Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus knelt beside the tree and dug out the soil with trembling hands. The weather in January was cold, the soil had become much harder, and his hands were red and scratched by stones, but none of these could stop Cyrus from moving.

Time passed by, and the morning light shone on Cyrus through the gaps in the leaves, not warm at all. Cyrus took out the large glass jar he had purchased previously from his pocket. Snape twitched his eyes and sighed. With a wave of his wand, the glass jar turned into a rectangular glass coffin. Angus lay quietly in the coffin, and Cyrus cleaned up the dirt on him.

His hand touched the cold glass coffin, just like he had touched Angus before. Soil gradually covered the entire coffin, and Cyrus was thankful that she couldn't see anything now. A stone tablet was erected in front of Angus's tomb, which was engraved with:

Angus

My Guardian Angel

"I'm sorry Angus, I didn't protect you well." Cyrus knelt in front of the stone tablet and murmured, caressing the stone tablet and leaving a shallow kiss mark on it. When she stood up again, her expression had returned to calm.

"Then Professor Snape, can you take me to the principal's office...eh?!"

Cyrus was carried back to the school doctor's office while floating, and was forced back to the bed. Cyrus was also a little helpless. She held on to her body, which was about to faint,

"Principal Dumbledore?" Cyrus asked tentatively, "Dumbledore... a foolish centenarian... who likes to steal..."

A candy jumped into her mouth to prevent Cyrus from revealing his true nature, "I will satisfy your curiosity after I regain my basic sensory abilities. Before that, I hope you can give me a quiet enough healing environment.

I don't want to wake up the next day to a bunch of pure-blood old men and women pointing their noses and scolding me. Such a simple request from a student, surely the greatest wizard could do it. Don't poke around in my body, if I wake up and find something unusual, those people can't just drink a bottle of demulcent and be cured. "

After saying that, Cyrus fell on the bed and fell asleep. She was really too weak.

Rather than being treated in the school doctor's office, it was more like being imprisoned there. I drink various potions every day, and gradually I can taste some flavor from the tasteless potions. It seems to be Madam Pomfrey's fault.

During this period, the twins wanted to visit Cyrus, but were stopped by Madam Pomfrey. Cyrus also secretly asked her not to ask anyone to visit, and she needed to think carefully about what happened next. Dumbledore also kept his promise, and there were no interruptions from reporters or parents of the students. She lay in the school doctor's office for half a month before she could almost get out of bed and walk.

At night, Cyrus sneaked out of the school infirmary after Madam Pomfrey went to rest. "It seems that Miss Sean has fully recovered. Are you eager to go out at night?" Snape said in a tired and low voice from the side. came, and the figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

Cyrus did not wear a bandage during the treatment in the school infirmary. The scar on her forehead became lighter after using the scar removal cream given by Madam Pomfrey. With her blue pupils, she gradually revealed her original exquisiteness. face. Snape looked at her face a little longer and then looked away. "Sir, can you take me to the principal's office?"

Snape was still striding ahead, but his pace was obviously slowing down. Cyrus's right leg had been bitten by an eight-eyed spider and the venom had eroded the nerves. Now he was still walking unsteadily, so he could only slowly follow Snape.

She couldn't help but look at Snape's back. He really looked like a big bat. Won't that robe drag on the floor? Cyrus's thoughts gradually drifted away. Ever since he was injured and entered the school doctor's office, his thoughts seemed to have become wild and wild. Places that I didn't pay attention to before will now be looked at curiously.

As I was walking, I bumped into Snape in front of me. He smelled of herbs and a bit bitter. Before Cyrus could stand still, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Snape's black robe to steady himself.

When she looked up, she met the eyes as dark as obsidian. She never seems to take a serious look at anyone's pupils, which is the color she likes: black...

Snape turned sideways and looked at Cyrus condescendingly, "It seems that Miss Sean has not really recovered yet."

Cyrus looked at Snape's eyes in a daze. After letting go of his black robe, he slowly said: "Your eyes are very beautiful." Snape's face was cold and indifferent. He turned around and hummed before facing the dripping stone guarding the principal's office. The beast says the command "Zi Zi Honey Candy."

