Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The scene gradually collapsed, and the fog obscured the vision. Dumbledore and Snape both stood up again, looking a little embarrassed. The two people looked at each other with complicated expressions, and for a moment they didn't know how to speak.

While her peers were still enjoying the pampering from their parents in warm homes, she grew up in a malicious environment. No one told her what a gift is, what Christmas is, and what love is. Torture in captivity, human experiments, fighting in the ring, indifference of people... Even the people she met after escaping from the nightmare repeatedly made her disappointed with the world.

"I don't care." Cyrus said calmly. She didn't feel how pitiful she was. She had no expectations for the world.

"Although I can't resonate with the so-called beauty in the world, I won't feel resentful either." Cyrus casually flipped through a book on the table, as if he was having a daily conversation with the two of them.

She was not afraid that Dumbledore would suddenly rebel and send her to Azkaban without any evidence, and her memory could be tampered with. Dumbledore sat back down opposite Cyrus: "Cyrus, if you don't mind... I can be your guardian."

Cyrus raised his head and looked at Dumbledore with a serious look on his face, "Thank you for your kindness. Sure enough, older people are easily moved. Do you think you feel sorry for me and want to give me some trivial compensation? You can still keep an eye on me openly." How much sense of accomplishment can such false kindness give you?"

She paused: "I am already in darkness, please don't try to save me just for that little sense of accomplishment. Some people and some things cannot be changed even by the greatest wizard. I think a centenarian like you should I won’t understand.”

Cyrus closed the book in his hand with a "pop" sound. "In the memory, can you tell what the tube of blood stuck into my neck is? My ability to be petrified is probably because of this tube of blood."

Quickly changing the subject, Dumbledore looked at Snape and saw Snape shaking his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell which magical creature's blood this comes from." Cyrus roughly guessed that it should be the blood of the basilisk based on the memory he saw in the void before, but Dumbledore didn't know the blood of the basilisk. The existence is still hidden from her.

Why was the basilisk's blood in the hands of a circus leader? He must not have known that it was the basilisk's blood, otherwise he wouldn't have injected it to her so casually. She hasn't figured out how to deal with the basilisk still living in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and she still has some time.

What Cyrus needs to do now is to figure out what it is that is calling her faintly, and why the direction calling her comes from somewhere other than Hogwarts. This is why she applied for suspension. If he wants to repay his husband's life-saving grace and make the Trafa family pay the price, Cyrus needs more power.

"What did you think about Angus' resurrection? Why did I succeed then..." Cyrus' tone was obviously a little more excited. She wanted to seize every opportunity to resurrect Angus, but was interrupted by Dumbledore:

"No matter how advanced the magic is, it can't change the trajectory of life, Cyrus. The reason why you were successful before was that you gave all your magic power and most of your soul to Angus to be able to maintain it. I don't know why you are like this Huge magic power, this is something that is simply impossible for others to do.

Angus can only eat flesh and blood with magical power as evidence. It needs to continuously absorb magic power to slow down the dissipation of the soul. Moreover...this method is not a long-term solution, as you should have noticed.

The soul you forcibly retained in it is unstable, and coupled with your own soul, the final result will only be death again... both of you. "

"So... what I did was not to save him, but to cause Angus to die again..." Cyrus' voice was trembling. She could not forgive herself for being so reckless at the time and harming Angus.

Dumbledore comforted: "But the time you spent together was wonderful and happy, wasn't it? Don't blame yourself, Angus will definitely not blame you."

Cyrus lost his composure in front of Dumbledore for the first time. He covered his face with his hands, showing no joy or sorrow. After a while, he took a deep breath:

"Then has Principal Dumbledore decided to agree to my request?"

"...Okay, how long will you be gone?"

"Maybe two or three days, maybe two or three years, I don't know."

"Cyrus, you..."

Cyrus looked at Snape beside him, "Sir, I have something to say to the principal alone. Can you wait for me outside first?"

Snape didn't move, staring at Cyrus for a long moment as if trying to figure out what she was thinking. He stood up, threw up his wizard robe and left quickly, as if he didn't want to stay another second.

