Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Sweat dripped from his forehead, flowing down his cheeks and down his neck. His throat rose and fell, and he exhaled a hot mist. Little Barty's heart was beating hard, a warmth surged through his body, and he fell to his knees trembling all over. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes became hot and he kept licking his lips. Cyrus' figure filled his eyes, and he could no longer move anywhere else. The ecstasy in his heart could not be concealed. He knelt devoutly at Cyrus's feet and kept kissing the hem of her robe.

"Master, I miss you so much!"

A cold and hard touch appeared on his face, and Little Barty's face gradually became distorted, and his whole body fell backwards. Gulu gulu, roll down the stairs. Cyrus retracted his right foot and wiped the place touched by Barty Jr., "I still like the way you are arrogant to me."

But now is not the time to fool around, Cyrus no longer hides it, and the magic emerges. She rode the current, picked up little Barty with a fiery face, and quickly headed to the bottom of the laboratory.

"Voldemort ordered you to enter the Slytherin mansion. What happened then? Where did Salazar go?" Cyrus still asked his doubts. Little Barty put away the admiration in his eyes and talked about Voldemort. The matter immediately became serious.

"After he sent me to investigate the location of Slytherin House, he ordered me to lead others in. The protective spell set up here is difficult to break, but if everyone attacks one place and attacks all night, there will still be a gap. Of course, there will be a gap. After we entered, we were injured by various spells, and a house elf stood in front of us... Your father was also there." Little Barty paused, seeming to observe Cyrus's expression.

"Voldemort sent out almost all the Death Eaters in order to get rid of Salazar Slytherin. A house elf couldn't stop us. Because of the potion provided by Snape, our magic power increased sharply and was enough to fight him. "

Cyrus grabbed Buddy's hand and gradually tightened it, "Then..."

A strange expression appeared on Little Barty's face, "There was an explosion, an explosion that destroyed the entire castle. I don't know if it was your father or who did it. At that time, we relied on the surge of magic power to save our lives. Your father's The figure also disappeared in the explosion." Little Barty pointed downwards, "And the source of the explosion is here."

Dazzling light shone on Cyrus' face, and a huge magic ball floated at the bottom of the laboratory. The magic power contained in that magic ball frightened her. All the magic is gathered here.... This is the source of the magic of this castle. No wonder people who enter here cannot use magic power. All the stripped magic power will be gathered here again and then lost to all parts of the castle.

Why, the magic here will not be dazzling, but will create a soft halo. The magic ball was surrounded by icy mist, wrapped in layers of ice, and even the ground was frozen.

Little Barty weakly tugged on Cyrus's wizard robe, "Master...I...can't get any closer."

Cyrus glanced at the magic ball below and manipulated the water flow upwards. She was not going to go down easily to check. Returning to the higher-temperature floor, Barty Jr. also recovered somewhat.

"Because the explosion destroyed the entire castle, we who were about to leave suddenly found that the castle was gradually recovering. And the ball was transmitting a large amount of magic power that had been taken away from us to repair the castle. After the castle was completely restored, the stone door It was completely closed. We came down to check, but no one can get close to the magic ball, not even Voldemort. If anyone gets too close to the ball, all magic, soul, and even life force will be absorbed."

Little Barty glared upward fiercely, as if glaring at Voldemort, "He speculated that your father relied on the magic here to survive. If the source of magic exploded, it would mean his complete death. At least he disappeared. But the magic below The ball is still absorbing magic power, which is more terrifying than the magic power stored before. Such huge magic power can make the castle indestructible. If this magic power can be absorbed, the strength will be doubled. But he is not sure why the explosion occurred. , whether there are other threats, and how to control it. After Voldemort tried many methods to no avail, he thought of you."

He uses me to explore this place. If I die, it won't be a huge loss to him. If I can control this place, he can threaten me with Angus, and Slytherin Mansion will become the safest place to store his Horcruxes...

"Where's the snake?"

"It has been placed in a room in the mansion. Angus was also brought here a few days ago. Voldemort originally planned to put them here. But you can also see that this place is not suitable for any living creature to survive."

Cyrus kept her eyes looking downward. After getting all the information, she left little Barty where she was and jumped down in one fell swoop.

