Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

After a few people disappeared, the flashing ball of light gradually became silent. Little Barty and the others walked down the stairs, and the magic power on them was no longer absorbed by the light ball. A group of dark people gathered around Cyrus who fell to the ground, and looked at Cyrus with his eyes closed like this for a long time.

Finally, little Barty coughed and said, "Master, they have left. Is it time for you to get up?"

Cyrus opened her eyes and pointed at the sword on her chest, "I am your immediate boss after all. Why, you are not willing to shed tears just looking at my death?" Then she pulled out the sword and threw it away. To a man in black robes, the wound on his chest healed instantly, "Your salary is gone this month, Remus!"

The man in black robe took the sword and took off the mask, revealing Lupine's helpless face, "Okay, my bad..."

One by one, the men in black robes took off their masks. They were all werewolves. They were all werewolves who had worked under Cyrus. And everything today was a big show for Voldemort and Harry.

During these two weeks, Cyrus managed to control the ball of light. She could freely control the power of the light ball to absorb magic, and designed a "perfect" safe house for Voldemort.

Naturally, Cyrus did not tell him the whole truth. Cyrus only said that he could barely suppress the power of the light ball, and that in the safe point established in the light ball, because the environment could not be changed, only cold-resistant low-temperature animals could survive.

Voldemort, who was extremely suspicious, tried many times but could not destroy the protection of the light ball. He summoned countless Inferi at the bottom of the cave, and then he was satisfied. As Angus follows Cyrus, there is no need to worry about its safety. As for Dobby, the house elf outside the confines of Slytherin, Cyrus also considered it. As a lowly servant, Voldemort would naturally not suspect that it would break through the powerful protective spell, and Cyrus would "forget" his existence due to his busy research.

Cyrus stood up and clapped his hands, "Okay, let's invite the actors to perform the last scene. Move all the people in the prison, and be careful to show panic and cruelty. The family members in the prison don't know this. Oh, by the way, Lai Mus, wait until I control the ball of light and then hit my chest with a sword. I can't be hurt now. The explosion that destroys the entire castle will start immediately, ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Lupine came to Cyrus with a sword. He knew that even without the magical healing here, Cyrus, who had been fused with the blood of the basilisk, was not afraid of snake venom at all. As long as the bleeding is stopped in time, there will be no problem. He looked at Cyrus, "Sorry, I made the decision without permission."

Cyrus waved his hand and controlled the ball of light, "Miss Tonks escaped from the cell during the commotion. There was nothing we could do about it. I would not hold on to a pregnant woman. However, I thought you would go with her." . You know that everyone who stays will bear the wrath of Voldemort. I can suffer miserably, but he can't do anything to me."

"We will have to repay the debt for a while to save the people in the cell. I couldn't stop Sirius and the others from violating the school rules before, so I will stand with them as punishment."

"Really? Don't call me at your wedding, otherwise I will scare her into tears."

Lupine walked up behind Cyrus and stabbed her back with a sword, "Really? If so, how will my child see her godmother in the future?"

"Do you know how many people I have killed in the past few months? Ten thousand and fifty-one. Why, do you want to use me as a role model for your children?"

Cyrus turned his head, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, "Although I am very touched, this sword blow is much more painful than Hermione's. Is salary so important? How hard did you exert it..."

Voldemort appeared on the lawn of Slytherin Mansion with a large group of Death Eaters. At a glance, the entire castle collapsed, and even the protective spell attached to it was destroyed. Barty Jr. and others grabbed hold of the prisoners on the ground. They seemed to have been seriously injured while avoiding the explosion. Voldemort's face was ferocious as he frantically searched for the figure in the ruins. His anger made his voice deep and hoarse, "Where is she?!!!"

The castle did not recover, and the ball of light beneath the ground disappeared. The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched, and with just a wave of his wand, several large pieces of rubble in front of him were immediately reduced to ashes. The connection from his soul allowed him to feel that Cyrus's vitality was rapidly declining, and that of Nagini was completely cut off.

There was a bark from the corner blocked by a boulder, and the boulder was lifted with magic power, and Cyrus' figure appeared. A sword penetrated her chest, and her arms were twisted by the weight of a boulder. Angus, who was intact and protected under her body, had fainted.

Little Barty behind everyone wanted to step forward, but stopped. He couldn't be exposed now. Lucius, who came with Voldemort, immediately directed everyone to clear the road. He quickly ran to Voldemort's side to help Cyrus up. "A bunch of useless trash!" Voldemort spread terrifying magic around him, picked up the girl and Angus, and disappeared immediately.

