Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

During the month that Cyrus came to the Slytherin Mansion, she drank potions to stabilize her soul and remove scars, and received tutoring from Salazar every day. Salazar was very strict and excellent in teaching his students.

Salazar is better at alchemy, black magic and the study of soul blood. But it is also very simple to teach other Hogwarts courses for grades 1-6.

Cyrus is still surprised that this private residence can be called a castle. No wonder those house elves have stayed in this castle for thousands of years without starving to death. There are small forest animals next to the castle, and there are huge gardens in the front and back. Slytherin might have turned this large piece of land into his own home. Alchemy room, potion room, greenhouse, etc. are all available. The decoration style is also somewhat similar to Hogwarts. This is simply a small Hogwarts castle.

Cyrus and Salazar gradually became familiar with each other. Salazar's personality was also a bit boring. He would not take the initiative to speak except during class.

"How old are you and why are you so young?"

Cyrus stared at Salazar's cold and handsome face, "It's just that this body is young. It was already over two hundred years old before I fell asleep."

"Well, then why hang a portrait of you when you were young?" Salazar was very annoyed when he thought about it. "That brainless idiot in Gryffindor spread my old and monkey-like face everywhere..."

"It's okay, you're very handsome anyway." Salazar said calmly, "Huh, that's the truth."

Over two hundred years old, that's even older than Dumbledore. "Aren't you married and have children? You are already so old."

Salazar didn't get angry because of this, "I'm not interested in these, and...don't I have you as my daughter?"

"Well, yes, father." Salazar's pupils trembled obviously and he touched Cyrus' head. His usually indifferent and aloof eyes were full of endearment.

"Do you know that the Gaunt family is a branch of Slytherin?" Cyrus remembered that he did have a relative in terms of blood.

"They should be the descendants of my successor. What's wrong?"

Cyrus told Salazar in a very naughty way that the family, the only descendant of Slytherin today, had incestuous marriages in order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, which resulted in a violent and twisted personality. And he also has a great-grandson of the Dark Lord who is who knows how many generations away.

Salazar tried hard to maintain his image and rubbed his eyebrows, "What an insult to Slytherin."

"But don't worry, I will clean up the door."

"That's up to you, Miss Slytherin."

After a day of magic training, Salazar took Cyrus to a room underground. The space inside was huge and covered with black floor tiles. It was empty except for a huge pool in the middle.

Salazar waved his hand and several beast eggs similar in size to ostrich eggs appeared out of thin air. "After a while, I will start to cultivate the basilisk, and then I will make you a wand with basilisk nerves, the same as the one I use. More powerful."

"You don't know that I can cast spells without using a wand." Cyrus thought of the wand that he had long forgotten.

Salazar hummed, "You don't have to use it, but you can't live without it. It takes 3 months for the basilisk to hatch. After each training, I will come here to learn how to breed the basilisk. But I still stayed at Hogwarts for a while." It's an adult basilisk, you can take it with you when you go back."

"Well, good father." The basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was probably Salazar's last resort to protect the school. If he knew that his pet was bewitched by Voldemort and harmed the students, he would not immediately go to Voldemort with his wand.

A year passed like this, during which Cyrus also left Slytherin House intermittently. Sometimes for a week, sometimes for a month or two, Salazar could only stay in the Slytherin mansion where magic was abundant because he had just woken up.

He didn't ask too much about where Cyrus went, but every time Cyrus returned to the mansion, he could see him sitting on the sofa in the hall reading a book. Obviously, he usually likes to lock himself in the laboratory.

"Father, if I want to break through a place that is tightly protected and imprisoned by magic, without letting the person who set up the spell notice it, how should I do it?"

Salazar looked at Cyrus with interest: "Cunningly casting your illusion should be able to hide your existence to a large extent, but if the spell is too different from your strength... I can refine a completely shielding An alchemy of breath and magic, but it won’t last long.”

Cyrus sat on the sofa opposite him and stretched out his hand to light the fire. "I'll probably need to stay there for about a week."

Salazar frowned, "After shielding magic power, you will be unable to use magic power as before. Even the ability of your eyes may be affected...it is very dangerous."

Cyrus touched his chin. There should be no one guarding the place except the imprisoned old man. "It's okay, father. There is no danger. Besides, you know that I don't rely solely on magic to fight."

