Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus put on the bandage again, and a high-pitched voice appeared: "Welcome back, master. We have been waiting here for thousands of years, and we are finally waiting for you."

The short and skinny house elf bowed deeply to Cyrus with wide eyes. He did not dare to react in the face of Cyrus's silence, so he maintained a bowing posture that was about to break him.

"Get up, take me inside first." Although Cyrus didn't know where this was, there was obviously something calling him inside. The house elf seemed to have mistaken himself, but that was for the better.

"Okay master!" Then he stepped aside and bowed slightly. Cyrus stepped into the area that was hidden by the spell. It might be that the space was too big for her to sense anything, so she said, "Just change your body and take me inside."

House elves can apparate, and they are not restricted at Hogwarts. "It's the master!" He stood up on tiptoes and gently placed his hand on Cyrus's outstretched right arm. The two of them appeared in the luxuriously decorated but elegant hall.

Suddenly Cyrus was surrounded by house elves, shouting excitedly: "Master, you are finally back!" It was so noisy... Why are there so many house elves? Whose mansion is this? It stands to reason that house elves only exist in those ancient pure-blood families, but each family should have one house elf. House elves protect their masters from generation to generation, and only when this generation dies will a new elf appear.

So much...what's going on.

Cyrus rubbed his ears and felt the location, "You can leave." The house elves immediately snapped their fingers and disappeared without saying a word. For them, they could only appear when their master called, and they could not appear casually.

Cyrus sensed his surroundings with more and more skillful magic. Is this a castle? It must be too big. Cyrus walked for a long time before he came to a door inlaid with green gems on the left and right, and there were restrictions on the door. She was also in trouble. She was afraid that she would be blinded by a powerful spell again, but she didn't know how to open the door without looking carefully. She hesitated for a long time and tested it with magic power, but it didn't resist her own magic power. Carefully input the magic power, and after consuming a quarter of the magic power, the door opened automatically.

Walking into it, this is... a coffin? A coffin carved with clever patterns is embedded in a sunken position in the center of the room, surrounded by water mist. Surrounding the coffin is a lifelike statue of a giant snake.

And there is an oil painting hanging on the wall directly opposite, which always gives me a bad feeling... The oil painting is just like the one in the Hogwarts principal's office, except that instead of the principals of various generations, it is a person about twenty-seven years old. Eight years old, a handsome long-haired young man with deep features, a straight nose, a little thin, red eyes and black hair!

Sure enough, he spoke: "You...come closer." His voice was calm and low, but it seemed that it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time and his voice was slow. Cyrus did not step forward, she was wary of her surroundings. The figure in the portrait waits for her, watching in silence. Cyrus was equally silent.

There was a stalemate between one person and one painting, and no one spoke. Cyrus also felt very strange that no attack had come after waiting for so long. The portrait opposite didn't speak either. What was wrong with him was that he stopped talking at all times.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Cyrus was defeated, still young. "Which house did you go to at Hogwarts?" What's this habit of asking questions but not answering them? This familiar and annoying feeling...

Cyrus also changed the question and would not give any positive reply until he got the answer he wanted, "Is that you in this coffin?" "What era is it now?" "You are one of the 28 purebloods. "?" "Why are you covering your eyes?" "Are you the owner of this place?" "Do you have no memory when you wake up?"

Sure enough, there is something to do with her, this portrait seems to know something about itself. wake up? Cyrus indeed woke up in a long period of nothingness, and when he regained consciousness, he appeared in a world of ice and snow.

She didn't know what to say to the portrait, she had so little information. "It seems that you know something about me. Before answering your question, how can I trust you?" The person in the portrait looked at him, slightly raised his head and looked arrogant: "I am Salazar S. Letling.”

One of the four founders of Hogwarts... What a breaking news. History records that Salazar had disagreements with the other three founders and left Hogwarts. There was no news about him after that.

There are no portraits of the four founders in Hogwarts, so did he stay here until his death after leaving Hogwarts? Cyrus bowed slightly, "Hello Mr. Salazar Slytherin, I am Cyrus, a Slytherin student at Hogwarts."

"Hmph, who else could you be if you weren't a Slytherin? You are my direct descendant of Slytherin. In terms of blood... I should be considered your father."

"Huh?" Cyrus, who was normally calm and would not have any mood swings in the past, was confused. "Please don't joke with a junior."

The portrait also said very dissatisfied: "Slytherin never makes such cheap jokes." Cyrus stared at the portrait, "Hogwarts was founded in 993 BC, it is now 1989, and I am not 12 years old." , how can you be my father after thousands of years?"

The eyes of the person in the portrait dimmed: "Put your blood on the coffin. Only the blood of direct blood relatives can open it. You will know everything then." Then the portrait stopped talking and turned into an ordinary oil painting.

As soon as Cyrus entered the door, he felt that the coffin was calling him. Could it be black magic with a death curse? My father is a famous figure in ancient times...

