Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Chapter 122

Scenes of Cyrus's time with them appeared before his eyes, and the last scene was Cyrus' happy smile surrounded by all the students. In contrast, he had a bitter smile standing in the black fog.

"You don't understand..."

"If you don't stop, you'll never be able to drink my Firewhisky again!" A spitting curse sounded, and Aberforth stomped heavily on the ground, pointing his hand at the figure in the fog, "Don't even think about setting foot in the Hog's Head again!"

Grindelwald's voice came from behind him, "The Dark Lord is not like you!"

"Cyrus, don't you want to know your goddaughter's name?!"

"You promised to drink with us!"

"Professor Slytherin, stop!"

The gap in the barrier was filled by Vita and others. Everyone pointed their wands downwards, and all the spells ended! The originally flickering ball of light gradually dimmed, and all the spells became ineffective. Snape landed in front of Cyrus, "It's over."

In the waves of calls, Cyrus' eyes flickered, she lowered her head slightly, and bent her back. Her eyes were wet, and her voice was so low that it was just a breath. The mist blew, lifting her long hair, and the whole person was broken and desolate.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die... But I still have to atone for my sins, I killed so many people..." She covered the bleeding wound on her waist, drew a sword from behind, and all the magic power in her body rushed to the light ball above. Even Salazar was very surprised that she could resist everyone's spell with her own magic power.

Scarlet eyes flashed, and endless pain spread from them. The ball of light above could explode at any time. Cyrus walked towards Snape with the sword in hand, and the slashing action was easily blocked by him.

Snape held her wrist tightly, an indescribable emotion spreading in his heart, as if something buried deep in his heart was being unleashed. He had to kill her, he had to.

"Please, kill me."

His eyes fell on the deep and light blue, and a pain rolled up from the bottom of his heart, rushing to his throat. "Stop, leave it to me. If you want to atone for your sins, spend the rest of your life atonement instead of abandoning everyone and running away."

Cyrus paused for about half a second, looking at him with a sad and lonely look. When he spoke, his voice revealed boundless sadness and sorrow.

"You have to kill me."

"I will save you."

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, relaxed her hands, and handed the sword to Snape. "Okay." She stretched out her other hand to the sky and smiled with relief.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with madness. The power that suppressed Voldemort ceased, and he broke free and directly occupied Cyrus' body. He looked at his hands, and the huge magic power in his body made him tremble uncontrollably, "Hahahahaha! It's me! I won!" Voldemort raised his hand and waved, easily breaking the curses of everyone. Fiendfyre and tide appeared with Voldemort's wild laughter, and he looked up at the ball of light above, trying to absorb all the magic power.

What he didn't notice was that the fierce fire and tide behind him were receding, and blood was flowing out of his ears and nose. Until Voldemort felt his whole body shaking uncontrollably and his soul burning, "How is it possible? I am so strong now, why?!"

Snape's voice echoed from the black mist surrounding him, "Of course she is very strong. You only see the strength she possesses. It is not just her natural magic that supports her ability to manipulate these powerful spells."

Blood gushed out of his chest, and Voldemort struggled to stand up. His eyes fell into darkness, and he lost his sense of smell and touch. There was no part of his body that didn't hurt, not to mention the pain that burned his soul, making him want to commit suicide right now.

"Perhaps potions and magic can heal her wounds or her soul, but such a powerful spell will come with a great cost every time it is used. So what is it that makes her more powerful than anyone else?"

Snape walked out of the mist, the sword in his hand raised, and with each step closer to Voldemort, he raised it a little higher. There was a dead silence all around, and Snape's gradually increasing footsteps and voices echoed in Voldemort's mind.

despair.

"A soul tortured by nothingness for thousands of years."

despair.

"Physical torture and experiments day and night."

despair.

"A cruel and bloody fight between beasts and survival."

despair.

"Risking one's life to hunt beasts in the forest, and persisting in living under the ridicule and cold eyes of the world."

despair.

“The pride of never relying on help from others and the perseverance of constantly strengthening oneself.”

despair.

"Six years of forbearance, the determination to kill my father."

despair.

"Everything is planned and everything is done with determination."

despair.

"The courage to sacrifice everything, to go against one's own will, to save everyone."

despair!

Looking at Voldemort who was no longer able to stand up, Snape thrust his sword downwards and pierced his chest. Amid Voldemort's indistinct groans, Snape's words were clear and firm.

"You are not even a bit inferior to her, so how can you possibly beat her?"

The two souls entangled in Cyrus' body fell into the ball of light. The ball of light, which could no longer contain any magic power, expanded again, and golden light visible to the naked eye overflowed. A loud noise came from the sky, and wisps of golden light scattered, rushing to the corpse behind when everyone was too busy to escape. Guangxu sank into the corpse of the Yin, and the magic power containing a thousand years of life force moisturized the dry skin of the corpse, and gradually grew smooth skin again. The people who woke up one by one looked around in confusion. They, weren't they already dead... And the last ray of Guangxu flew away and entered the Screaming Shack.

The dawn of victory illuminated the earth, and the cry of the phoenix resounded throughout Hogwarts again. A black figure stood in the center of everyone, hugging the girl in front of him tightly. He stroked the girl's gradually cold cheek and kissed her forehead. The old wand made a "buzzing" sound, and all the magic power condensed into a ball to emit colorful light, and the warm light enveloped the girl. "No matter how many times, no matter how long it takes, I will revive you!"