The tide came up and caught Cyrus who was about to land. The rising tide was instantly invaded by the cold air and turned into an ice sculpture. The frost penetrated into his nose. Cyrus just yawned without feeling any physical discomfort. He raised his head and looked at the floating magic ball, and then at the ground and walls wrapped in ice.

Absorb magic, soul, and life to provide another object with survival. The glacier that prevents the magic from dissipating, and... a strong wind passed through the palm of my hand, and a stream of blood spilled to the ground. Miraculously, the hot blood was not frozen. It sank into the ravines on the ice and spread from where Cyrus stood.

A smile appeared on Cyrus's face, and ancient magic lines formed by blood lit up and covered the entire wall and floor. The blood of a direct descendant of Slytherin contains the magic power of a normal human being, that is, a quarter of the magic power in my body.

The layers of glaciers that wrapped the magic ball melted, and the warm magic continued to mend Cyrus' broken soul. This is the source of the operation of the entire castle. It stores the accumulated magic power for thousands of years and supplies Salazar's awakening state. It is also the place where Salazar first created me.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes comfortably and couldn't help but let out a belch. In sight, his shattered soul has been completely repaired, and the accumulated magic power in the magic ball is indeed decreasing. But it was like it reached a critical point, and the huge ball began to flicker. The extremely low-temperature white mist surged up crazily, and the people locked in the cellar suddenly shivered and shivered, and the magic power in their bodies spread directly below. The whole castle trembled again, and a big explosion was about to happen!

Cyrus hurriedly jumped onto the highest glacier. The underground temperature dropped sharply again, and the water vapor condensed on the glaciers and climbed upwards. After sealing the magic ball again, the tremor on the ground ended.

She sat directly on the ice and seemed to have been thinking for a long time. Finally, he lay down directly on his back and rolled around twice.

"When the magic power decreases, it will continue to absorb magic power from the outside world. No matter whether it increases or decreases, it is like an explosion at a critical point. Is this kind of explosion or defensive measure to attract the attention of others or to truly protect the Slytherin mansion. The last explosion, Does my father want to use the magic ball to obtain magic power... He has been hiding it from me, but only I can open this place."

Looking at the huge magic ball in the ice, Cyrus murmured: "Self-awakening should no longer require so much magic power. Even if it is to maintain Salazar's awakening, the threat it brings is greater than the benefit. Salazar I can’t completely control it, so I put the sleeping me somewhere else. The magic power accumulated for thousands of years can do many things. But it still needs to be verified..."

Thinking of Cyrus, he sat up and ran up the stairs.

Little Barty, who was resting next to a staircase, saw Cyrus running up. He immediately stood up and said, "Master, you..." Before he could finish his words, Cyrus ignored him and continued upward. Run away. Although she didn't know what this meant, little Barty was also running behind her. There are no scars on the body. Was the explosion just now prevented by the owner? His steps were brisk and rhythmic, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry, otherwise the master wouldn't have failed to use magic.

Just like this, he followed all the way up. When he was about to reach the stone gate, Cyrus turned around and ran down again. Little Barty looked strangely at him when he passed by, as if he was wondering what he was doing. Looking at Cyrus who was huffing and puffing and continuing to run down, little Barty blinked, hesitated and followed.

When reaching the deep level, Barty Jr. could no longer keep up and waited for Cyrus. When she ran up again, she continued to follow behind her. After going back and forth like this four or five times, little Barty was almost tired and lay down on the steps, "Ha...ha, Master...I can't keep up."

Cyrus finally stopped in front of him. The temperature underground was very low. The sweat he shed due to constant running would be immediately absorbed by the cold air around him, and his originally rosy face turned pale. "Let's go up."

As soon as the two opened the stone door, they saw Voldemort standing opposite. He kept looking at the two of them. When he saw that the two of them, especially Barty Jr., looked like they were about to die, he looked away with satisfaction.

"Did you stop the explosion just now?"

Cyrus ignored Voldemort. She leaned against the wall, her shoulders still rising slightly, as if she was weak and needed external force to stand. A dagger flashed in his hand. Voldemort took a step back knowingly, his black robe fluttering, revealing the wand hidden on the side of his hand.

"It seems that the consumption is not small. Why don't Miss Cyrus rest tonight and tomorrow..."