Salazar snorted, "He's obviously a Slytherin but he has the fighting style of Gryffindor! How about the newly forged dagger?" Cyrus rummaged around in his pocket. Salazar wanted to give it to her. Make a brand new stretch bag with more space, but Sellers says there’s no need to waste the old one before it’s broken.

"It's very useful. It's worthy of the goblin's forging skills... and this." Then Salazar saw her pull out two heavy long daggers that were all dark and heavy from her pocket.

"I asked the goblins to forge weapons from the Muggle world with their materials. Unexpectedly, the effect was very significant. I also like the feeling of using daggers." Salazar's eyes twitched: "I really doubt whether you have Gryffindor Stupid blood, so keen on weapons and fighting."

A few days later, after dinner, Salazar placed a finely crafted pendant and ring on the table. The pendant is set with emeralds, and the ring is a red agate stone that resembles Cyrus's eyes.

"Wear the pendant and enter there. It can last for a week without using any abilities. Wear the ring as well. Your belt's manufacturing process is too poor. The red agate above can connect a larger space. Your large weapons can be easily stored and summoned. It’s also more convenient.”

Cyrus looked at the two seemingly priceless ornaments. "The Slytherin family has been lonely for a long time. Father, how many treasures have you kept privately?" Salazar put his hand on the table against his chin and tilted his head slightly: "No. Questioning the heritage of a pure-blood family that existed thousands of years ago.”

A tall tower located in the snowy mountains of Austria, cold, dark and deserted. The tall walls were somewhat tattered, and the wind and snow penetrated wantonly.

The non-magical defenses of the place have long been abolished, but the protective spells set up can operate automatically even if unattended. On the entrance to this tower is inscribed: "For the greater good."

Cyrus was wearing a thick Muggle coat to keep out the cold, and his head was still bandaged. She was afraid that her eyes would reveal Grindelwald's identity. Although she wasn't sure if she inherited her blue eyes from Grindelwald. She only used the tracking spell to find Grindelwald. The other source was too vague, but if she found Grindelwald, wouldn't she have found his wife?

The blue eyes...can't be inherited from the old bee. Walking to the top floor of the tower, a ragged and frail old man sat on a hard wooden bed. He ignored Cyrus' intrusion and looked down at the frost-covered floor in a daze. Cyrus bowed slightly to him: "Hello, Mr. Grindelwald."

"What a rare visitor... you won't get anything you want from me." The old man still lowered his head, his voice as hoarse as dead wood.

After saying hello, Cyrus started to do her own thing. She put down the bulging backpack behind her. No magic can be used here, otherwise Dumbledore will find out. So she prepared a lot of warm clothes and daily necessities. She took out two thick quilts and laid them under herself first, and then placed the other one next to the wooden bed where Grindelwald was sitting.

She took out a huge cauldron and fiddled with it, "Mr. Grindelwald, do you like to eat bear meat? I heard that the snow-capped white bears living here are very rare. The house elf who has been bringing you food can't come recently."

As he said this, he felt like he was here to be Grindelwald's nanny... But it was more or less the same. Cyrus wanted to get in touch with him. The first-generation devil was much more capable than the noseless monster. She had a question that Grindelwald needed to answer.

Grindelwald has been ignoring Cyrus, and she doesn't bother herself. After cleaning up, she left again. When she came back, she dragged a huge white bear behind her, and she bled and skinned it as usual.

After a while, Cyrus cooked a pot of bear meat. Fortunately, the weather here was cold, otherwise the remaining bear meat and other precious ingredients would have been wasted.

How should I send it to sir... Although the dinner menu is simple, Grindelwald probably wouldn't mind it. "Which pure-blood family are you descended from?" Although Cyrus was simply dressed in simple clothes and could not be considered noble, he was required to learn aristocratic etiquette after living with Salazar, and the temperament revealed in his gestures could not be hidden.

"Are you here waiting for a long death?" "What a rude child." The conversation ended, and the two remained silent for three days. When it comes to patience in holding back words, Cyrus only loses to Salazar.

In addition to going out to hunt wild beasts every day for physical exercise, Cyrus stayed in Grindelwald's drafty room and read books. He also gave Grindelwald some weird magazines and books, such as the Quibbler, to prevent him from getting too bored.

On the fourth day, Grindelwald was defeated: "You are a student at Hogwarts. Did Dumbledore send you here?" Cyrus had been reading books for the fourth and fifth graders of Hogwarts recently. Originally, When she was in her first year at Hogwarts, she had roughly browsed through the books in the entire year, but she didn't study them in depth.