Three other magical powers emerged from the crowd and merged with Snape's magic power into the girl's body. Salazar walked behind Snape and said, "That was reserved for her to revive herself. I didn't expect it to be used to revive others. Without the magic power of the soul, the dead cannot be resurrected." Although he said this, he still silently sent magic power to assist Snape.

Grindelwald walked over with the newly resurrected Dumbledore, "I don't believe this. If she can do it, so can we. Dumbledore, call your phoenix as well!"

"Fawkes seems particularly angry about my death, and he's still mad at me now. Without the power to control souls, the spell to bring the dead back to life may not exist. If there is, it would be..." Dumbledore looked at Snape who was hugging the girl tightly, and then moved to the people walking behind him.

"Dumbledore, this is how you protect your daughter! I'll beat you up after you see me! You even lied to me, I will never let you step into a bar again!"

"Snape! If you screw up I'll never forgive you!"

"The boss always wants to abandon everyone, but not this time."

"She hasn't agreed to attend our wedding yet, how can we let her go?"

"Albus, your daughter has not yet settled the score for breaking my legs!"

"Cyrus is really, even more crazy than Albus. Flitwick, Sprout, can you hold on?"

Draco, Hermione, and several others stood together, raised their wands, and channeled all their magic power towards Snape.

"Bring back Professor Slytherin!"

Under the cover of magic, all the wounds on Cyrus' body began to heal, even the wound on her chest pierced by the sword was recovering. After there was no more wound on her body, everyone waited for a long time, until all the magic power was used up, the Elder Wand was broken in Snape's hand, and Cyrus showed no sign of waking up. Everyone's eyes sank, and Salazar walked forward as if he wanted to do something, "If it was my whole soul, maybe..."

At this time, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her blue pupils half opened, looking at the people who surrounded her. Hermione, who was about to scream out of surprise, suddenly froze, and then everyone fell silent.

The girl did not blink, but looked around slowly and stiffly, her eyes looking empty and dull. There was no ripple when she looked at Snape who was holding her tightly.

"Cyrus..."

Snape kept calling her name but got no response. Salazar sighed from behind him, "Perhaps it was the effect of resurrection that made her forget everything. In other words, we only resurrected her body, but her soul is a brand new and unfamiliar one."

"She is who she is. Even if she loses everything, she is still who she is." Snape held her tighter. He gently rubbed the girl's forehead with the tip of his nose, leaned forward, and rested his chin on her neck. His dark pupils were filled with a peaceful and reassuring light. His fingers brushed the girl's long hair, and his slightly opened thin lips were tinged with tenderness that was hard to ignore.

"Your name is Cyrus. You are an excellent and powerful person. You are a student at Hogwarts who is loved by the professors, and a professor who is loved and respected by the students. You have a power stronger than anyone else, but also a heart that is weaker than others. You grow up step by step, suffer setbacks, experience the pain of the world, and feel the beauty. You are not afraid of death, but look forward to death, fear loss, desire light, and look forward to the future. You are the bravest Slytherin, the Slytherin who saved everyone with his own strength."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was clear and pleasant, "Cyrus, I love you, you are the one I love."

He seemed to feel the girl in front of him poking him, and he heard the girl's warm breath in his ear, "I love you too, Severus."

Snape was stunned at first, then he straightened up as if he had received an electric shock, and Cyrus's smiling red cheeks appeared in his pupils. He even found that Cyrus secretly gave a thumbs up to Salazar behind him.

"In fact, I also want to know what the gentleman is thinking. After all, there were so many things going on before that I didn't have time to confirm it. Ouch!" Cyrus touched his forehead which was red and swollen from being hit by Snape. Seeing Snape continue to lean forward, he closed his eyes involuntarily, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. I was wrong..."

There was no pain in her forehead, but a soft touch appeared at the corner of her lips. Snape suddenly kissed her, and the palm behind her head slightly tightened, pulling Cyrus closer to him. The two were immersed in a kiss full of friendship, and at this moment, they forgot everything around them.

"When will you stop lying to me?"

Only after Cyrus was kissed until her whole body was limp did Snape bear to let her go. He hugged the girl again, as if he would never let her leave again.

A few coughs with resentful emotions sounded, bringing the two back to reality. Grindelwald, Salazar, and Dumbledore wanted to stick in front of the two. Grindelwald pointed at Snape and said, "You kid." It seemed that the pressure brought by this sentence made him unable to speak. After a long stalemate, he put his hand down and said, "Forget it."

As he walked away with Dumbledore beside him, he still taunted him, "How does it feel to be killed by your own daughter? How could you fall to this level? Don't even think about me avenging you. I suffered enough when I promised you to take this old man away!"

Hearing this, Salazar's resentful eyes shifted from Snape to Grindelwald. Cyrus also laughed, "So it was Gellert who took you away in Slytherin House. I was worried for so long." Cyrus gestured to Snape to let her go, and she took Salazar's hand and shook it tightly, "Father, thank you."

Salazar smiled, nodded and hugged Cyrus, "It's because of your own energy that you can revive them. Even if all of us put together, we can't do it." Salazar patted Cyrus' head, "Welcome back, there are others here who miss you."