Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus walked out of the room and saw Lucius waiting for him, "Sir, I have asked the elf at home about Severus' disclosure of information."

"I do not want to know."

Lucius nodded and said with a confused look on his face: "Master... wants you to go to his room at night."

Cyrus frowned, "It wasn't that long since the last time I healed his soul. Why, he's weak."

"Well... I think it's not a matter of the soul." Lucius thought for a while, "But no one has been allowed to enter his room by the master. Maybe he trusts you more. If you sacrifice your life in exchange for The way he trusts and consolidates his position among the Death Eaters is indeed good. But everything is your wish. This kind of thing happens too often in pure-blood marriages."

Cyrus' face looked as if he had eaten something, extremely ugly, "Sacrifice yourself? I haven't humbled myself to that level yet, how could I like a petty braised egg?"

Suddenly, Lucius remembered Cyrus' behavior towards Draco during the meeting. He looked at the closed door again, "Well, Lord Cyrus. If you can take a fancy to the unlucky dog, Sissy and I will sincerely send our blessings to you and Xiaolong."

Cyrus looked at Lucius with a serious face, gentle ripples in his eyes, his thin lips slightly raised, with a vague smile, "That's not okay."

"The person I like is extremely awkward, not upright and cute to the extreme, very reliable and unsmiling, and his words are so poisonous that people want to tear him apart. He is not liked by others. He is born with excellent talents and has pursuit and desire. And we will work tirelessly for it. We will be confused and in pain but we will still move forward. Even if we are born in a quagmire, we will continue to pursue our own sun. When we walk in the wind, our face is so scary that students call him a big bat, but we will still be intentional when we get along with each other. Slow down the pace, have a rigid and egoistic attitude, but still listen to every word you say and then sarcastically say it back. He always points his nostrils at you and keeps sarcastic, but in order to hear your words clearly, he will always lower his head inadvertently. He hates all those who are unsure. But he will still stand in front of you in dangerous moments, he will not tell you his feelings but will always guard you quietly not far away, he will not make promises easily but will never break them, a mature man who will always be attached to only one person. .”

"He is not just a lifesaver, not just an excuse for me to survive, not just a professor I respect. Not just a like, he is the person I love."

"Draco is a member of Hogwarts protected by Dumbledore and Salazar. He is my outstanding student and the child I promise to protect. That's all."

Lucius smiled helplessly and silently looked at a dark corner behind him, "Really? That's really a pity for the Malfoy family."

After Cyrus left, Draco walked out of the shadows, "I knew about this from the beginning." He held his arm tightly, and the two letters representing Cyrus's name disappeared after the meeting. .

At night, Cyrus was leaning against Angus, and a book fell beside him. Holding the hair tie in her hand, she was in a daze, repeating one sentence in her mouth: Slytherin is never timid.

After calming down, the more Cyrus thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Even if Salazar lost most of his magic power, he still needed to rely on magic power to exist. But how could he be killed under the attack of Little Barty and his group? But the head was indeed Kuhl's, and the hairband was given to him by himself. Dumbledore? But no one is eligible to enter Slytherin House anymore, and Dumbledore should now be haunted by the Ministry of Magic. Is Gellert really dead? Vader has no intention of contacting me. What did they do behind my back?

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss Cyrus."

The owner who recognized the voice quickly retracted her hair tie. She stood up and opened the door suddenly, "Mr. Riddle really goes out of his way to make me feel murderous every day. Why did you find me in my room? Didn't I heal your soul last time?" It’s just like the rumors, are you lying?”

Voldemort, who was smiling in front of the door, walked into the room despite Cyrus's ridicule, "Huh? This is the first time I heard you call my father's miserable surname. It seems that the young master of the Malfoy family cannot satisfy you. He left so early? But? This room is really empty.”

A jet of water hit his head, "If you are sick, go to Slughorn."

Voldemort dodged the attack by turning his head slightly. He looked at Angus, who was baring his teeth at him, "It turns out there's another one in the way." After saying that, he dodged again, accurately anticipating Cyrus' next attack.

"Angus, go play with Draco." Cyrus urged Angus to leave. The latter whined a few times before walking to the door and squatting down, still looking warily at Voldemort, who was smiling at his master.

He walked towards Cyrus step by step, his black curly hair eyes seeming to devour Cyrus in front of him, "Do you really like Malfoy?"

Cyrus crossed his arms across his chest, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If the comparison object is you, I am very fond of Malfoy."

Voldemort squeezed his hands hanging by his side and narrowed his eyes slightly, "That's really gratifying. I'm still thinking about what reward I can give him if he completes the first task I assigned him."

His eyes were very bright, and there was a smile of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth. A slender and tall figure loomed in front of Cyrus, and a warm voice came out from his chest. His tone was slow, but it carried a powerful aura and was suppressive. "But how can a mere Malfoy deserve to have you?"

Cyrus was not afraid at all, and she smiled, her eyes curved like two crescent moons, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. But that smile made people feel an inexplicable fear, as if there was some evil power hidden inside.

"Then should I feel honored that even the man with sliced ​​braised eggs would be...jealous because of me?"

"Jealous? It's an interesting metaphor. You were created by black magic, and I am the product of the love potion. With your innate talents and unique strength, it is difficult for me not to be interested in you. Don't you want to control the whole world? I'm with you forever."

The eyes that are always bloodthirsty and cold are tender and tender at this moment, just like the spring breeze blowing thousands of miles away. If they had never seen his true appearance, most people would fall for his clean, handsome face and sincere words of love.

Instead, Cyrus burst out laughing, "Did Barty give you a love potion? It seems I need to go to Slughorn for some antiemetics."

