Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Snape couldn't care less about Hagrid and was about to send a stunner to Cyrus. She had to be knocked unconscious, and he knew the girl's next step was to find the Slytherin student. Sure enough, there was something fishy about what just happened. He was distracted by those students.

"I'm afraid sir, you don't understand my abilities. Even if you want to stop me, as long as I'm not killed by you, the giant will fall apart in the next second. Do you think it's okay to just leave Hagrid alone? You - —Dare you gamble with his life?"

Cyrus knelt down beside Angus' lifeless body and caressed his face. He carefully put Angus back into his pocket and limped toward the castle without taking any precautions against Snape.

Snape clutched his wand tightly, thinking inwardly. He wasn't sure if what Cyrus said was true, but as a professor he couldn't let Cyrus attack students.

"Promise me - don't kill anyone!" Snape could only place his hope on the other professors who were still in the castle. Why hasn't Dumbledore come yet? He wished he could stop Cyrus with words. The girl paused and looked back at Snape.

Those two deep eyes were like bottomless pools of water, deep and empty, with a cold chill, "Sometimes, living is the most painful. I think you know this feeling best."

"Damn it!" Snape saw Cyrus disappearing into the trees and had no time to think about what she said. He immediately turned around to check Hagrid's petrified state.

"Hahaha! Isn't it just a beast? Did you see the way she hurriedly ran into the Forbidden Forest? It's so embarrassing!" Serafa Travers was sitting in the lounge, next to the few people who had gone before. A boy pretending to chase a Gryffindor student.

Lina Shafik and Kerry were also laughing and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Serafa. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to figure out how to retaliate against her! Because of her disgusting face, I did it for several days. Nightmare."

Serafa waved her hand: "Of course I'm happy to help Uncle Shafik's request. She is an unknown person with no background and no magic. How much trouble can she cause."

Everything was a trap set by them. After Linna was frightened by Cyrus's face, she immediately wrote a letter to her family and asked her father to ask Principal Dumbledore to expel her from school. But because Cyrus had no intention of harming any students, he was rejected outright.

Cyrus had been staying in school and there was no way to approach her from the outside, so Lina's father asked Serapha Travers, who was also a pureblood, and of course he was happy to receive the favor from a pureblood. Serafa knew that Cyrus wouldn't take anything soft and hard, and would only react to the beast around him, so he came up with such a plan.

She knew that Cyrus would be separated from Angus every time he entered the headmaster's office, so she ordered several boys to divert Snape's attention and take him away. Then he found an excuse to sneak back and attack Angus unconsciously. Then he, Lina and others threw Angus in a place where there would be traces of the eight-eyed spider's activity.

In order to ensure that she would not be attacked by other animals, she brought an invisibility cloak at home that could hide her breath. When she saw Cyrus rushing into the bedroom with a pale face but unable to find the dog, Serafa felt happy.

Snape rushed into the Slytherin lounge with Hagrid, who was still a little stiff. At that time, he was anxious to find herbs for Hagrid. Unexpectedly, his petrification would automatically be released within 10 minutes. There were still snot and tears on his face, and he was crying while running after Snape.

If Snape hadn't been able to apparate in school, he would have wanted to leave the crying giant next to him and turn into a bat and fly into the school. He saw Dumbledore standing at the door of the common room, along with the other three Heads of House.

I felt relieved a little, but then there was a scream that echoed throughout the cellar. He pushed through the stunned crowd and rushed to Dumbledore's side, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

Following his gaze, Cyrus, neatly dressed, was sitting on the sofa in the middle, humming a song very comfortably, and still beating the beat with his fingers. It was as if the reaper who was covered in blood, whose clothes were torn, and was harvesting among the spiders just now was not her. But the bandage on her face was gone, and the hideous scars looked particularly frightening against the backdrop of her smiling eyes. It was completely different from the warm smile he saw last time by the Forbidden Forest Lake.

His scarlet eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent, and he looked at the boys lying on the ground writhing in pain in a very playful manner. Kneeling at her feet were Serafa and Lina, who were trembling. Snape didn't know what was going on with the boys on the ground. He didn't see any signs of spells, but their faces were twisted and they were holding their stomachs and twisting wildly.