The sound of boiling potion rang in his ears, and a familiar bitter smell surrounded his nose.

gentlemen?

Cyrus opened his eyes. The dark cellar was cold and damp. I tried to move my fingers, and the crisp sound of the chain sounded. She wanted to raise her hands, but found that her hands were extremely heavy, and the joints of each hand were bound by shackles. The magic power in his whole body was tightly bound, and only his head could move slightly.

"A gadget from the Ministry of Magic... It seems that Voldemort successfully captured it."

A voice came from in front of Cyrus, but it was not Snape, "Those are the self-made chains of the Dark Lord. I think even you will not be able to break them for a while."

Lucius walked to the bed where Cyrus was lying, "Master is very angry. Those werewolves are not having a good time."

After feeling her body, she found that the wound on her chest had been bandaged and the broken arm was tied with a thick plaster. "Really? I thought he would remove my limbs to vent his anger." She turned her head and looked at Lucius, " Where’s the braised egg?”

Lucius knelt down, took out a potion and fed it to Cyrus to drink. "Master went to the Ministry of Magic. I think it will end tonight. But the Order of the Phoenix people withdrew from the Ministry of Magic and hid. .Hogwarts is under control, Snape is over there."

Cyrus shook his head, "Smart choice, Harry Potter and the others destroyed the Horcruxes, and Voldemort will naturally not let them go. Now abandon the Ministry of Magic and look for opportunities. Join forces with the French gang, and there may be some hope in Germany." If they intervene, they still have the power to fight the Death Eaters. As for Hogwarts, nothing will happen to them for the time being." She raised her hand with difficulty and shook the chain, "So what does this mean?"

"Maybe the master doesn't want anything to happen to you again..."

"Always doing this kind of useless work." Cyrus twisted his neck and looked at Lucius with burning eyes.

"Um...Sir, I think it's better to settle down for a while. Angus is next door. I asked him to come and accompany you."

"Crack, click," the sound of the chain being pulled was heard, and even the wall holding the chain was shaking. Cyrus pulled hard and all the chains were torn off. She looked at the shackles that were still tightly cuffed to her body. He shrugged nonchalantly, "Forget it, as long as you can move."

Lucius on the side was speechless for a while, then why did he look like he was having a hard time turning his head just now?

"You said he would come back in the evening, so I'll wait a moment. There is an old friend from the Ministry of Magic who I want to entertain."

At night, Voldemort returned to Malfoy Manor. A short and bloated pink figure followed him, flattering words one after another, "Dark Lord, I have long thought that Burns and the others were too stupid. But what right does a small employee like me have to say? Finally, I’ve been waiting for you!”

The sharp and sweet voice made the Death Eaters around her feel sick. Voldemort smiled gently, with murderous intent flowing in his eyes, "I hope you are not as stupid as them."

Umbridge immediately shut up when she saw it. She had finally overheard the Ministry of Magic's plan and reported it to the Death Eaters to obtain "immunity." She looked contemptuously at Scrimgeour, who was being held up by the Death Eaters. Now that Burns and those from the Order of the Phoenix had escaped, and the control of the Ministry of Magic was vacant, she could not miss such a good opportunity.

After everyone returned to the conference hall, Voldemort looked at Umbridge with an unkind expression. He had no patience with this pink toad. "You said you had information about members of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Umbridge's eyes immediately brightened. She pretended to tidy up, walked forward and said proudly, "I heard that after Dumbledore died, he left a secret weapon to the people of the Order of the Phoenix. It must be Used to deal with you! I promise that I will investigate this matter immediately after returning to the Ministry of Magic. I will definitely find where they are hiding!" This was indeed what Umbridge overheard from the conversation between Arthur and others. It was just when I was cleaning the bathroom.

Umbridge held her head high, as if she was about to be bestowed with supreme power and glory. But what she didn't notice was the Death Eaters who were gradually moving away from her, and Barty's contemptuous laughter.

"So, this is all your information." Voldemort glanced at her coldly, not even wanting to raise his hand, and motioned to Barty to get this idiot out.

The noise of chains dragging on the ground came from outside the door, and Voldemort's expression worsened. Cyrus, who was holding a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans, opened the door and looked at everyone, "Hey, they're all here!"

Umbridge had heard about Cyrus, but looking at the chains all over her body, it seemed that she was not as valued by Voldemort as outsiders said. It seemed that he had done something and was punished by Voldemort. Umbridge immediately got excited, pointed at Cyrus and said with a look of disgust, "I am reporting important information to the Dark Lord. How dare you, a prisoner, come here! Take her down!"