Voldemort was unusually not angry. If it had been in the past, the two would have started fighting.

"I heard that Miss Cyrus subdued the werewolves, which is a lot of objective fighting power." Voldemort changed the subject and started talking about serious matters.

"They're just for me."

"As long as they appear at the necessary moment, I think they will wagging their tails and rush to their masters impatiently."

Cyrus frowned, "Of course you look down on them from above. In your eyes, they are just valuable animals."

"I just want to share the pressure for Miss Cyrus. After all, you can't resist all attacks by yourself. When you were at the Ministry of Magic, you were already at the end of your strength by the time Dumbledore showed up."

Cyrus pointed to the door, "If your purpose is just to ruin my mood, then I won't accompany you."

He shrugged, looked around, shook his head as if in disgust, conjured up an armchair and sat down. "It seems that Miss Cyrus is not in the mood to talk about business." His slender legs were crossed, and a bottle of exquisite Firewhiskey appeared in his hand. As the strong smell of alcohol spread, Cyrus moved forward imperceptibly.

"Barty spent a lot of effort to find good whiskey. If I move the dagger a little further, I might accidentally break it." As he said that, Voldemort shook the bottle and shook it. A chair also appeared nearby. "Have a drink with me."

The dagger hidden in Cyrus's hand disappeared. She walked to her bed and sat down. The wine glass in Voldemort's other hand floated into her hand. She looked through the books by herself. The two were silent for a long time. Just when the wine glass in Cyrus's hand was empty, a gentle voice sounded again, "What is that book about?"

"The story of Death and three idiot wizards."

"The God of Death and the Three Hallows... When did you start believing in the existence of the God of Death?"

Cyrus' hand while flipping through the book paused, and she shook the empty wine glass. After a glass filled with whiskey floated in front of her again, she said, "Never believe it."

Voldemort's interested drawl came from the front, "Well, what about Merlin?"

"Gods are just fabrications for people's hopes and tools to control their spirits."

"Spoken like a Ravenclaw."

"Really, like the Ravenclaw you once seduced?"

"Haha, it seems that you pay attention to me. After all, when I was weak, the call I heard most was your voice."

Cyrus closed the book and raised his eyes to meet Voldemort's smile. That smile was not as fake as usual and contained murderous intent. The smile is very shallow, but surprisingly real. "Oh? Really. But not much in recent years, braised eggs."

Seeing that slight smile cool down again, the smile on Cyrus's face became brighter. Voldemort was silent for a long time. He looked at her strangely for a long time and smiled lowly. "I'm a little curious about the scene when you and Dumbledore first met."

"Didn't those losers investigate clearly? It's really useless. The first meeting didn't seem pleasant to Dumbledore."

"Haha, you can imagine it. A saint who wants to control everyone's destiny."

Cyrus was stunned for a moment, then spoke after a while of silence, "Conquer the whole world. Is this what you want? But you have not invaded or attacked countries other than the United Kingdom. Do you lack the ability or do you have other plans?"

"Who knows, isn't it more practical to solve the immediate goal first? Have you never thought about it or seen this world?"

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, remembering that Voldemort was cold-blooded and cruel, and he had some knowledge of his past before. But Cyrus found that he didn't seem to have seriously thought about his true inner desires.

"Conquering the world is not about creating a brand new world. If you don't try to change it, you naturally don't care. Conquer, unlimited power, suppression, control. Of course I know how ugly this world is, and there is no such thing as the legendary one. The gods will fight for your wish to be born. The moment you come into contact with this world, it will be contaminated by filth. Countless violations, violence, betrayal, lies, everything you don't want to get will appear one by one."

Cyrus snorted softly, and the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, "You have no ability to change, and people stronger than you cannot resist, so you are walking towards the abyss step by step. So you will be more eager, and even want to become stronger at all costs. But you I found that no matter how much I did, those things I didn't want to face would eventually happen. One day, an idea came to me. What if I was strong enough to conquer everyone or even the whole world. I could even control my life, and those tragedies would definitely not happen. Appear again. Everyone and everything will show their absolute surrender to you."

Voldemort's laughter came, "Yes, that's why I say you are the one who should stand by my side most. But it is true that sometimes in this world..."

"It's boring."

"It's boring."

They both spoke at the same time, and Voldemort turned to stare at her for a long time. He stood up and walked towards the girl sitting by the bed. When he was about to enter her attack range, Voldemort knelt down and looked at Cyrus equally. Letting the dagger that appeared in Cyrus' hand point to his chest, he moved his hands forward to grasp her wrist tightly, his eyes shining with a kind of morbid madness that Cyrus had never seen before.

"It would be great if I could cut off your arms and legs. You would be right next to me and you wouldn't be able to go anywhere."

"hehe."

The dagger on Voldemort's chest disappeared, and a huge force knocked Voldemort down. Two bloody red pupils collided with each other, with a sarcastic smile on the corners of their mouths, "Only weak people will try their best to avoid death and tragedy. A poor man with no sense of security in his heart wants to dominate me. You simply... Not worthy!"

The two will only be late for the battle, not absent. The next day, Lucius and all the Death Eaters and house elves hurriedly repaired the mostly destroyed manor. Draco stood next to Angus and looked at an undisturbed tent, "Has she... always been like this? With the mysterious man..."

"Wang."

Ps: Angus is right hahahahaha.

Next chapter, I’m going to visit a joke shop. I was a little stuck the past few days. After stopping for a few days, my writing became much smoother. It’s better to keep updating twice a week, and the plot will be updated more coherently at the climax. I'm writing, I'm writing about my family.