, welcome back." Kull flashed in a butler's suit, and Cyrus silently walked into the castle. She walked very slowly, stopping to look around every step she took, trying to write down all the details here.

The heavy door slowly opened, and the figure sitting and waiting on the sofa in the hall made Cyrus' eyes red.

"You've been waiting for me."

Salazar smiled at her, the smile in his eyes lasting for a long time, and there was infinite tenderness in it. "You're tired, welcome home."

"To be honest, I really want to stay, forever. But I can't..."

"They'll find it here soon."

Grindelwald was declared dead, but Dumbledore remained at Hogwarts. If Voldemort's purpose is to capture Hogwarts, then his next step must be to try to eliminate Salazar who is guarding it. Even if Cyrus persuaded her father to return to Hogwarts, the discovered Slytherin mansion and the house elves guarding it would not be spared, and she did not think Salazar would listen to her. And if she stands up to defend Salazar and the others in her current capacity, all she has done before will be in vain.

Grindelwald, Slytherin, Dumbledore. What Voldemort wants to do is to wipe out everyone around Cyrus until she loses everything.

Cyrus clenched his fists, seeming to be very determined. Salazar's voice sounded again, "It's easier to give up everything than we think. The difficulty is in the beginning."

Sara looked at Cyrus's back, frowned, and her tone was no longer gentle, "Now that you have made a choice, you and that kid are already on opposite sides. What have I been teaching you?"

"Yes, Father. Slytherins are never timid."

Cyrus no longer looked at Salazar, she turned to look at Kull, "Strip everyone's qualifications to enter Slytherin House, including me."

Kuhl's face was filled with tears at this time. He looked at Salazar for help, but the latter said nothing. Immediately afterwards, the weak body was surrounded by the whole body, and Cyrus issued another order, "Expel all house elves, including you, Kull, swear to me. You will complete the order I gave, and you will never follow others. Speaking of what happened today, you will always protect Salazar."

With a bang, Kull knelt on the ground, tears dripping down. The little figure kept trembling, but his voice remained firm, "Master! I don't want to leave, I want to protect this place... This is our home." This was the first time that Kull resisted an order.

House elves appeared one after another and gathered around Cyrus, either praying or crying. Cyrus threw down a pair of gloves and spoke in a stiff and serious tone, "I now order everyone as the head of the Slytherin family to leave here forever! You have been expelled by Slytherin and are no longer house elves here. Leave now!"

A childish shout came from far and near upstairs, "Sister! You're back!" Then a white snow sculpture rushed into Cyrus's arms. Cyrus fondly touched Witte's soft long hair and put him on the ground, "You have grown taller, Witte."

"Sister, I listened carefully to Salazar's words! Please don't leave again. My illness has healed and I won't hold you back." Witte grabbed Cyrus's hand and refused to let go. He told her about all the knowledge he had learned, and his little face turned red with excitement. Cyrus looked at Salazar, who gave him an affirmative look in return. She knelt down, opened her arms and hugged the little white dumpling.

Witt also hugged Cyrus tightly. He looked at Cyrus's face carefully, his light gray eyes gradually filled with tears, "Sister, what's wrong with your eyes? You're hurt...Sister, why don't you speak? ....Don’t leave me behind again, okay.”

Witte, who gradually had a premonition that something was wrong, began to struggle, but Cyrus's hand was firmly on the back of his head, and the magic halo gradually surrounded Witte.

"Your name is Witte Figg, and you have lived with Mrs. Figg since you were a child. Your parents abandoned you, and it was Mrs. Figg who took you back from the orphanage to take care of you. You love her very much, and she loves you very much. You Have an ordinary and happy childhood. You will grow up healthily, find the person you love most in life, start your own family, and fulfill your greatest wish. You will become the happiest person in the world."

The light gray pupils gradually lost their brightness, and the two small hands holding Cyrus weakly hit her back, "No... no, my name is Witte, and it's just Witte. I'm your brother... you save I...sister..." Witt gradually fell asleep, but his hands were still holding Cyrus.

Cyrus's face was obscured by her long black flowing hair. She picked up the sleeping little boy in her arms and walked towards the door step by step, stopping when she was about to cross the threshold. "Even if the Slytherin mansion is destroyed, Hogwarts will still have magic power for you. Can you return to Hogwarts? Please."

"This is your home, of course I have to protect it."

"Is it true... that there is no way to bring the dead back to life?"

"I think you already know the answer, Cyrus."

When he was about to leave the Slytherin mansion, Salazar said again, "Have you really made your choice?"

