Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

After parting with Draco, Cyrus returned to the office. Confused, she drank a bottle of soul potion and sat by the window. His eyes were wandering, as if looking into the distance.

Voldemort is following his own hints to attack other countries. The disappearance of Salazar and Gellert is too strange. There is no problem with the magic of blocking Mr.'s memory, which means they are not dead. In order for the Death Eaters to have the power to compete with them, having multiple countries join the fight is the most effective way. The Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand must also be his next target. As for the werewolves...I feel sorry for Remus, but their power is necessary.

Where did Voldemort hide the snake? He hadn't seen it since the meeting. Lucius also ordered the house elves to find it. Could it be that it wasn't in Malfoy Manor? If the information about the Horcrux is revealed to Harry and the others, can they really find the snake before the decisive battle, or should they hand it over to the Order of the Phoenix...Whether Barty Jr. needs to be awakened in advance, his threat will gradually diminish. But maybe he was the only one who knew where Nagini was and what was going on in Slytherin House.

And sir... with the hatred of killing me, his strength has indeed become much stronger, and with the combination of magic potions, it shouldn't be a problem. Then there is the final preparation left, telling Harry the number of remaining Horcruxes. Dumbledore should have already let him see Slughorn's past memories, as long as he took the initiative to find him.

There was a knock on the glass, and he looked up and saw Harry floating in front of the window on a broomstick to say hello. This kid came as he said... Although he was helpless, Cyrus' body responded quickly. As if shocked by Harry's sudden appearance, Slughorn fell backwards and fell directly to the ground.

"Professor Slughorn, I'm sorry... I just saw you dazed by the window and wanted to say hello." Harry quickly jumped into the room and helped Slughorn up. He scratched his head anxiously, " I'll take you to the school doctor's office."

Slughorn underneath him waved his hands quickly, "It's okay, I just fell. If I go over again, Miss Foley will detain me for half a month... Are you practicing Quidditch? Why don't you go to Quidditch?" court."

"Ahaha, we just practice casually on the playground. The Quidditch pitch is occupied by teams from other houses." Harry gave Slughorn a thumbs up, "I'm very skilled, so I practice on the playground. You won’t hit anyone.”

"Professor, let's go to Hodmode for a drink at the weekend. I heard Hagrid said that the Three Broomsticks have a new drink, so I can only drink butterbeer. By the way, Professor, I'll prepare the knowledge for the next Potions class in advance. I’ve previewed it, and I’ll have no problem making a potion that satisfies you.”

Harry was talking happily from the side. Slughorn couldn't help but chuckle inwardly when he saw how excited he was. This kid had indeed drank the Elixir of Fortune. In the past, at this time, he should have gone for a walk in the garden according to Slughorn's own habit, not only flying blatantly around the playground without being caught by anyone. By such a coincidence, I saw myself thinking about the problem.

Thinking about it this way, Cyrus was very curious about how miraculous the effects of the Felixir were.

Slughorn dusted himself off after being helped up by Harry. He sat back at his desk and took out his paper to review, seemingly ignoring Harry's presence. Harry, who had a silly smile on his face, not only did not take the initiative to talk, but also moved a chair to sit opposite him and looked at him intently.

I don't know how much time passed, but Slughorn was so scared that Harry looked at him. "Harry, don't you have to go to Quidditch practice anymore?"

"I don't want to go, I really want to stay here now!"

Rubbing his swollen temples, he pointed at a potion cabinet casually, "If you have nothing to do, come and wipe the potion cabinet for me. As a punishment for flying around the playground privately, by the way, Gryffindor buckles Five points.”

Harry, who had been deducted points, still wiped the potion cabinet with a smile on his face. Even the magic was not used, and he wiped it bit by bit himself.

Time passed little by little, and all the papers on Slughorn's desk were reviewed. He leaned up and looked behind him, and couldn't help but be startled. Harry had packed up all the potions cabinets and was sitting on a wooden stool, flipping through the potions book.

"Professor Slughorn, I have a question about potions."

"Ok?"

"The Shadowless Blade of God...what kind of curse is it?"

He looked at the book in Harry's hand, it was the one belonging to Mr. I didn't expect that he would find it when I was packing the medicine cabinet. I originally wanted to prevent him from learning this curse. The book in Harry's hand floated up and returned to Slughorn's hand. "I guess it's not a potion issue."

Harry blinked and pointed at the book in Slughorn's hand, "But it's written in the potions book."

Slughorn was speechless for a moment, "The Shadowless Blade is an attack spell used to deal with enemies..."

"Really...then why would the professor say such a thing with a smile?"

"The person who created it was a very gentle man."

Thinking of the name written on the cover of the Potions book, Harry seemed to have thought of something, "So, Professor, do you know the owner of this book?"

Slughorn's deep eyes concealed imperceptible emotion, joy and sincerity, but everything seemed indescribable.

"Yes, he is my half-blood prince."

A voice suddenly sounded in Harry's heart, and he did not question the identity of the half-blood prince or think about his relationship with Slughorn. He walked forward, put away his laughter, and his tone was sincere and serious.

