Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

After school started normally, Cyrus would occasionally go to Snape's office in the evening to ask questions about Potions. Although he seemed impatient every time, he would give his unique personal insights to each question.

Medusa was afraid of Cyrus and would run along the stone wall to stay elsewhere at night whenever she was around. Wait until Cyrus leaves before going back. Cyrus has no way to use her own magic, and only Potions, which does not require a wand, has some sense of participation for her.

At first, Snape hinted in a roundabout way that she could go to Dumbledore or Ms. Pomfrey in the school infirmary to check on her magic problem. He knew Cyrus's attitude towards Dumbledore, but he didn't expect Cyrus to do the same. I am quite reluctant to go to the school doctor's office.

Every time Cyrus was injured, she would solve it by herself. For minor problems, Renren would recover. For problems that couldn't be solved, such as the broken bone last time, she would find a deserted classroom and brew potions by herself. Snape would only be consulted when there were materials that could not be purchased immediately or when there were difficulties in preparation, but such cases were rare.

Lena Shafique and others seemed to have given up on revenge against Cyrus. At least Snape never saw them embarrass Cyrus in public again.

Snape's curiosity about Cyrus has not dispelled. These days of contact have made him discover that the girl has high understanding and talent, but it may only be for potions. Cyrus would answer many questions once and draw inferences from them for more in-depth research.

There is also some knowledge that she should not know, although it is only a very superficial understanding. But for a little wizard who had just entered school for a year, he didn't think Cyrus had such a wide range of reading.

"What were you doing before?"

Even though he knew the girl wouldn't answer, Snape couldn't help but say it. Every time he guesses the girl's identity, he can't help but think of the mysterious person. And the deep blue pupils are very similar to Dumbledore's.

As soon as this idea came up, Snape said, "How is this possible?" Cyrus stopped stirring and lowered his head slightly: "If Professor Snape is interested in my identity, it is impossible for you to get the answer. Because I don't know it myself."

"Then you...are you not curious at all?"

"Not at all, so what if I know. I am Cyrus, and I am only Cyrus."

Snape remembered what Dumbledore had said before, that the girl longed to die. She has no interest in who she is, has no desires, and seems to have no idea about the future.

"Sir...why did you save me that day?"

"There are so many reasons why, you are my student!"

"But I wasn't then."

"........."

"........."

Snape himself didn't know the reason for the sudden heat in his head at that time. He could have ignored the girl, he had nothing to do with her.

It may be due to a resonance, which Snape gradually understood after a few years. It turned out that he was not saving a child's life at that time, but he had a deep resonance with the two people who were stuck in the quagmire. In the deep, imperceptible darkness, he saw an existence similar to his own. But that’s a story for another day.

The conversation between the two ended briefly, and they were speechless. Then Snape retaliated by taking out two large buckets of slugs for Cyrus to deal with. In an atmosphere of silence and embarrassment, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Serapha Travers, the female prefect of Slytherin, entered the door anxiously after Snape's answer:

"Professor Snape, some Gryffindor students sneaked into the Slytherin common room to cause trouble. Sam and the others chased those people to the Gryffindor common room!"

Snape angrily threw the book in his hand on the table, "Go back as soon as you finish dealing with these!"

After saying these words, he threw up his black robe and left quickly. Snape's wizard robe was large and wide, rising behind him with his anxious steps, like a huge bat flying by.

Angus, who was resting at the door, was also startled by the menacing big black bat. Serapha Travers glanced at Angus next to him with a sly look in his eyes, and followed Snape upstairs.

Not long after, Cyrus simply cleaned the stained knife and hands, tidied the area and left. The moment she pushed open the stone door, her breathing stopped as she looked at the empty sides.

"Angus...Angus." Cyrus murmured and looked around. She felt cold all over and couldn't breathe. She ran towards the Slytherin lounge like crazy, rushed into the door and still found no one, which made her even more panicked.

She felt the blood in her body flow backwards, and the magic power that was originally as silent as stagnant water collided in her body. Feeling the burning sensation in her soul, she held on to the wall and moved forward step by step, not caring about her physical condition. The pull from her soul brought her to the Forbidden Forest.

Cyrus ran desperately into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. She did not go to the lake. She followed the familiar connection from her soul to a high, rolling forest filled with mist.

There were spider webs everywhere. Cyrus wisely stayed away after discovering that this was a place where an eight-eyed spider tribe lived. A single eight-eyed spider is very difficult to deal with. Their venom poisons the body very quickly and they are huge. Not to mention a group of hundreds living together.

The clicking sounds from the eight-eyed spider's claws were clearly audible. The clicking sounds from all directions gradually became louder, and several huge spiders also fell from the towering tree crowns...

Snape walked in front of several Slytherin boys with a very scary look on his face, "Reckless and stupid! You can lose even a few stupid lions after chasing them! If you are so foolhardy, it's really a shame for Slytherin!" Get back here now!"

After squinting at the boys with unkind eyes, he rubbed his temples. Why are students nowadays so maddening? Stupid Gryffindor trolls actually come into the Slytherin common room and cause trouble, and they haven't been caught yet.