He paused in his departure, bit his lips, and clenched his hands tightly into fists, "I often think about this issue, but often don't think about it. It has nothing to do with being prepared. From that night on, my choice has always been Him. So what if he can't bear it, no matter if he regrets it, I want him to live again, live a wonderful life, truly live."

"Really..." The location of Slytherin Mansion in Cyrus's mind became blurry and gradually disappeared. Her figure was also expelled at the same time.

A month later, in a small square on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, a little boy with long white hair sat alone on a swing and wiped away tears. There was severe pain all the time in the heart, and the tears couldn't stop flowing. A colorful lollipop fell on his lap, and a girl wearing a sunhat squatted in front of him, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the little boy's tear-stained cheeks.

"Kid, why are you here alone? Are you lost?"

The girl has freckles on her face and is dressed like a girl next door. She looks very close to her. Is she someone who lives nearby? Witt distanced himself from her, with a childlike and innocent smile on his face, "I'm not lost, thank you." But he didn't take the lollipop, and he kept looking at the girl in front of him with his eyes narrowed and a fake smile.

She opened the lollipop and stuffed it into Wit's hand, "Yes, my name is Kelly. Nice to meet you, kid. Can I know your name?"

Witt frowned, took a deep look at the girl in front of him, and then looked at the lollipop in his hand. She couldn't feel her malice at all, "Feige, Wit. Feige." The girl patted his head gently, "Mrs. Feige's family, she is a very good lady, I have suffered a lot from her. There’s help.”

"Has anyone ever said that you are really annoying when you look so familiar?" The moment the girl's fingers touched Witte, Witte's tears welled up again. He didn't understand the reason, but he just didn't want to be embarrassed in front of strangers. He turned around and ran away in the direction of home, still holding the lollipop tightly in his hand.

A girl's voice came from behind, "Goodbye Wit, Wit. Slytherin."

"But my last name is Feige." He turned around and looked, but the girl was no longer in the small square.

"What's going on?! First you don't reply to any of my letters, and then you don't let me in when I finally get home! Where is my mother? What are you hiding from me?" This was the first time Draco faced his father head-on. Expressing his dissatisfaction, he was blocked by his father when he was about to return home for the holidays.

Lucius looked very sad. He looked up at the attic, grabbed Draco's shoulders and walked into the darkness. "No, what's going on, dad?" Lucius's horrified expression made Draco soften his attitude, and his shoulders were painfully pressed by Lucius.

"Draco, listen carefully, you must, must be obedient. Don't be rude in any way! Don't talk too much, do you understand!" Lucius spoke very quickly, and he repeated it over and over again. Pat Draco's cheek hard.

Seeing Lucius' serious face, Draco took a deep breath. Everyone has seen the news from the Ministry of Magic, and coupled with Cyrus' previous training of him at Hogwarts, the facts are already very clear. only...

He looked Lucius in the eyes this time, "Father, you have always been a Death Eater, right?" Without giving Lucius a chance to respond, Draco said again, "We, the Malfoy family, have no way out. ,Right?"

Without the childish questioning, Draco still agreed to Lucius's words, although he was struggling in his heart. "I understand, father." In Lucius's eyes, the arrogant and childish young master had abandoned his childishness. Although fear appeared on his face, his eyes were extremely determined. "She is here, too. I can't let her underestimate me this time."

"Why, there is a show of affection between father and son outside the gate. Come up quickly, the master is waiting for you!" Little Barty kicked the iron door impatiently. He spent a lot of effort to find out where the giants lived. Specific location, unexpectedly, Cyrus completed the task of bringing back Slughorn before he set off. Not only was Cyrus' status above him now, but Lucius, who could only flatter himself, was more popular with his master than him.

Lucius slapped Draco hard on the back, and he raised his head high again, regaining his arrogant expression, and looked at little Barty with contempt in his eyes, "I am educating my son, so as not to be like some people who let the master disappointment."

"Malfoy, you're tired of living, aren't you?"

"There's no need for the loser to bark here. Crouch, I don't think you want to see the master waiting for us to no avail." Lucius slapped little Barty back fiercely, taking Draco with him Went upstairs.

Little Barty, who stayed downstairs, stared at the backs of the two of them, with fierce eyes that seemed to burst into flames, "One or two people are arrogant here relying on the temporary favor of the master, and I will kill you sooner or later!"

The heavy door of the conference room was pushed open, and what Draco saw was the men in black robes surrounding the long table in darkness. Just walking into this room made Draco feel suffocated, especially when he saw Voldemort in the main seat. Although his appearance had long since recovered and was no longer scary, the aura radiating from the inside out still made Draco dare not look up.