"It seems that Principal Dumbledore is still very wary of me." Cyrus sat back in his chair, his tone a little arrogant, as if he had returned to the previous scene in the Slytherin lounge.

"Is it because of the mysterious man?"

The atmosphere also became solemn, "I have only heard a little bit about it. The heroic deeds of defeating two generations of Dark Lords are even recorded on chocolate cards. Now that Britain is at peace, you are cautious about everything, especially my appearance. Are you worried that I will become the next generation of the Dark Lord? Or - the mysterious man is not dead at all."

Cyrus saw the seriousness on Dumbledore's face deepen, "It seems that he is worried about the two... It is understandable, you are also old. Now there is no successor in the entire UK who can match your ability, even if the mysterious man is still You can still deal with it even if I'm not dead. You can't confirm whether I will grow up to become the Dark Lord in the future. When I grow up, you may have passed away long ago."

Cyrus's accurate guess made Dumbledore even more wary of the girl, but Cyrus was also thinking about something, as if he didn't understand.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, even if you are extremely capable, why do you have to take on all this? Before you became the greatest wizard in the world, you were just Albus Dumbledore.

Is it forced by the situation, or is it driven by a sense of justice? "

Dumbledore was stunned. The girl's question reminded him of the past, and his tone was a little sad.

"Maybe, I just don't want those happy families to be torn apart."

Cyrus didn't know what happened to Dumbledore when he was young. All she knew was what happened after the savior entered Hogwarts. So there are still two years left.

"How about a deal Dumbledore?" Cyrus stood up and extended his hand to Dumbledore.

"If the mysterious man comes back, I am not dead yet. I will stand with you on a united front against him. Of course I will act in my own way."

"If I find myself a pawn in your plan, I'm not sure how much I will grow, but by then please be prepared to face me and the mysterious man together. And I - I only need you as the greatest The wizard’s backing.”

Dumbledore stood up and shook hands with Cyrus, "What a shrewd boy." "To each other."

Seeing the girl's still outstretched hand, Dumbledore had a familiar yet ominous premonition. "This is?"

"I need travel expenses and living expenses while I am suspended from school. Thank you for your sponsorship and support."

"........."

The more Snape thought about it, the more depressed he became. What were the old and the young planning? Is it about a mysterious person? It's impossible. She doesn't know about it at all.

What on earth was she thinking? Snape was currently standing at the door of the principal's office, taking the place of the Globstone. It was neither possible for him to leave nor for him to continue to stay here.

Then he saw Cyrus who was sent out by the levitating spell and re-bandaged. He raised his eyebrows and said in a bad tone: "Sean Xiao...have you finished talking to Principal Dumbledore?" After reading that memory, he I don’t know what to call this girl. Bert Shawn adopted her for various purposes. He was not a completely evil person, but he was also a hateful and pitiful person. Just like...his father.

Cyrus, who landed firmly on the ground, patted his bulging pocket and said with great satisfaction: "Yes, sir. I'm going to say goodbye to Angus now, and then I'll leave."

"It seems that you think you can go out alone with one leg lame. What are you going to do?"

On the deserted road, the two of them walked very slowly. "Go find a place with a nice view and hang yourself. Oh, I'm kidding, I'm kidding... I suddenly grasped some reasons to live, so I want to wait a few years before dying. What about you?"

Cyrus did not look at Snape's suddenly frozen face, and said softly: "If Mr. dies, I may be sad. Can you help me visit Angus often while I'm away?"

A dissatisfied tone came, "I didn't expect that I would be cursed by my own students. Besides, I hate dogs." Cyrus was not frustrated by his rejection.

"It turns out you just hate dogs. Angus is Angus, and I'm just Cyrus." Cyrus looked at Snape in front of him who was used to walking fast but suppressed his pace.

"Sir, maybe the curse was not imposed on you by others, but by yourself. The same goes for me."

