Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Draco could no longer control his emotions. He watched in amazement as Cyrus grabbed the snake in his hand and kept stuffing meat into its mouth. The blood clots were bleeding green, and the stench of spoilage made him retching.

He turned to look at his father beside him. Lucius had already taken out the prepared medical kit and was about to get up.

He looked at the other Death Eaters beside him. Everyone except Snape stood up and moved away from Cyrus and Voldemort. They did not feel a little relieved until they retreated to a certain range.

A few of the Death Eaters standing at the front even cast protective spells, for themselves.

Although Draco was confused, the moment he sensed the danger, he pulled Narcissa beside him and stood in front of her. At this time, Cyrus's deathly and terrifying training results came into play. The moment he left, beautiful and dangerous spells splashed out, directly breaking the tables and chairs in front of him. Poor Professor Babuji fell straight to the ground, but the curse on her body was still tightly bound to her body, making it impossible to escape.

Then two huge and terrifying forces of magic appeared. Voldemort's gentle and smiling face became distorted, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the anger in his voice was undoubtedly revealed. "Am I too tolerant of you?"

"What? The defense was broken? I'm just concerned about your dear, how can this dry, lean meat be enough for me to rinse and feed to Buddy in the future?"

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, and an even more terrifying aura appeared on him. Just when the battle between the two was about to break out, a cold voice sounded, "Master, Nagini is not in a good condition."

Snape pointed at Nagini who was lying on the ground with a big bulge in her belly. Its mouth was opened very wide. It would be most accurate to say that it was stretched very wide. The whole snake rolled back and forth on the ground, as if it was trying to induce vomiting but the huge piece of giant meat was stuck in its throat. Hissing, he kept asking Voldemort for help. Snape stood still, as if waiting for Voldemort's order.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! And take away that annoying thing!" After Voldemort spoke, Snape immediately left with Nagini and Babuji on the ground. When he left, he looked at Voldemort again. of Cyrus.

The latter had a slight smile on her lips after noticing his gaze, which was particularly dazzling in Snape's eyes, as if she was laughing at herself for being so weak that she needed her help.

After that, Voldemort never brought Nagini to Cyrus again.

Nagini's injury interrupted the two of them. Cyrus glanced at Voldemort. She threw the bloody wand in her hand to Barty Jr. and sat back in her seat with satisfaction. Snape came back soon. He nodded to Voldemort and briefly reported Nagini's condition.

In fact, the snake was fine. It used magic power to chop up the pieces of meat in its mouth and then spit it out. But he did eat spoiled giant meat and may be weak for a while.

Voldemort sat down and took a deep breath. He was suppressing the anger in his heart. There was still something important to do today.

"Ha, Draco...how have you been at school recently?" Voldemort's voice sounded again, making Draco shiver.

"Master..." Lucius stopped him with a hand when he was about to relieve Draco. Draco stood up and saluted again.

"Master, I am doing very well. Thank you for your concern, Master."

"come over."

Draco secretly pinched his trembling legs with his side hands and walked towards Voldemort step by step. "It seems that the Malfoy family has good tutoring, ha...kneel down, and I will give you the mark of being forever loyal to me. You should feel extremely honored and honored."

He came to Voldemort and prepared to kneel down like the previous Death Eaters. Just when his knees were about to touch the ground, a force of magic lifted him up, and someone hugged him by the shoulders, "He is mine."

Cyrus pulled Draco forcefully, then raised his hand and pulled up the cuff. Two black letters appeared on Draco's white arm: SS. Draco didn't feel any discomfort, he just felt a warm magic filling his arms.

Voldemort frowned slightly, but quickly returned to his original fake smile, "I didn't expect Miss Cyrus to like someone younger than herself."

"Young and strong, but still shy and blushing. Much better than some pervert with a fake smile, isn't it." She pulled Draco back to sit down in her seat. At the same time, she kicked away the little Barty who was sitting next to her, took the seat again and patted it to signal Draco to sit down.

There was more disdain in Voldemort's smiling eyes, "Just a weak person."

Scarlet eyes glanced at Cyrus' hand on Draco's shoulder, "However, if he fails to complete the task assigned to him, he will still be punished, along with his master."

Suddenly, he waved to little Barty and said, "By the way, where is the gift you gave her? It seems to have been prepared for a long time."