A pair of hands pressed on Draco's shoulders and pushed him forward. Lucius whispered, "Bow." Then his voice became louder, "Dear master, this is my son. Draco. division."

"Hello...Master."

The two bowed for a long time, but there was no response from Voldemort for a long time. After a very perfunctory response, Lucius pulled Draco to sit next to his wife. Little Barty also entered the room, and behind him was Snape.

Draco looked at Snape in disbelief, only to receive a fierce glare from him. He silently bowed to Voldemort and sat next to Lucius. Draco lowered his head and glanced at everyone around him. The long table was full of people. His father sat in the seat closest to Voldemort's left, while Barty Jr. sat in the second seat to Voldemort's right, except that the first seat on the right was empty.

Everyone looked down at the table in silence, waiting for Voldemort to speak. But Voldemort was playing with the wand in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

Boom, boom, boom, the sound of footsteps came. The man walked very leisurely, not at all anxious about being late for the meeting. As the door was opened again, a strong smell of blood entered Draco's nose. Voldemort looked at the visitor with a smile in his eyes, and the seat next to him automatically opened, "Is it solved?"

The dark-brown mask was taken off, and a cold voice came out, "He's just a stupid giant who only advocates absolute violence." Cyrus sat down without saying a word, as if he didn't see the people staring at him at all. .

"Not only are you late for the meeting, but at least you should clean yourself after completing the task before coming back!" Little Barty clenched his fists as his task was taken away by Cyrus.

"Okay, little pup, please put the bath water for me." Cyrus threw a mocking word at the standing little Barty, and casually called out a glass of fire whiskey.

"It seems that Miss Cyrus's favorable impression of Barty has improved." Voldemort pursed his lips and revealed a smile, and cast a cleaning spell on Cyrus as soon as he stretched out his hand. "However, I really don't like the smell of a lot of blood."

Then he looked at everyone, "Then let's get started, Nagini."

A large yellow-green snake crawled out from behind the door. A woman with stiff limbs was tied to the huge snake.

"Don't look." Lucius stretched out his hand and pinched Draco, but this didn't stop Draco from seeing that familiar face from the corner of his eye - Professor Babuji!

Nagini dragged the woman to Voldemort's side, and the woman floated out of thin air and was moved to the long table. Nagini climbed onto Voldemort's body and wrapped around him affectionately, "Thank you, my dear."

A gaze filled with murderous intent was fixed on the snake on Voldemort's body. Even the air around him was trembling. "Okay, Cyrus. Everyone should get along well." Voldemort touched Nagini's head. , he is not afraid of Cyrus now. They are both Horcruxes. If Cyrus kills Nagini, not only Angus, they will all die. Nourished by the soul restoration potion, his strength has gradually recovered, and he is expected to return to his peak.

"Professor Babuji, right? I seem to have seen a lot of familiar people." Voldemort first looked at Cyrus, then glanced at the pale Draco in the crimson color full of murderous intent, and then turned to look at him. Snape was silent. "Severus, don't you say hello when you see your colleagues?"

Snape, who had been avoiding his eyes, looked at Babuji's scarred face. Her pupils were blank, her hair was messy, and she had suffered a lot of torture before coming here. The chapped lips were slightly open, "Severus...save...me."

The hands under the wizard's robe were clenched tightly, and Occlumency was running crazily in his mind. When Snape looked at Voldemort again, his eyes were already cold, "She is of no use, Master."

"Really, then kill him." Deep red eyes stared at Snape, and huge pressure enveloped him. Just when Snape was about to pull out the wand, a hoarse snake sound came, and Nagini said leisurely Said in Voldemort's ear, "Hungry...hungry..."

Voldemort's teasing eyes glanced at Draco's extremely pale face and gloomy Snape. He seemed to have enjoyed their embarrassment enough and said slowly, "Go and have a good meal, my dear."

But Voldemort's eyes were still on Snape, "Severus, even your potion can't cure Cyrus? Is it because you can't or you don't want to?"

A pair of hands suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes. Before anyone could react, lumps of blood-stained and disgusting lumpy objects were stuffed directly into Nagini's mouth.

"Hungry? Tell me earlier, come on, come on, there are a lot of them here." Cyrus grabbed Nagini's throat with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out huge giant body parts and blood clots from the ring and stuffed them into its mouth arrogantly. When she didn't go in, she grabbed Little Barty's wand next to her and pushed the blood clot into Nagini's torn mouth.

The thumping sound and Nagini's hiss for help came out. Cyrus grinned, "What? You haven't eaten enough. This is not okay. Your useless master wants you to eat enough." A meal. It’s okay. I’ll take care of it. I’m full!”