Cyrus thought about exploring the coffin, but found nothing. Could it be that the curse was too profound? Then she walked near the coffin. If it was true as Slytherin said, being his heir would undoubtedly be a huge help to Cyrus's subsequent plans. But isn't that Slicing Maniac also a descendant of Slytherin? He's just a descendant of Gaunt.

Cyrus does have the Parseltongue that only descendants of Slytherin can inherit, but she hid this fact from everyone before because she suspected that she was a descendant of Voldemort. In the end, she cut her palm and dripped the blood on the coffin. The blood embedded in it, sucking Cyrus's blood like it was absorbing nutrients.

Not long after, the snake-shaped statue next to the coffin circled around the coffin, rose up, and filled the air with icy mist. The top of the coffin was opened, and Cyrus saw a young man who looked like the portrait. "Is he really Slytherin? Why is he so young? Doesn't historical records say he looks like a monkey?"

Cyrus murmured in a low voice, "That's that stupid Gryffindor's boring trick!" The young man lying down opened his eyes, with the same scarlet pupils as Cyrus, and his face was a little pale. "It feels good to feel younger."

He sat up slowly, his movements extremely elegant, noble and arrogant. Looking at it this way, his appearance is very similar to Cyrus's, but Cyrus's face has more unique feminine charm.

He looked at Cyrus, his eyes full of nostalgia, and a smile on his cold face: "I didn't expect you would really wake up. It's really a miracle."

Cyrus looked at the young man in front of him who could only be regarded as his brother. "Are you really my father?" Salazar did not answer but snapped his fingers. The house elf who had just led Cyrus through the door appeared. , he looked at the two people who looked very similar and almost cried:

"Master, you're awake! Great!" Salazar frowned: "Kul, didn't you say not to speak so loudly? It makes my ears hurt. Go prepare dinner." "Yes, Master!" "

After he disappeared, Salazar said to Cyrus: "Theoretically speaking, yes, when I was studying the cultivation of basilisks, I thought of the possibility of blood inheritance. Because I need to continue the Slytherin bloodline, but those traditions are really It's extremely boring.

I used my own blood to pass on part of my Slytherin bloodline to my adopted child, and he continued the family line as the new Slytherin. I will stay here to continue my research on souls and bloodlines. At that time, I had an idea. If blood can be passed on to people, then it is also possible to use blood to create a life. "

Cyrus looked like he was thinking, and gently rubbed his lips with his fingers: "So I was created by you with your own blood." Salazar's eyes were a little lonely: "Not entirely, the research at that time can be said to be unsuccessful. I I did use some means to create your body, but to make you a living person, I transferred most of my magic power to you, but it was still not enough.

I have no way to revive you, so I can only freeze you in the North Pole, so as to protect your body as much as possible until I think of a way.

It may have been just a simple experiment before... But the days and nights when I was by your side, you looked as silent as a puppet... I'm sorry, kid... I had to fall into a deep sleep because I almost lost all my magic power at once.

At that time, I had no intention of waking up again. I just had a glimmer of hope that you could wake up on your own. "

Salazar himself is not as cold-blooded as the legend says, at least not in front of Cyrus.

"Then I woke up on my own?" Salazar stretched out his slender hand and touched Cyrus' forehead. Cyrus wanted to avoid it but still didn't move:

"There are... four kinds of magic mixed in your body, one from me, one from your own... I can't be sure who the other two are. Maybe it's because of the two magic powers in many places that you can Really waking up.”

Cyrus is a little confused, so besides Salazar, I have two parents...it's really ridiculous and helpless.

"Then how should I confirm the source of the other two magic powers?" Salazar looked confused: "To transmit magic power, there must be two very powerful people. Didn't you see them after waking up?"

Cyrus shook his head and hesitated for a while before telling Salazar what happened after he woke up. She herself has never been so proactive in telling someone about her past. Maybe it's because his blood is flowing in her body and she has a natural affection for the person in front of her.

Cyrus' voice was almost hoarse as he spoke, and Salazar just listened quietly, his face obscured by his slender black hair, but his anger was revealed by his hands that were clenched until the joints turned white.

"If you want, I can give you the magic spell to track the magic power later. Can you take off the bandage and let me take a look..."

An extremely depressed voice came, "I actually don't care, because my scars are much lighter with Madam Pomfrey's help."

Cyrus said as he removed the bandage. Salazar's eyes trembled slightly. He wanted to reach out and touch Cyrus' face but was suppressed by himself. Salazar changed the topic, "So you can use both illusion and real abilities, and your pupils can also switch between blue and red. You are worthy of being my Slytherin child."

Then he scratched his neck and said, "The blood that that bastard injected into you should be the blood of the basilisk. Although it does not have the ability to die by staring at the basilisk, it also has a small part of the petrification ability. It should have been left behind by my research there at the time." Damn it! Those pedantic purebloods have long distorted my ideas."

Cyrus doesn't know how to face him now. He is his father and his creator. Although it is not his responsibility, he was not part of his growing up experience.