"I'm sorry for what happened before. Although those pure-blood families can't do anything to Dumbledore after I leave, they will definitely attack you... I am not able to solve it now."

Snape said irritably: "I hope you will move the organ on your neck before doing anything in the future! I don't need the help of a student, and you really have no respect for the great headmaster at all."

Cyrus's lips curved slightly, "Respect comes from the heart, not from superficial words. Besides, I don't like great people."

"It seems that Madam Pomfrey's potion has made Miss Cyrus glib." Cyrus felt a little happy when Snape called out his name for the first time in a long time.

"It's obviously set up by you, isn't it? Sir, when will you become more upright... Hey."

"Disrespecting Professor, you will be detained for three days." Snape withdrew his wand and said,

"But I'm leaving tonight..."

"The punishment will be reserved until you come back!"

Cyrus felt that joking with the professor was quite fun, "By the way, sir, can you send a message to the three people for me? Can you tell Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall that I am very grateful to them?"

Snape curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Go by yourself! Why are there only two of us, who is the remaining one?"

Cyrus had already walked out of the castle and turned to Snape with a smile. The blue eyes are like the stars in the sky, but the emptiness of the past is shining with light, making people involuntarily intoxicated.

The cold and cold face curved slightly, and his eyebrows were filled with a gentle smile: "The third person is of course the Dean of Slytherin."

Snape walked back to the cellar, his slightly curved mouth hidden in the darkness.

Cyrus had very little luggage. She had nothing but her personal weapons and purse. Those books and tools were badly damaged by Lina and others. Cyrus had Dumbledore's support and could buy new ones after returning to school.

She said goodbye to Professor Snape and sat for a while in front of Angus's monument. I always felt that something was missing, so I caught a butterfly deer and prepared it for Angus for dinner. She makes it every night, and it always feels wrong when she stops, even though her loyal diners are gone.

A plate of nutritious meat dinner was still in front of the stone monument. "I'm going to be away for a while. Can you wait here for me? Professor Snape will come to see you too."

When she walked out of the Forbidden Forest, she met Hagrid. Although he was tall and strong, he was as coquettish as a little girl. Yaya was following behind him and he didn't dare to come forward to say hello to Cyrus.

"Well, Cyrus! Regarding Angus... I'm really sorry. Aragog, he may, wuwu, may not live for a few days. I know it clearly... but you are all my friends... wuwu Woohoo...I don't know what to do..."

Cyrus stopped moving forward and turned around, "Hagrid, you are a kind person. You love nature and treat animals like friends. But have you ever thought about how cute those animals are in your eyes? Does a small animal that won’t harm you really pose no threat to others?

This time it was my friend, but what if next time it was another student in the school, or another professor? Can you then excuse them by saying they are your friends?

I'm glad you still consider me a friend. Goodbye Hagrid, Angus loved your Christmas present. "

Cyrus walked silently on the way to Hogsmeade. When she got to Hogsmeade, she could use Apparition to leave.

The six months since arriving at Hogwarts have been very complicated for Cyrus. She no longer has to worry about food and clothing, and can also learn knowledge. Someone showed kindness to her, but the most important person was lost forever.

She originally planned to live a peaceful life with Angus, but now she is stepping into the center of the whirlpool.

Walking to an alley in Hogsmeade, she felt the place calling her in her heart. It’s a bit far, but luckily it’s still in the UK.

She took a deep breath and concentrated, imagining directing her magic to that location. "Peng!" Cyrus appeared in a plain with no horizon, surrounded by nothing.

But the feeling in my heart was very strong. It was right here. Was it protected by magic? Then she unwraps the bandage, revealing blue reality and red nothingness.

She looked around with her azure eyes. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a sharp sting. Various spells emitting strong light almost blinded her eyes.

This hidden spell is too powerful. Although her eyes are powerful, she can see all kinds of magic at any time and cannot ignore it. This means that if a hundred people use simple spells in front of Cyrus, she will be blinded by the magic. Cyrus quickly closed his eyes. Then there was a loud noise, like the sound of an iron door opening and closing.

"Welcome back, Master."