"Professor, since you have people you care about, you should understand. If we don't stop them, the people we love will be hurt one by one. You may not know that my life was bought by my mother. Her love for me is greater than Overcome everything. It is this kind of love that defeated Voldemort's death curse. Are you afraid, right? Afraid of losing him, afraid of hurting him. But why should we keep running away? Everything we do is to protect the lover in our hearts.

Just like you said to me that night, Death Eaters don't understand love, they don't have love, so they will lose. Do you really have the heart to let everything we have paid go in vain? Are the innocent lives at the hands of Death Eaters really so worthless? "

"Not worth it?" Slughorn snorted coldly, "I know Dumbledore asked you to come to me to find out about Voldemort's Horcruxes, but I really can't agree with you. If there is a way to completely eliminate Voldemort , will you do it?”

Harry also became obviously excited, "Of course, as long as we can eliminate him!"

"Of course it is unacceptable for you to sacrifice multiple lives. What if it is the life of one person, or two people?"

Before Harry could speak, he was interrupted again by Slughorn, "Miss Ginny Weasley and Sirius Black are Voldemort's last two Horcruxes. If you kill them, you can save everyone. If I said so."

"Kill them...how is it possible, your metaphor..."

With a smile on his lips, Slughorn chuckled, "The lives of two people can save the entire magical world. Are their lives not worth it, or are the lives of all wizards not worth it?"

"There is no comparison at all. Besides, how could they be Voldemort's Horcruxes!!!"

"Do you really think that the victory of a war does not require anyone's sacrifice? Haven't you witnessed it with your own eyes? Why would you say such unrealistic and childish words? If you answer it, I will give you the story about the soul. The memory of the device.”

Slughorn's fingers kept tapping on the table, and the continuous tapping sound was like a reminder. The demagogic words provoked Harry's bottom line again and again, "Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Ron, the twins, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, and the Hogwarts classmates and teachers who grew up with you, they all will Rescued. It only requires the lives of two people. Isn't such a deal worth it? Do you really have the heart to give up the entire magical world because of your own selfish desires? Are the lives deprived of life by the war really so worthless? "

"They are all living beings... How can I deprive them of their desire to live because of my own thoughts?" Harry clenched his fists, feeling tormented in his heart, "Shouldn't I talk to Dumbledore? Just like Principal Lido, strong strength is used to protect rather than plunder."

A slight sigh came out, Slughorn took the wand and pointed it at his temple, and a wisp of silver was shaken into the glass bottle in his hand. "Take it, and give Principal Dumbledore a message for me: I made some tooth-healthy potions and asked him to come and get them from me when he has time."

After Harry left, Slughorn leaned back in his chair, looking particularly tired. Stroking the old potion book, his eyes fixed on the elegant and coherent handwriting.

So, this is the biggest difference between us.

For three whole days, no one knocked on the potion office door. Until the fourth night, a beam of fire appeared in front of Cyrus.

"Is this really okay? You didn't even use Transfiguration and appeared in front of me so blatantly." Dumbledore was wearing pajamas and walked over to sit opposite Cyrus.

"Anyway, you knew it from the beginning, which made me observe Professor Slughorn for so long all night long. It's true." Cyrus shook his head helplessly and vented his dissatisfaction to Dumbledore.

"Haha, but it's not useless. At least Severus hasn't noticed it yet, right?"

"You are saying that you were the one who saved us, you were the one who prevented Severus from discovering me, and you were the one who applied the transformation spell on me when I was injured. So I don't have to blame my savior like this... Naughty principal."

"Haha, I didn't say anything."

Cyrus waved his hand, unwilling to continue arguing with Old Man Deng, "Gellert, where are Salazar and the others?"

"Ah, what a vexing question...where did they go?"

"You want to stop me?"

"We haven't seen you for a few days. Cyrus, I really can't understand your words anymore. Am I too old?"

Cyrus pressed his temples hard. He was really tired talking to the old man Riddle, "So, you came to me to make sure that Slughorn's memory is accurate?"

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, took out a piece of candy and handed it to Cyrus, "I hope I can trust you unconditionally, always. But why make up false memories. According to the number of Horcruxes you destroyed before , the seven Horcruxes he originally had, plus Angus, should be eight. Why are there still seven in the memory? It's because you don't want Harry to know that you just stripped the soul from his body and put it in your body. A benefactor?”

"Benefactor? I don't count. It's indeed seven. During the time I was at Malfoy Manor, that braised egg didn't have the time or energy to create new Horcruxes."

Dumbledore's expression became serious and he said cautiously: "Has your soul been stripped away?"

"How is it possible? I still expect this to control Voldemort. You can tell Harry the truth. Angus cannot be accurately said to be his Horcrux. They... have a symbiotic relationship!"

"Then if you want to kill Voldemort..." Dumbledore obviously didn't guess the news, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Cyrus. "Really, that's it...Cyrus, if you still have a chance to regret it, I will definitely find a way to save him."

"There is no chance, and I have no retreat. This is what I planned...I will definitely complete it. If I go back on my word now, Gellert, Salazar, Madam Pomfrey, Witte...and Sir, what should we do with all the sacrifices." Cyrus's voice became smaller and smaller, and his hands couldn't stop shaking, "What should we do with ten thousand and fifty lives...?"