"Cyrus, stop!" Dumbledore stopped the professors who wanted to step forward and spoke proactively. His tone was serious and commanding.

"why?"

Cyrus looked at Dumbledore with interest, as if he had discovered something very interesting. Snape swore that tonight was the most expressive he had ever seen Cyrus' face.

"I'm sorry about Angus. But they are all students and will be punished accordingly."

Seeing that Cyrus didn't respond, he still hummed. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and her chest kept rising and falling as if to suppress the anger in her heart: "Cyrus, although I don't know exactly what happened. But hurting a classmate is a very serious matter!"

Cyrus leaned on the sofa again, raised his head and nodded at Dumbledore with the tip of his nose:

"Really? Headmaster Dumbledore, why don't you tell Professor McGonagall, and everyone here, what you know? I mean - all of it."

Everyone looked at Dumbledore, their white eyebrows frowning slightly, "...Cyrus, I'm sorry. I thought..."

Before Dumbledore could say anything, he was interrupted by Cyrus, "You think I don't care, that's a good excuse. I really don't care, but I'm tired of your temptations... Then - the fun begins!" "

Move your fingers, make an upward stroke with your index and middle fingers, poof! Blood splattered, and several boys on the ground were twitching and foaming at the mouth, mumbling something in their mouths. Their intestines burst out of their bellies and floated in the air with Cyrus's dancing fingers.

The dark green ceiling is decorated with bright red, and bunches of bright small fountains spray on the milky white expensive carpet. The students who were disturbed by the screams walked out of the room and screamed with fright when they saw this scene. Some even sat on the ground and cried.

At that moment, Professor Sprout cried, Professor Freevey said "Oh my God" in a hoarse voice, and Professor McGonagall watched in disbelief as each student twitched in a pool of blood, his eyes red. Snape's hand holding the wand fell into his palm, and his dark pupils collided with the brightest red in the room. Her teasing eyes were full of...pain.

Cyrus turned to look at Serafa and Lina who were nearly fainting - "Does it look good?"

Boom! Boom! The two fainted, "Ah... so life, it is as bitter as a song."

"Enough!" Dumbledore roared, and a white spell sank into Cyrus' chest. The surrounding air twists and deforms,

"Despicable...great one."

Cyrus lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes, his face still looking playful. The blood stains on the carpet disappeared as if they had never been there. Mag looked at the students he was holding. They were safe and sound. They were just lying quietly, as if they were asleep.

The room filled with the smell of blood was restored to its original state, except for the clothes on Cyrus's body that became torn, and the wounds that were as hideous as the scars on his face were exposed, covered with mud and green venom. The sofa beneath her suddenly turned red, and spring-like blood overflowed from under her body, ticking... ticking... dripping crisply into everyone's heart.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Snape stood outside the door of the school doctor's office. Other staff went to calm the students and maintain order. The sudden incident in the Slytherin lounge destined everyone to have a sleepless night.

Professor McGonagall looked anxious as she looked at the two men who also had ugly faces and fell into silence. Because Dumbledore and Snape had a rough guess about the ability of Cyrus's eyes, they saw that it was just an illusion created by Cyrus. Professor McGonagall and others were too concerned about the safety of the students to pay attention.

At this time, the door of the school infirmary opened, and Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore with red eyes and a solemn face: "Principal Dumbledore, the other students were not injured in any way. They can be discharged after waking up and drinking a bottle of palliatives." .

But that child, what happened to her? ! The magic power was exhausted, and her soul was scattered like fragments. There were more than one wound and tear on her body from wild beasts, and the poison of the eight-eyed spider was seriously eroded in her body. The most important thing is... She... No part of her body is intact from the original injuries she suffered. The new injuries cover the old ones, and the bones have been broken many times with signs of growth. "

Several people slowly walked to the bed where Cyrus was lying. Madam Pomfrey suppressed her hoarse and choked voice: "Forget about those old injuries, there are still many bruises, redness and swelling caused by others, and even small evil wounds." Traces of the curse. These are all new injuries in recent months... Why didn't she come to the school doctor's office?! Not even once..."

Madam Pomfrey's meaning is self-evident. Since entering Hogwarts, this girl has not been as relaxed as she appears. From the pranks she has made to the bullying from the people around her, it is all reflected in her body.