The gargoyle got out of the way and there were stairs going up step by step. Cyrus entered first. She held onto the wall and used her left leg to push up the steps at a turtle's speed.

"Tsk!" The collar was lifted up. Cyrus was now 11 years old, but his height and body shape were not as high as those of most of his peers. Dumbledore smiled when he saw Cyrus being carried into the principal's office with all his limbs drooping: "Haha Severus, I don't accept students who are caught wandering at night."

Cyrus's face became as dark and embarrassed as Snape's. She was placed on the chair opposite Dumbledore. Snape had no intention of leaving and sat beside Cyrus. Phoenix Fox didn't seem to like Cyrus very much. He stood on the elm branch of the desk and looked at her with caution.

"Would you like some cockroach pile, Cyrus? Although it looks a little scary, it is filled with peanuts and is delicious. I heard from Madam Pomfrey that your sense of taste has recently recovered. It's a happy thing, isn't it?"

Cyrus was actually a little curious about the sweetness and bitterness in people's mouths, and looked at the plate of sweets that looked like real cockroaches, with their tentacles and legs still trembling. He took out the cockroach at the top and bit off the cockroach's head without hesitation.

Snape looked at him with disdain. He thought that no one except Dumbledore would be willing to eat that disgusting-looking thing. The peanut filling exploded in his mouth, and Cyrus was a little unaccustomed to the strong sweetness. Is this sweetness? I don't like it.

"Haha, finally someone understands my preferences. What do you want to drink?"

"black coffee"

"What does that smell like?"

"bitter"

"Then I want black coffee, too."

Two cups of coffee appeared, and Cyrus looked at Snape, who was obviously more energetic after drinking. I tried taking a sip or two, and I seemed to be more able to accept the bitter taste.

No longer wasting time, Cyrus now did not shy away from showing his blue eyes and looked at Dumbledore very generously, "My entire past 6 years ago, in exchange for you meeting my two requirements."

"Oh? What's the request, Cyrus?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with light, "Cyrus Sean was suspended from school because he broke the hallucinogenic potion during a dispute with others, causing everyone present to hallucinate. "

Cyrus held out his index and middle fingers, "Another request. No one will monitor or follow me during my suspension. Give me enough time."

"This was caused by a minor dispute between students and is not enough to expel a student."

"You know that by telling you my past, I am exchanging your trust during my suspension from school."

"Cyrus..."

"I just want to go out for a walk, you can make a decision after reading my memories."

"Okay, Cyrus, this requires your cooperation, please try not to resist, okay."

Cyrus looked away, "I don't like the sense of inquiry of Legilimency. Even if you insist, I will cast an illusion on myself like last time, and you won't see anything. I've read about it in books. The alchemical object of the Pensieve exists within which memories can be placed and viewed.”

Dumbledore sighed, "Cyrus, take out your memory and put it into the pensieve. Improper operation of this spell may cause confusion in your memory. Moreover, you were unable to release magic a while ago."

"How to extract memory? Demonstrate it once, and if I can't do it, use Legilimency. Don't worry, using hallucinations to change memories is too dangerous, and I won't do it."

Unable to summon the pensieve, Dumbledore tapped his temple with his wand, and then a silvery memory was pulled out. Then the wand was shaken into the pensieve.

"Cyrus, the memory spell is to find relevant pictures in the mind and then use magic power..."

There seemed to be magic in her blue pupils, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest and thought for a while. She walked to the pensieve, closed her eyes, and pointed her right index finger at her temple. Then a wisp of memory was pulled out. Cyrus threw it into the pensieve and sat back down in front of the two people's astonished eyes.

"Principal Dumbledore, can you get me some more food or drinks with different flavors? I want to try them all. Take your time and watch."

Cast the spell silently without a wand, and it succeeds the first time. "Is it because of your eyes?"