"Twenty bottles of soul potion, three hundred experimental toads, and bring Angus and the snake over in a week."

"It seems that I don't need to waste any more words. Miss Cyrus is really becoming more and more sensible." Voldemort smiled and looked at Barty who was still squatting on the ground. "You heard what Miss Cyrus said. Please take care of yourself in the meantime." Take care of her."

He put away his wand and seemed to be in a very good mood. He waved to Cyrus and said, "I will visit again in a week. I hope you can give me a surprise then."

After Voldemort left, Barty, who was squatting on the spot and panting, stood up immediately, and his original weak look disappeared immediately. "Master, are you ready?"

Cyrus had put away the dagger and seemed to be still thinking about something. She suddenly looked at Barty Jr., whose clear and confused eyes left Cyrus speechless for a moment, "You've been waiting for too long, go find Lucius for an update." She walked into the prison cell on the upper floor where the prisoners were held. "Check everyone, the ones who are dying...give them nutritional supplements."

Little Barty nodded, "It is true that if they as hostages die, they will have no value at all. But master, you still need to do experiments. Instead of using toads, human bodies..."

"not worth it."

Cyrus directly rejected Barty Jr.'s suggestion. It's not like she hadn't thought about it. It's not that I can't bear it because I have been tortured like this. He looked at the figures who were in prison, physically tortured and mentally tortured, but his dim and dazed eyes were overflowing with the desire and unyieldingness of life. It was like a fire burning in the thin body.

It was simply not worth it for such a precious life to be sacrificed to protect Voldemort's Horcruxes.

On a train traveling through the mountains, Harry held a Muggle map and discussed with Hermione, circling several locations from time to time. Sirius leaned against the window, stroking the deluminator in his hand. Ron opened the compartment door and walked in with some bread in his arms, chewing in his mouth, "Are you still watching? Can't we find Cyrus by following the lead of the deluminator? Besides, we can't let Dobby lead us in directly. There?"

He looked at Dobby who was sitting on the upper bunk. He closed his eyes tightly and scratched his head, as if he was feeling something.

"According to Dobby, he was able to apparate from the Slytherin Mansion over long distances because there was a steady stream of magic power there for them to cast spells. Recently, it has been protected by a powerful spell again, and the restrictions on him have also become greater. . If you can't actually get close to it, even Dobby can't find the position. Maybe it's blocked by magic, and the Deluminator stops moving forward after entering this area. We took the train and circled it several times, almost two times. It’s been weeks and there’s no way to pinpoint the specific location.”

Hermione frowned. Although the Ministry of Magic was under great pressure, there was no guarantee that one day all Death Eaters would appear and attack there. According to the news from Cedric and the others, several officials were unwilling to confront Voldemort. Fortunately, Ms. Burns was there to support them.

A scream came from the upper bunk, and several people looked around quickly. Dobby grabbed his two big ears and jumped up and down, "Second time, second time! Dobby caught it!" Before he could jump a few times, he immediately withered again, "No more... ."

"Dobby? What's wrong with you?"

Dobby stood up and jumped off the bed, pulling a few people with him and trying to jump out of the window, "It feels like it's getting closer, it must be around here!"

Ron looked at the still speeding train, swallowed his saliva, and pointed to the cliff beyond the window. "You... don't want us to jump off the cliff..."

"The protective spell there was lifted once a week ago, for a very short time. Just now, Dobby felt that the magic there was loosened again, although it was also impossible to capture. But Dobby knows! It's nearby! As long as you get close enough , Dobby can go in! Come on, Harrybo... why did you jump down! Why did you do the same, Mr. Black!!! Only by catching Dobby can I take you in!"

Dobby pulled Hermione and jumped down. Ron hesitated for a while, and there was a pull on his arm. Hermione took Ron down with him.

Mountain peaks rise from the ground, with sharp cliffs rising straight up and down, steep and steep, looming in the clouds and mist. Ron's sharp and frightened screams echoed in the deep valley....

The five people in the air fell quickly, and with the help of magic power, they all held hands. Looking at the bottom of the valley getting closer and closer, the strong wind hit his face randomly, Ron yelled to Dobby, "Isn't it thick?!!!"

"Hou no!"

"Houyou chop to save?!"

Bang! ! ! ! !