Snape was filled with hatred when he remembered that he had just rushed into the Gryffindor common room and failed to catch anyone's flaws. Professor McGonagall was also a protective person and would not give in at all.

Suddenly a fire appeared in front of his eyes, and Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes quickly disappeared after leaving a card behind.

Snape knew that this was the way Dumbledore used to contact him urgently, and there were two words written on the card: Forbidden Forest!

When Snape came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he felt an extremely violent magical agitation. Beasts fled and birds screamed in fear one after another. Is some powerful magical creature in the Forbidden Forest out of control? The deeper you go into the Forbidden Forest, the more intense your heart palpitations become.

Dumbledore's anxious and serious voice came: "Severus! Go to the gathering place of the eight-eyed spiders. I need to calm down the irritable animals and centaurs!" Snape followed the strong smell of blood and cautiously moved forward. A gathering place for eye spiders! Snape didn't know how many broken bodies and limbs of the eight-eyed spider he stepped on along the way.

The damp soil on the ground was tinged with blood, and the turbid air mixed with the smell of spider liquid and blood hit Snape's bloodless face. The rustling sound of insect limbs digging into the ground, the clear clicking sound, and... Snape's brain buzzed. And - that melodious humming.

Snape looked at the girl who was surrounded by piles of spider corpses in the distance. In front of her, an eight-eyed spider the size of a house was struggling on its back on the ground. Three of its eight originally strong spider legs were broken... four. ...The clicking sound kept coming, and every time it sounded, the spider's shrill scream was heard.

The girl's body was covered in green mucus, and there were remnants of spider webs on her limbs. The warm liquid oozing from her face obscured her face, and her slightly opened thin lips hummed a melodious tune. This time Snape finally heard the call hidden in the sad voice:

“Because I enjoy it, its splendor.

Because of enduring, its decay.

You said not to chase me, but you were reluctant to let me go. "

"So life - it is as bitter as a song..."

Spiders surged in from a distance and surrounded the two of them. Snape pulled out his wand and stood in front of the girl. "The Peak of God is Shadowless!" Sharp blades of air flew out and cut off the spiders that jumped towards him.

He was thinking quickly about how to lead the girl behind him to break out of the encirclement. At this moment, a strong wind behind him passed by his ears, cutting into pieces two or three spiders on the opposite side that were preparing to attack.

The girl walked out from behind him, her empty blood-colored eyes filled with murderous intent. Every time she took a step forward, a clicking sound could be heard in the air. The manic magic in his body is still growing, as if it has finally returned to where it belongs, freely controlled by the girl.

The powerful magic pressure crushed a spider that just wanted to come forward, harvesting life like a god of death. Liquid splashed everywhere, the body cracked, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, just like purgatory on earth.

Then, there was deathly silence. The largest eight-eyed spider was panting heavily and still trying to struggle. It was old and its eight eyes could no longer see clearly. But he could still vaguely see that his children and grandchildren died one by one at the hands of the little wizard.

With the instinct of beasts, the remaining eight-eyed spiders fled under Cyrus' terrifying magic. When it saw that scary girl approaching again, it actually spoke human language:

"No! It wasn't us, it was a group of little wizards who threw that dog in the Forbidden Forest!"

boom! The magical pressure around the girl became even stronger, and Snape's black robe was torn by invisible magic.

"Cyrus!! No! It's my friend, Cyrus! Aragog!"

Hagrid's rough shout came, and he ran anxiously to the Aragog with a kerosene lamp in hand to block Cyrus. His huge body was like a wall, blocking his friends behind him.

Snape also wanted to grab Cyrus's shoulder at this time, but his palm was cut open by a strong wind. Yaya's cry came from the side, whining, so helpless. Yaya nudged the stiff and cold corpse on the ground with his nose, and some green blood solidified on the soft brown fur.

The abdomen was sunken, as if all the internal organs, flesh and blood had disappeared. Snape knew that this was a unique way of eating for spiders. They liked to inject venom into their prey, wait for all the organs to melt into liquid, and then suck them dry.

Hagrid looked at Angus's flat body like a mummy and choked: "I...Cyrus, I don't know...but Aragog...I beg you...don't!" almost begging Cyrus. .

"You value your friends...and- where are mine."

Cyrus stared at Hagrid with his bleeding eyes, then raised his right hand and made a fist again. "Ah - Hagrid! Save me!" Aragog's legs were broken again.

"who is it?"

"Ah! I don't know!"

click!

"Cyrus! Wuwuwu, I beg you!" Hagrid stepped forward to stop Cyrus, but his body stagnated and turned to stone.

逃吧

"who is it!"

"A few little wizards... are wearing... wearing green robes!"

Aragog felt the restraints on his body disappear, and he tremblingly used his remaining two legs to drag his huge body towards the woods behind him. A cold yet penetrating joking voice sounded from behind,

"Ha...run away...when you see me next time, how many of your children's lives will be buried with you?"