Little Barty smiled knowingly and snapped his fingers. A house elf dressed in rags appeared carrying a large gift box. He shivered and knelt down in front of Voldemort. Little Barty stepped forward, took the gift box, kicked the house elf away, and came to Cyrus on the side.

"I heard that your room is as empty as a large coffin. I prepared some decorations for you." He threw the gift box on the ground in front of Cyrus.

Everyone watched all this with burning eyes. Little Barty restored the damaged long table and stood back behind Voldemort. He shrugged and looked tired, "But it's really unexpected. The legendary characters seem to be just that. It's really ridiculous to be protected by a mean house elf."

Ever since Cyrus was denied access to Slytherin House, she could no longer feel her presence there. During this period, Voldemort kept throwing various tasks at her, and she had no time to go back, and she would never go back.

Seeing that Cyrus made no move, Voldemort raised his fingers slightly and the gift box slowly floated up. The top lid was lifted by magic, and the contents of the gift box were slowly revealed. An elf ear with a very long tip appeared in everyone's sight, and then the entire head.

Draco recognized the owner of the head as Kull, the house elf of the Cyrus family. He held his mother's hand tighter and looked at Cyrus. But he saw a strange smile appear on Cyrus' face.

The entire gift box was burned by red fire, and Kull's head fell to the ground and rolled at Cyrus' feet. What fell with it was a hair tie stained with dark brown blood.

Voldemort's arrogant voice sounded, "Actually, the difficulty is very high. Many people died, but thanks to Barty, he obtained a potion that can expand the power of the curse. And the old immortal relies on the magic power stored in the house. This information of survival, haha, all thanks to this,”

"Our Potions Master."

"I've said it before, you can only belong to me." Voldemort put a hand on Cyrus's shoulder, "You have completed the giant's task very well. Do you want any reward? My dear, Miss Cyrus. .”

A black flame ignited instantly, but unexpectedly did not hit Voldemort. After the black flames swallowed up the head and hairband on the ground, it struck the opposite side, with the target being Snape.

Cyrus raised his head, his eyes became extremely red, and a tear slid down the corner of his eye, "Forget it as a reward, I think I really need to thank Professor Snape."

He was the only soft assistant in her heart who didn't want to hurt her, but at this moment, he became the sharpest knife stabbing her.

A piercing bone-cutting strike hit Snape early, followed by three more. Voldemort patted Cyrus with satisfaction, as if to comfort him, but the smile on his lips was not concealed at all.

"If I kill him, I will be very distressed. However, I haven't settled the matter of him hurting your eye yet. As long as he doesn't die, Cyrus will let you do it."

Seeing Cyrus without any hesitation, with eyes full of pure murderous intent, Voldemort smiled even brighter. Cyrus was Snape's former student and became his assistant and colleague. Although Lucius and the others couldn't find any clues based on their investigation, Cyrus always looked at Snape in a strange way. Moreover, she was too tolerant of Snape. Even if she was thinking of her as a teacher, student and colleague, how could she easily spare Snape who had murderous intentions towards her?

It is understandable that Cyrus killed the Hogwarts teacher, which made Snape angry. In the eyes of Voldemort, although Snape has always been cold by nature, he is still a coward at heart. Since joining the Death Eaters, Snape has never Dare to kill with your own hands.

However, Snape still has uses, so let’s use up his value before throwing it away. As for the young master of the Malfoy family...it's not worth his special attention at all.

He looked at Cyrus, who looked murderous and cold, with a hint of madness in his cold eyes. You who have lost everything are already my possessions, how can you look at other people again.

Little Barty lifted up Snape who was lying on the ground, tied him up and threw him out of the room. Draco, who sat down again, looked at Cyrus with complicated eyes. Is this the same Cyrus as before...

A frightening meeting ended. After everyone left, Lucius locked the door. He and Narcissa came to Cyrus, who was still sitting in the chair. Lucius looked at Draco beside her, "Thank you very much, Sir Cyrus, really, thank you."

Narcissa went up to hug Draco and kept thanking Cyrus. You must know that if Cyrus had not stepped forward to stop Voldemort, the mark of the Death Eater would have remained on Draco forever, and his soul was destined to be marked with an indelible stain. Cyrus's move also took a very big risk. They knew that Draco was still a student, and if Voldemort arranged any dangerous tasks, Cyrus would still be the one to complete it in the end.

