Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Lucius walked out of the conference room and saw Cyrus, who had already run away, staring at him from the corner of the corridor, looking like his plan had succeeded. Lucius sighed, walked towards her with his snake-head cane, and stretched out his arm, "My lord, I will take care of sending you to Hogwarts."

After the two apparated to Hogsmeade, Lucius spoke again, "He wants to use you as bait."

Hogsmeade, which was once bustling with activity, was now filled with sighs. All shops were closed, and many Death Eaters and Dementors were wandering around. Cyrus looked at the locks on his ten fingers that looked like rings, and nodded, "I also hope they come to find me, but that boiled egg has more in mind... Did he use his wand at the Ministry of Magic?"

"I'm not sure about that. After all, Crouch and the others were following him, so he didn't need to do anything. But when the explosion happened in Slytherin House, it was indeed him who used magic to save you."

Cyrus stretched out the words and put on a very faint smile, "Well... almost there." Looking at the castle standing in the distance, she quickened her pace, "Tell me what has happened in Hogwarts recently."

The sky was gloomy, the grayish white of the sky gradually sank, and was replaced by a heavy black. The cold wind was blowing everywhere, like a sharp sword screaming in the air, and the trees shook their heads helplessly. The wind blew the black robe, and the darkness enveloped him. He just stood by the tower, like a silent statue.

Suddenly, a strong wind howled, blowing away the dark clouds and driving away the severe cold. Densely packed stars dotted the night sky, like a black sky inlaid with countless diamonds. It seemed very far away, yet very close. The Milky Way flowed in the night sky, and the earth was covered by a layer of silver light, which was the gentle protection of the stars, brilliant, silent, and turbulent.

He looked up, staying in this wonderful and vast moment.

The magic light that dispelled the dark clouds quietly dissipated, turning into a stream of light that sank into Cyrus' wizard robe, and a golden ball of light shone.

Staring at the figure in the tower for a long time, the deep and persistent blue sea, one deep and one shallow. Cyrus did not use the light ball of the mansion to heal her eyes, just like the crime she committed, which could not be covered up.

Snape returned to the headmaster's office and saw Lucius from a distance. He stood in front of the dripping stone beast and nodded to Snape who was walking towards him.

"She's waiting for you inside."

He walked straight to the headmaster's office and quickly went upstairs. He knew who was coming. The Ministry of Magic had just been lost tonight, and she came to see him again. Did Voldemort have a new mission? The wand had been hidden at the side of his hand. Touching the potion bottle at his waist, Snape's face became solemn.

"So you really are the hat Gryffindor was wearing at the time, and was his hair oily?"

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Cyrus chatting with the Sorting Hat, with his feet on the desk, looking very comfortable.

Snape's eyes narrowed as he looked at the ornaments on the girl's knuckles and wrists, and he moved his hand away from the potion bottle. He glanced disdainfully at Cyrus' legs on the table, and sat back in the chair opposite her, "Lord Cyrus, what's the matter?"

Seeing Snape sitting opposite him, Cyrus retracted his legs and threw the Sorting Hat back to the shelf. He was very elegant and did not forget to summon two glasses of fire whiskey. "Nothing, I've been very free recently, and Voldemort threw me here."

Was it to monitor and threaten the students and teachers of Hogwarts? Indeed, because of the two idiots, the Carrow brothers and sisters, the original DA members had begun to prepare something. Seeing Cyrus appear here indifferently, Snape frowned. Once she appeared in front of the students, there would definitely be a riot.

"The teaching here is still going on in an orderly manner. If it is the Dark Lord's wish, please tell him that everything is fine here."

Cyrus looked at the portraits hanging in the principal's office, and his eyes turned to one of them. A white-haired old man leaned back in a chair, and the sun shone on his wrinkled face. Although he was sleeping, he gave people the feeling that he would show a kind and gentle smile as soon as he opened his eyes.

"What's it like to be the principal?"

Snape's face fell, and he leaned forward to get closer to Cyrus, "Why did you hide the fact that I killed him?"

Cyrus laughed, but such a smile seemed very ironic to Snape. "You don't want to kill him, but I really do. Although I don't want to admit it, we were both deceived by him once. It doesn't matter who killed him, so why are you so eager to come forward?"

"You didn't mean to kill him. I saw you tried to save him."