"You don't have to be like this, I don't care about this. It's not your fault." Sara looked at this girl who always didn't care about the harm she suffered. "Remember, you are Salazar Slytherin's daughter. No People can despise and harm Slytherin's honor."

Cyrus and Salazar looked at each other, their eyes gradually turned scarlet and a dangerous smile appeared: "I am not a generous person, and I have never said that I would spare those purebloods." Salazar looked at the girl who showed her fangs. , worthy of being my daughter.

Salazar also adjusted his condition from waking up. He stood up and said, "Let's go and eat first. There are no dangerous and powerful spells in the castle. You can open your eyes with peace of mind."

The two came to the restaurant. By this time, Kull and other elves had placed sumptuous dishes on the long dark table. They looked at Cyrus and Salazar excitedly. "This is Kull, he is the foreman among these elves. If you need anything later, just call him by his name."

"Kul, this is Cyrus, she is also the owner here." Salazar's tone became cold and arrogant again, as if he only showed a gentle side to Cyrus.

Cyrus nodded to Kull, "Hello Kull, my name is Cyrus." Kull jumped up excitedly, "Hello, master, my name is Kull."

This name Cyrus was a bit unfamiliar, but thinking about it, she really should be called like this... She didn't notice that Salazar had been observing her expression after Kull called out this name. "Kool, you go and clean the potion collection room."

Salazar elegantly picked up a glass of red wine. The swaying red in the glass was slightly dimmed under his eyes, "Cyrus, although you don't care. But as a Slytherin, you should always remain perfect. What's in you Injuries and scars are not difficult to remove. Go and rest after eating today, and I will leave the tracking spell to you tomorrow."

Cyrus cut the steak on the plate: "Do you want to refine the potion tonight? Yes, I want to study on the side." Salazar responded calmly: "Yes."

Suddenly Cyrus felt a familiar yet awkward feeling from Salazar, and the figure of Snape appeared in his mind, "Are all people in Slytherin so awkward?"

In fact, Cyrus is very curious about Salazar, who is also a legendary figure after all. I can't help but ask: "So you founded Hogwarts with three others when you were in your 20s?"

Salazar recalled the past with complicated eyes: "It's very obvious." "History records that you had disagreements with the other three founders, and you insisted on teaching only pure-blood students." "Yes."

"After all, you are also a professor. Maybe you can return to Hogwarts to continue teaching. If Dumbledore knew your identity, it would be very interesting to see his jaw dropped."

Cyrus smiled wickedly, and Salazar expected that she would ask him why he supported purebloods so much or show disgust at him.

After all, he knew that most of the records about him were negative, and that he was a cold-blooded, scheming evil man. "Don't you ask me why I want to expel those Muggle students?"

"Sometimes what you see with your own eyes is not real, let alone historical records. Anyone with any brain knows that the Muggle world in your time was not as peaceful as it is now. Wars, the seizure of power by the royal family and the nobility, and slavery.

At this time, there appeared a magical power that they could not possess. If they could not possess it, then destroy it. The witch-hunting movement is intensifying. The purpose of the four giants in establishing Hogwarts should be to protect the little wizards and prevent their purity from being eroded by society. You gather and protect children who have talents but whose values ​​have not yet been formed, and you have become the most obvious target. Wherever there are people, there is betrayal.

We cannot expect everyone to have great ambitions. Facing the temptation of money and status, some people will inevitably be shaken. Muggle-born students are born in the middle of these two worlds. You can't blame them for being on the other side, it can only be said to be a matter of stance, just like purebloods will support the magical world more. Please forgive me for my unauthorized guess. The title you have been given by others as the founder of pure blood theory does not actually mean that you hate Muggle wizards.

As a professor, how could you hate your students? It's just that you can't see what you protect being violated by others. In order to eliminate this possibility, you can only give up some people. Not accepting Muggle students will not have a particularly big impact. History records that before Hogwarts was established, many wizards would independently recruit apprentices and teach.

You just want to protect Hogwarts. If there is no choice, all the students and even teachers in Hogwarts may be violated and enslaved by the Muggle world war. Today's pureblood families are only twisting yours for the benefit of dominating the wizarding world. "

Cyrus analyzed objectively and calmly. She was too aware of this ugly world.

"In addition, from my own point of view, you have your reasons, and I have no right to comment on your actions. But if the real situation is as unbearable as I said, just like you said... I am a Slytherin , Slytherin’s honor cannot be underestimated or harmed.”

Cyrus's eyes were scarlet, like a poisonous snake eyeing its prey. Salazar was proud and satisfied, and secretly said in his heart, "I really hope Godric and the others can hear what you said..." A smile appeared on his indifferent face, "She is indeed my daughter."

Cyrus didn't have a strong sense of identity as a Slytherin at this time. Salazar Slytherin just protected everyone in his own way but did not explain himself when he was misunderstood. He lost his friends, students, and even his beloved Hogwarts.

After falling into a long sleep, he now had the same nothing around him. She felt in her heart that she should defend this person. There aren't that many reasons, just like she also defends Angus and Professor Snape. This damn resonance.