Dumbledore and Snape's attention shifted entirely from the pensieve to the girl's eyes. Snape also recalled that night in the Forbidden Forest, the girl's move of cutting the eight-eyed spider with an air blade was very similar to his self-created spell Kamikaze Shadowless.

He only used it a few times in front of her, and did she fully learn it? And it’s also silent and wandless! Cyrus was also a little confused;

"Is it because of your eyes that you can learn spells immediately?" Cyrus narrowed his eyes and frowned:

"You...can't see the magic?"

The two of them were even more confused. Dumbledore had lived for more than 150 years and had seen many magical things, but he had never heard of the idea of ​​seeing magic. "Cyrus, can you elaborate?"

"Of course, if Headmaster Dumbledore demonstrates Disapparation a few times in front of me."

"Of course, if Cyrus you are willing to tell me the principle of how you can see magic power first."

The old man and the young man began to compete again, and Snape had the illusion that the two were very similar. Was Dumbledore like this when he was young? "Miss Sean, where did you learn the spell you used in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Didn't you show it in front of me?"

"Miss Shawn doesn't even know how to cast the spell, and I don't remember teaching anyone this spell."

"This self-created spell is very genius." Snape was not disgusted by Cyrus's straightforward compliment. Cyrus looked at Dumbledore opposite, then turned to Snape and pointed to his ear.

Snape had a strange expression on his face after realizing it, and then cast an ear-blocking spell in front of Dumbledore.

"Okay Miss Sean, I don't know what to prepare for your principal's needs - after all, he is recognized as the greatest wizard."

Although Snape said this, he was still a little happy inside. "About you being able to see magic..."

"The ability of my eyes is not just to use illusion. Strictly speaking, it is to switch between reality and illusion. Illusion can create illusions, and reality can penetrate the essence of things. When using magic, magic is always running, and I can see See how the magic power is moved, formed, split, and then turned into mature spells."

"According to what you said, the magic power of each spell is completely different. Just like individual individuals, completely different spells can be formed by merging with different individuals or changing the arrangement."

"That's true, but I don't have the freedom to create new spells now. I can only complete the spell by watching and imitating it. Just like the memory spell just now has no shadow with your divine wind, I imitate the magic to move around. Change the way you want to perform successfully."

"So if you just control magic power, you can cast spells without the guidance of a medium, that is, a wand. What is the effect and power?"

"I don't know about this. I couldn't use magic power before and I was always wearing a bandage. I had no chance to try."

Snape also became interested, and his empty pupils shone a little brightly. "What about your petrification ability? Is it also achieved through this method?"

Cyrus shook his head, "I don't know." At this moment, Dumbledore coughed, and the two of them realized that the discussion just now was so heated that they had completely forgotten his existence.

"...You should know that the great Dumbledore will not be stopped by an ear plug." Snape returned to his cold expression.

"Of course, after all, the headmaster is a centenarian who bargains with children." Snape snorted with the corner of his mouth raised, feeling that this child had talked more since that day.

With staff professors who did not hesitate to expose him and students who did not mind mocking him, Dumbledore felt that he had aged more than 20 years in an instant.

"Cyrus, actually I wanted to ask before. Why did you become so hostile to me from the moment we met?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows and gave Dumbledore a look that said he didn't want to ask questions knowingly.

"Ever since I saw you, I've been feeling a little irritable in my heart. Well, Principal Dumbledore, please fulfill your promise and demonstrate the Apparition. It's not like you didn't hear the conversation just now."

There is a spell in Hogwarts Castle that restricts disembodiment, and only the headmaster has the privilege to use it. In order to practice for himself, Dumbledore took her and Snape to apparate to an uninhabited high ground.

In fact, it's not teaching at all. It only takes Dumbledore himself to demonstrate it a few times before Cyrus can learn it. In order to see whether different people cast the same spell differently, Snape reluctantly cast it once.

Since Cyrus had just recovered his magic power, the control was not particularly accurate, and the position of the apparation was also deviated. But it won’t be a problem with more practice later on. Other than that, there was no difference between the apparation performed by Cyrus and the two of them. Dumbledore's face was also a little solemn.