Snape's words silenced Cyrus' smile, and he looked away from those inky black pupils. "It doesn't matter. You didn't report it to Voldemort either."

After drinking a glass of wine, Cyrus exhaled, the spicy taste of alcohol coming out of his chest. "Do you know why you are the headmaster? Not me, not Professor McGonagall, not Barty or Lucius."

He could understand that Professor McGonagall did not become the headmaster. Voldemort would not let anyone else control the school. As for Lucius and Crouch, they might have their own tasks. But why was it not Cyrus but himself...

"Lord Cyrus has outstanding abilities, so he certainly wouldn't waste them to be a principal here."

"Official, too official." Cyrus shook his head, drawing circles in the air with his fingers. "I'm not asking why Voldemort chose you as the headmaster. I'm asking why you would take on the responsibility of the headmaster. If you refuse, he will have other candidates. You have other uses for him, not to mention proving your ability to him or trying to live longer."

"I don't understand what you mean." Snape was stunned. Why else could he be the headmaster? If he were still here, he could control those crazy Death Eaters a little and stop the hot-headed students from going to their deaths. Dumbledore was gone, and he had lost the trust of the Order of the Phoenix. If no one could protect the students here...

"Your thoughts are written all over your face, my dishonest professor." Cyrus avoided Snape's stabbing eyes, shrugged, and looked at Dumbledore's portrait. "Professor Snape will always underestimate his own existence. Why do you think you are so insignificant? Even if you are against the whole world, bear the infamy, and face the cold eyes of students and colleagues, you are still protecting everyone with your own strength."

Pointing his finger at Snape, Cyrus looked at him seriously, "They need you. Hogwarts needs you."

Snape's eyes flashed, and he stood up directly, "It's inexplicable. If Lord Cyrus is testing me, I can assure you that I have always stood on the side of Lord Dark Lord."

Cyrus raised his head and smiled brightly. "If that's the case, then I'm relieved." Then he stood up and prepared to leave. "I won't appear in front of the students. If you have any questions, please come to the secret room to find me."

"and many more!"

Being suddenly stopped by Snape, Cyrus turned his head in confusion.

"Have you been punished by the Dark Lord? What you are wearing is a very powerful cursed object."

Cyrus looked at Snape's empty hand, then at his waist, which was immediately covered by Snape's robe. "I'm not so arrogant as to attack you at this time."

"Really? Maybe you missed the best opportunity to kill me. Now the magic in my body is sealed by these things, just like a Muggle. What do you think is the chance of success against me when I use all my strength?" Although he said so, Snape could clearly see the flashing light in Cyrus's ring. If he attacked her now, such a narrow room would not be an advantage against an enemy with strong melee strength, and Lucius was also outside the door.

Snape caught the key word in her mouth, magic seal. Regarding the alchemy of the imprisonment spell, Voldemort was limiting her strength? But he arranged for Lucius to follow her. If she was injured, the handcuffs on her body would immediately sense and tell Voldemort. He had already learned from Lucius that Voldemort had a Horcrux. Cyrus was probably punished because the Order of the Phoenix destroyed another Horcrux a few days ago. But she didn't have any external injuries except that her magic was sealed. Dumbledore's last mission before his death...

He had a strong premonition in his heart, and he, who was always cautious, directly asked the question in his heart, "Are you his last Horcrux?"

After saying this, Snape regretted it. Why did he say such a threatening word so calmly? He clenched his wand in his right hand, thinking about how to attack immediately if Cyrus showed his killing intention.

Cyrus on the opposite side did not seem surprised at all. He nodded, turned his back to Snape and walked down the stairs without any defense. "So Severus, you have to protect me well, for... the final victory."

Looking at the empty stairs, Snape leaned on the table, his falling hair covering his face. "The final victory..."

In the Slytherin cellar, Draco stared at the wall in a daze. After the mission of killing Dumbledore was completed, Voldemort no longer paid attention to him, and his father insisted that he return to Hogwarts. This place was controlled by the Death Eaters, and he would not be attacked by the Gryffindor gang for the time being. What should he do next? Will Voldemort rule Britain like this...

A door suddenly appeared in the wall, which was the entrance to the secret room!