Seeing that Cyrus was still staring blankly at the burnt spot on the ground, Lucius sighed and pulled Narcissa over to them. "Sissy, you go back first. To say thank you, we can talk to Lord Cyrus later."

He turned to Cyrus and saluted, "....Severus, he is locked in a room on the second floor. Please come with me."

"Ah."

Cyrus followed Lucius. When the two of them came to a deserted corner, Lucius took out a blood-stained hair tie from his pocket and handed it to Cyrus.

He whispered: "Although the master is here, I am still the head of the Malfoy family. You can still order the elf to replace a small item. Thank you for everything you have done for Draco. He has indeed grown a lot. Your father and I'm sorry about that house elf thing."

Cyrus took the hair tie and held it tightly in his hand, "Kul disobeyed my order... In fact, he loves to cry, but he didn't seem to cry this time. Father..."

The hair tie flashed and he put it back into the ring, "Is it really him? The one who exposed the information."

Lucius turned his head and continued to lead Cyrus, "If your Excellency wants to know, I can go and investigate. However, I don't think so. At least it was not voluntary. Severus did have the intention to kill you that night. , but taking away other people’s lives out of vengeful rage is not something he would do.”

Soon, Cyrus saw little Barty standing guard in front of a room. When little Barty saw the person coming, he glanced at Lucius with contempt, "Hey, this is not the God of Death and his henchmen. Why do you come to fix the disobedient people so quickly? Do you want me to help you?"

Barty looked at Cyrus with gloating. He stretched out his five fingers and his tongue, "Which one is it this time? Or all of them? Hahaha! How about I dig out my eyeballs and give you the matching one."

He punched little Barty hard on the chest, and the sound of cracking bones resounded randomly in his chest. Cyrus grabbed little Barty's hair and lifted him up, looking down at him. His pupils, which were as red as if they were about to overflow with blood, made Barty's breath suffocate. "You don't seem to have understood one thing. Only I can hurt him."

Snape, who had fainted, was awakened by the sound of clicking outside the door. His brain was blurred, his hands and feet were chained and unable to move, and his wand was missing. Faintly, he looked at the door that was being pushed open, "Are you awake?"

The collar was pulled up, and a pair of blood-stained red eyes soon appeared in his sight. The magic power penetrated hard into the Occlumency technique set up by Snape, violently stirring his brain without holding back at all. The powerful magic power violently surged through his mind, and the severe pain was even more torturous than the heart-breaking pain.

After Snape saw who was coming, he used Occlumency to stop Cyrus without leaving any room. Cold sweat wetted his clothes. It wasn't until Snape's magic power was exhausted that Cyrus went deep into his memory to check. Is she humiliating me? The feeling of being seen through was very humiliating, even worse than killing him. There was a stinging light in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rose and fell on his slender neck.

A fragment of memory caught Cyrus's attention, it was her own figure. She was taking Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and she was chatting with Hermione and others, she was shouting to go on night watch with Snape, she was sitting and resting at the lake... Memories filled her figure.

Really...I obviously forgot...

Until, Madam Pomfrey's figure lying on the ground appeared in the blurry picture.

Madam Pomfrey's face became younger, and the scene changed to the school doctor's office during the day. She was gently bandaging the wounds on Snape's face, but in a serious tone, she kept lecturing the student Snape. In one scene, she walked into Professor McGonagall's office holding a boy wearing glasses by his ears. The scene changed and she handed Snape a bottle of potion, "This is a nutritional potion. You are too thin. If you have any questions, come to me at any time, okay, Severus?"

"Who did this?! There are bruises on your arms and face! Did you go find Potter and the others during the vacation? Come back to the school infirmary with me!"

"Yes, you have grown up too. Aren't you going to come here to be a professor? You are very good."

"I don't know what happened, and I have no position to blame anyone. But Severus, we will all help you. If I am incapable, Principal Dumbledore will definitely help you."

"enough!"

There was a sharp pain in his forehead, and Cyrus fell backwards. Seeing Snape bumping into him again without dodge, Cyrus stretched out his hands and hugged the man.

No matter how much Snape struggled, Cyrus still hugged him tightly. There was severe pain in the shoulder. Snape, who had his hands and feet bound, bit Cyrus's shoulder hard. The smell of blood filled his nose. The girl's body trembled but she said nothing. Snape almost exerted all his strength, his bound hands were trembling, and his dark eyes filled with anger were shining with fluorescent light.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to kill you!"

"it is good."