A pair of big hands hugged her, and Dumbledore gently stroked Cyrus' head, "Ah, thank you for your hard work, child. That's not cowardice. Don't forget, you still have the blood of Gryffindor in your body. Yes. I didn't protect you well, it must have been painful all this time, I'm sorry."

"Stop acting. I said before that I don't need your apology and trust. You know how to atone. I will try to figure out the location of the snake. If I can't get away at that time, I will leave it to Sirius and the others. If he can't find it, he will definitely take the snake to the battlefield. I will do the rest." Cyrus pushed Dumbledore away and took out a roll of parchment.

"Imagine the formula for the suspended animation potion. I'm not that good at potions yet. It's all written in Slughorn's handwriting. Give these to sir. He may be able to develop them. I think you can avoid them all." People's eyes and ears disappear for a while. This must be what Gellert wants..."

Dumbledore did not take the parchment, but looked at Cyrus's clenched hands, "I think if it could be done, people would no longer be afraid of the Death Curse. So it was because of Gale that you changed your plan. Initially plan of."

Cyrus looked away, his scarlet eyes flashing. "A first-year wizard with no background. Even Shafiq and his gang can't cleanly eliminate future troubles, let alone the white wizard who is revered by everyone. Behind him is a more terrifying first generation The Dark Lord, even after inheriting Slytherin, he will not be able to fight against you two..."

Dumbledore nodded, seeming much calmer, "I heard that the Shafik and Travers families all disappeared soon after they fled overseas. Even the local Aurors did not check this. The British Ministry of Magic has no reason. Then there is a useless investigation on them who left the UK voluntarily, and the little girl who originally had nothing has become the heir of a pure-blooded one. Fudge will not take the initiative to cause trouble. After I announce your identity as the heir, too many 's involvement will only intensify the conflict with the Ministry of Magic.

Leaving them to lose everything and live on the streets. After experiencing all the pain, you gave them the death penalty... You waited for three years. "

Cyrus said nothing, just looked at Dumbledore quietly, but his eyes became more and more blood red.

Dumbledore continued: "Your existence is a major threat to our plan, but you know your identity so that I can't attack you. So you use the trick to help us stop Voldemort step by step, and gradually become, save The heroes of Hogwarts and my family. So the limit you said I never dare to cross is to attack my own family?

I have spent my life trying to protect everyone, trying to avoid war, doing whatever it takes for the greater good. Your appearance broke the balance. On the surface, Slytherin was protecting Hogwarts and Dumbledore, but in fact it angered Fudge even more, and the situation between the two parties became increasingly tense. While weakening Voldemort to give him time to grow and weaken my suspicions, he resurrected him and gave him the greatest help for reasons I couldn't refuse. My strength gradually declines with age, while you are frantically accumulating strength. "

Dumbledore sighed slightly, with sadness in his eyes, "So when you go to Nurmengard, you are confirming Grindelwald's position. From then on, the thread of revenge was laid. But this parchment, It’s something I didn’t expect.”

Cyrus looked dimly, nodded, and then shook his head, "Shafiq's gang, the reason why I waited for three years is because even if I kill them at Hogwarts, I can't completely solve their problem. Parents and the family behind them. And I was either killed by you or sent to Azkaban. Not all the people who murdered Angus were dead, how could I die. Rather than venting my current anger like a madman, lurking Getting up and torturing them slowly is the best option.

As for you....

Dumbledore is the only being who can compete with Voldemort, command the Order of the Phoenix, contend with the Ministry of Magic, and protect Hogwarts. These can only be carried out on the premise that you are still alive, until now. Your existence is no longer necessary, and all concerns that could prevent me from killing you have been eliminated.

I think our previous deal still stands. It’s still the same deal as six years ago, but it’s no longer equal, you need to pay more chips. You can't stop me, and you can no longer refuse me. I think you figured it out when you guessed it was me at the Slughorns. So, do you want to give up the struggle and die in my hands, thereby saving the entire magical world? Even if you don't agree, nothing will change. "

She picked up the parchment and handed it to Dumbledore, "This is for Gellert. As her daughter, you should do it. If you can survive, cry and thank him. If not, I will say sorry for you when he comes to kill me."

In a moment of silence, Dumbledore put away the parchment. "From that night six years ago, I knew I was wrong. I hope I can change you step by step and show you the love I have always said. Now it seems that our plan has become a great pain for you. You see Seeing the beauty of the world, feeling love, but depriving everything with your own hands, even if it is only a little bit, the thought of looking forward to the future, the desire not to die... will also become your troubles. Voldemort is also your chess piece, right? Although I am not your ultimate goal.

Time really flies by and you grow up all of a sudden. Maybe she is exactly the same as the little girl before, or maybe she has changed a lot. To say what has changed specifically, it might be this. "Dumbledore shook the parchment in his hand, wrinkled the corners of his eyes, and smiled. "You can become our family, which is the thing that makes me happiest, even more than wool socks at Christmas. "

A ball of fire disappeared in Cyrus's eyes. She stopped talking, but her body undulated more and more.