Professor McGonagall had already turned her back and secretly wiped away her tears. She really couldn't bear to face the girl whom she had just misunderstood as the perpetrator.

Snape looked at Dumbledore while blaming himself and angry: "So you know everything she just said. You know everything she went through in school?!"

"Severus, I need to be absolutely certain of what she is hiding from us."

"So this is it? Push her into a corner to see if she will kill others like the mysterious person?!"

"What happened tonight was an accident and my negligence...I will not put my students into a dangerous situation."

"Of course, Principal Dumbledore, you will protect your students. I believe that if Cyrus used other magic spells instead of the Phantom Mirror tonight, she would turn into a corpse the second before she cast the spell! What about her? She is also...my student!"

"That's enough! You two! Let this child have a good rest!" Madam Pomfrey was very responsible for treating her patients, and the quarrel between the two made her bad mood reach its peak. Dumbledore took a deep breath and approached Cyrus with a complex expression, wanting to explore her soul.

"If you don't kill me, you will regret it one day." Cyrus' weak tone came out, and Dumbledore was stunned. "Cyrus... I'm sorry, really." The girl got up with difficulty and tried to get out of bed, but Professor McGonagall ignored her attempts to dissuade her.

Cyrus, who refused to let anyone get close to him, said: "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. The only five senses I have now are touch. I'm not sure who is here. Professor Snape, are you there?"

After a moment, Cyrus felt a tap on the top of his head with a wand, "Angus."

Then Cyrus felt a stiff, cold weight being gently placed on his leg. Cyrus held the coldness in front of him for a long time, as if he wanted to warm it with his body temperature.

Later, everyone discovered that Cyrus was using the little magic power left in his body, trying to transfer it to Angus. "I don't need magic, I don't need a soul... I just want you..."

Dumbledore quickly reached out to grab Cyrus, but was slapped away by a hand: "If I can save him once, I can save him a second time!"

"Pia!" Snape hit Cyrus hard on the head with his wand... everyone was stunned, including Cyrus. Cyrus bit his lip, "Is there no other way...Is it really impossible to save him?"

There was no response. The girl raised her head and faced everyone, waiting for an answer as usual. Still no response.

Cyrus stretched out his hand: "Professor Snape, can you take me and Angus to the lake? I haven't lost the ability to walk yet."

This time Cyrus waited for a long time, and his raised hand did not fall. Thick wizard robes covered her body, and a force held Cyrus holding Angus steadily in the air. Cyrus gradually felt the cold atmosphere of the Forbidden Forest, and soon she was placed on the grass covered with morning frost.

Cyrus still held Angus, rubbing one hand on the ground, and slowly explored the big tree where he and Angus used to rest.

The low and loud bell rings, but it can no longer wake you from your deep sleep.

I wish so much, this is a nightmare. But it has definitely become my nightmare.

Please don't be silent, it's obvious that you hold the spark in your hand to light up the darkness.

You were riddled with wounds, and a familiar voice once again crossed your ears.

Experienced, lost, come, released, laughed, cried, roared.

The glory and decay of life are so blurred.

Are you reluctant to leave just like that?

Life is like a bitter song that makes people want to enjoy the beauty of the sea of ​​flowers in bloom and the swallows returning to their nests.

But what should I do if everything cannot be repeated?

So...who should I exist for?

Cyrus wanted to cry loudly, but his throat seemed to be strangled, and he screamed and cried in his heart. The heart-breaking pain, a series of tears silently flowed down the face, without making any sound, just letting the tears keep flowing.

He couldn't come back, he was there every time he fell into darkness, but he wasn't there anymore. I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, I can't feel anything. Back to the unaccompanied nothingness a long time ago.

"I have nothing left...then why should I live..."

A wand hit Cyrus on the head, a little hard. Cyrus raised his head stiffly, followed the feeling and grabbed the arm holding the wand and pulled it forward.

The smell of herbs hit him. Cyrus grabbed Snape's wrist, put the wand against his neck and choked: "Kill me... please..."

Cyrus felt his hand being violently thrown away, and then pulled to open his palm, and a rough but warm touch came. Snape left a line of words on Cyrus' palm,

"You haven't repaid me for saving my life."

"No death allowed."