Looking at the Death Eaters beside her, Umbridge found that they were hiding further.

Cyrus smiled, greeted Umbridge familiarly, and smeared the snack fragments on his hands on her body. "Isn't this Ms. Umbridge? What are you doing here?" She took out a bald doll from the ring and walked up to Voldemort and waved it. "By the way, haven't you always been curious about why I call you Braised Egg? Yes?" Ms. Umbridge taught me that."

As soon as Cyrus finished speaking, the doll in his hand shook its head and made Umbridge's voice.

"Braised eggs! Braised eggs! Braised eggs!!!!"

The strange sound echoed throughout the hall, then suddenly stopped, and the doll in front of Voldemort was swallowed up by green fire. His handsome face became distorted. He put a hand on his shoulder and patted him. Cyrus comforted him:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it will shorten your lifespan. Just peel off the skin, cramps, bones, and throw it to the Inferi to eat. I won't care about you playing tricks on me."

Cyrus had an ugly face that said "You can't do anything to me, you have to do what I say in the end", but the lock that bound her magic power was always there, which calmed Voldemort's bad mood.

Seeing this scene, Umbridge panicked, very panicked. She waved her hands quickly, "That's not the case, Lord Dark Lord, it was she who framed me!"

Voldemort's next words made Umbridge even more desperate. He glared at Cyrus impatiently and rubbed his painful brow, "If you want to kill her, just tell me. There's no need to go to such trouble."

"I have important clues! Lord Dark Lord! I remembered that what Dumbledore left for them was..."

Cyrus took out a silver lighter from his pocket and turned it over in his hand, "Is it this? It seems that Ms. Umbridge has been cleaning the toilet for too long, so her intelligence is a little behind."

Umbridge looked at the Deluminator in Cyrus' hand in disbelief, kept backing away, and murmured: "I want to go...I want to go...ah!"

Barty Jr., who had been preparing on the side, kicked Umbridge in the chest, causing her to do a backflip. Several Death Eaters dragged Umbridge, who was begging for mercy on the ground, into the corridor and disappeared.

After the farce ended, Cyrus threw the snacks in his hand to the Death Eaters aside for safekeeping and sat back down next to Voldemort.

"You know this thing can't trap me. Even if it can limit the magic power, I don't have the means to protect myself. You should be the one who is in trouble."

Voldemort's sharp eyes drove away everyone present. He looked at Cyrus's rosy cheeks and narrowed his eyes, "I don't think a few people from the Order of the Phoenix can break through your protection."

The slender fingers were pinching the girl's neck. As long as the slightest use of magic power, the slender neck would break. Facing Cyrus, who no longer had the magic power to resist him, Voldemort's red eyes sparkled, "Are you taking revenge on me?"

Cyrus sighed inwardly at Voldemort's fantastic imagination, with a very calm face. "We all ignored the existence of that house elf. Dobby is a free elf, so free that he is not under my control." He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Voldemort's hand. Even without magic power, Cyrus would not be so weak. There is no power to bind the chicken. "If I wanted to take revenge on you, I would have done it myself. Why go around in such a big circle."

The two competed with each other, and Voldemort was the first to relax his strength. He was about to succeed, and her strength was indispensable.

"The Order of the Phoenix people can't go anywhere. What they care about most is in our hands. You should be honest for a while, and I will unchain you when I need your strength." Voldemort let go of Cyrus and leaned against him. The back of the chair turned his neck, seeming a little tired.

Cyrus was surprised by Voldemort's decision for a moment but nodded, but her body was still very honest. She swept the chain towards Voldemort's legs and signaled him to untie her immediately.

The long chains dissipated, and the chains on Cyrus's limbs and fingers became thinner, like decorations. But the power to bind magic still existed. After doing this, Voldemort ignored her and closed his eyes to rest.

"What do you want when this is over?"

Voldemort's sudden question stunned Cyrus. She thought for a while but still couldn't come up with an answer. She never imagined what the future would be like, because hers would definitely end before dawn.

After a moment of silence, Cyrus said, "Can I take your life?"

"No."

"I want to go back to Hogwarts."

"That's not necessary. If you want to be the principal, then you can..." Looking at Cyrus who had already run out the door, Voldemort called Lucius.

"Follow her and don't let her cause any trouble. She is everyone's target now. Maybe we can lead them to Hogwarts."