Under Salazar's Spartan education, she had completed all courses up to fourth grade. "What do you think Principal Dumbledore can do if he sends a little girl here to be a nanny?" Cyrus answered lazily while looking at the book.

"I'm just very curious. It's not so much that you were imprisoned, but that you didn't want to go out at all. Your arrogance is greater than any legal rule in the world, but you have spent more than fifty years here. Why didn't you end your life early? ?What keeps you alive here?”

Cyrus looked at Grindelwald's blue eyes and wondered if they were indeed inherited from him.

Cyrus paused: "Just like Principal Dumbledore, one trapped himself in prison and the other trapped himself in school..."

There was a stern look in Grindelwald's eyes, "You have done a good job in your homework." "I like to fully understand the enemy before acting." "Am I your enemy? Interesting idea."

"You regard me as an enemy, then I am. If you are not, then I will not be your enemy." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. Although he was old and ragged, he once stepped on the world under his feet. The leader’s grace is still there.

"So you came all this way to ask me about the meaning of life?" Cyrus nodded: "You can understand it that way."

Grindelwald looked at the flying snow outside the window and said irritably: "I don't have to answer a child's question." Cyrus thought for a while: "Then I have worked hard these days to hunt, cook for you, and show you Magazine...The all-powerful Lord Grindelwald back then was a bit too stingy."

She leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling. Grindelwald was an extremely rational but extremely romantic person. He can pursue the perfect world in his heart with wisdom and ability that far exceeds that of others, break the law of secrecy, and allow wizards to exist above board.

In other words, his ambition is not to change the world, but to create a free world. One pursues freedom, one pursues ultimate magic, and the other pursues family. what about me?

"Mr. Grindelwald, it's nice to meet you. Goodbye, the house elf will serve you food as usual after I leave." Cyrus stood up and packed her luggage. She felt that there was no need to waste any more time. Even if Grindelwald told her the so-called meaning of life, it was not her own understanding, and she would not be able to find what she could pursue in this life.

She recalled the image of herself dying and falling into the end while facing the Mirror of Erised. So what she pursues is real death? After getting rid of Voldemort and repaying her husband's kindness, she can die.

Grindelwald had previously thought that she was the descendant of his once loyal subordinate, but this girl only asked him some strange questions. She was young and powerful but had an expression on her face that she wanted to die. It's not like she was a fanatical believer in him who came all the way here, and Dumbledore didn't seem to notice her intrusion.

Since the War of the Century, Grindelwald has stopped using his prophetic powers. Perhaps it's because his only plan to change the world failed and he is no longer interested in the future.

He stayed in this self-imposed prison to survive, perhaps because of his arrogance, or perhaps because he wanted to wait until the wizarding world was exposed to be invaded by Muggles, and then prove to Dumbledore that he was right. "who are you?"

Cyrus walked to Grindelwald and knelt down, took off the bandage, and revealed his delicate face. Grindelwald seemed to have fallen into the eyes that seemed to peer into the depths of the soul: "This question may require Mr. Grindelwald to answer." I'll answer." There were waves in Grindelwald's eyes, "Is it you? I thought I failed..."

Cyrus waited quietly for Grindelwald's explanation. The Wiccan Party that followed Grindelwald back then was powerful and spread all over the world, and it also possessed the powerful Deathly Hallows Elder Wand. It was only a matter of time before the Ministry of Magic of various countries surrendered.

Before he looked for Aurelius Dumbledore, the descendant of the Dumbledore family, he accidentally discovered Cyrus who was frozen in ice. His prophecy ability could not see any picture of this child. He studied for a long time before guessing this. Children are imperfect humans. It took the support of huge magic power to wake up, but he didn't do anything at that time.

He then agreed to fight Dumbledore, and the loser would obey whatever the winner asked, and he lost. After the duel, he used his last moment to come to the frozen child and fuse Dumbledore and his Blood Pact pendant with the child. The powerful magic power and blood of the two people came in, but he didn't see the scene he expected to appear. I spent the rest of my life in this prison.

Originally, he was reminiscing about the tragic past that he had missed due to his confrontation with his lover, but Grindelwald saw Cyrus's eyes were blank, and then he fell to his knees, stretched out on all fours as if he had received a huge blow, and murmured in a depressed voice: "Fate is really... Treat me well...since it's that old bee..."