A female voice came from the door, "Now is not the time to be sad and confused, Draco." Cyrus leaned against the door and watched Draco look around nervously. "What are you doing here? Do you know what will happen if you are discovered now!"

"Okay, okay, that's why I came to see you in the middle of the night." Cyrus was dragged all the way back to the Chamber of Secrets, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief after the entrance was closed. "So, what's the matter?"

"If Slytherin gets into trouble, Mr. Malfoy, what are you going to do?"

Draco became nervous, "Is it Vol....the You-Know-Who that wants to attack you?"

"It's not me, it's Slytherin. What if a Slytherin student is in danger?"

Draco glanced towards the Slytherin common room with disdain and said nonchalantly, "More than half of the purebloods here have already surrendered to You-Know-Who. Even if they encounter danger, they will be the first to flee. You worry too much."

Cyrus nodded, but looked at Draco with a smile, "What if someone stays?" Draco shook his head without hesitation, "No. They... We won't make such a stupid choice."

"Well." Cyrus stood up and looked at the empty chamber. "Maybe a month, maybe a week. Hogwarts will be the final battlefield. If the Slytherin students have no chance to escape by then, you will bring them here. Can you do it, Mr. Slytherin Prefect?"

"What will you do? Join them in the battle?" Draco glared at Cyrus, clenching his hands. "It was your idea that made me a prefect. I can protect the Slytherin students. What about you?! After the war, should I welcome Voldemort's loyal servant, or our Slytherin professor?!"

Patting Draco on the shoulder, he said, "I am neither."

In the Black mansion, all the members of the Order of the Phoenix sat around a long table, and there were a few unfamiliar faces sitting next to them. They were a few righteous masters from France, who had separated from the main group and contacted the Order of the Phoenix.

"Our goal is just to rescue the imprisoned Maxim and the Deputy Minister of Magic." The leading Auror first expressed his intention to them. He knew that the purpose of the Order of the Phoenix was to kill Voldemort and the Black Death. They did not want to participate too much in the war. After all, they had seen Cyrus' strength with their own eyes.

"If that's all, then leave. We don't need some wimps joining us." Moody glanced at the French people with an unfriendly look. The decision to evacuate from the Ministry of Magic made him very angry. Although it was the best solution, it also proved that they no longer had the strength to confront the Death Eaters head-on.

Tonks held Moody's shoulder from one side. Her face looked very bad, and she seemed to have lost her usual cheerful smile. "Teacher, we need their help. The Death Eaters imprisoned the families of those werewolves, and they were forced to join the Death Eaters. Remus was also..."

"If we don't kill them, those people will never be rescued." Harry shook his head. Ever since they left Slytherin House that day, Dobby and Sirius had completely lost the right to enter there. "They may have been transferred to other places, or they may have been sealed by a more powerful spell."

Harry looked at Sirius, then at Hermione. The two had been in low spirits since they came back. "We are almost there. There is only one left. As long as we destroy his last Horcrux, everything will be over."

"It's too difficult to kill her. Gryffindor's sword also fell into Slytherin's house and we haven't got it back. The only means left is Fiendfyre..." Ron scratched his head in distress. "A lot of Death Eaters are chasing us now. Even Hogwarts is controlled by them. We can't move forward at all."

Remembering what Cyrus had said to her in Slytherin Mansion, "We need to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible." Hermione took a deep breath and her eyes became firm. "The Ministry of Magic has been lost, and Voldemort's final target is everyone in the Order of the Phoenix. If he doesn't find us, the students and teachers of Hogwarts may be affected."

She looked at the French Auror, "This is the last chance. If we show up, Voldemort and his men will surely show up. There is the last thing left by Headmaster Dumbledore in Hogwarts, and it will definitely help us succeed. There is no possibility of no casualties. The Death Eaters have attacked many countries recently, and France, which is the closest, will definitely be his next target. If you stand by and watch, you will be the next one in crisis!"

Hermione's words caused everyone in France to fall silent. They also knew this and swallowed their rebuttals. Harry and Ron looked at Hermione with some doubts, but seeing that everyone was there, they didn't say anything.

"I do want to go back to Hogwarts. The people we love are there." Cedric walked up to Hermione and nodded to her, taking the lead in affirming Hermione.

Sirius, who had been silent on the side, finally spoke, "If we want to go back, I think I know a good person who can help us."