Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Rita Skeeter returned home and opened the door. She turned on the light and saw a girl sitting on her sofa, reading a book. Rita immediately pulled out her wand and shouted: "Who are you! Why did you show up at my house!"

The girl has long black hair shawl, wearing a slim-fitting black shirt and women's suit pants, with a short wizard robe draped around her body. She closed her hand while flipping through the pages and looked at Rita. With her delicate face, indifferent temperament, and blue eyes that could penetrate people's hearts, she looked at the nervous woman in front of her.

Her hair is beautifully styled but strangely curly, and she wears a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses. Her fat fingers hold onto her wand and green crocodile leather handbag, and her nails are painted with red nail polish. "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore is a very interesting work, Miss Rita Skeeter. Or I can call you Miss Beetle."

Cyrus smiled, but Rita was cold. "Who...are you? Who sent you here? If I die, the secrets I hold will be made public immediately!"

Rita is an illegal Animagus. Over the years, she has used her ability to transform into a ladybug to find out the breaking information of many high-ranking people. As a result, she has become a highly regarded reporter in the Daily Prophet. I thought no one would discover my secret.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Rita. I'm just here to make a deal with you. Please sit down." Cyrus waved his hand for Rita to sit opposite him, as if he was the owner of the room.

The wand in Rita's hand fired a spell at Cyrus, then turned and ran away. Unexpectedly, the leg she just stepped out seemed to be imprisoned. The wand was released, and a strong magical pressure from around her pushed her to the ground.

A cold and biting whisper penetrated into her ears, "It seems that Miss Rita doesn't like this peaceful way of talking." After a pause, she added,

"Rita Skeeter is a cunning and smart woman with a cold moral outlook. She has a lot of unknown secrets, and her reports are filled with lies and truth. She can always grasp the public's focus with great accuracy and know how to understand Tapping into the dark side of readers’ hearts.

Who doesn’t love seeing angels falling. You must have the support of some pure-blood families behind you to manipulate public opinion. With their protection, you can be unscrupulous. But, Miss Rita, have you ever thought about a question. If... a being above 28 purebloods showed its fangs to you, would they still protect you as a little reporter? "

Rita felt like her internal organs were about to be crushed, "Don't kill me! I obey you, don't kill me!" Cyrus trembled all over when he saw Rita sitting across from him in embarrassment.

"Miss Rita, I thought you were very eloquent, but why are you so taciturn. I said I was making a deal with you."

Rita looked at the 13-year-old girl in front of her. She was still a child but had the courage of a superior. "What deal do you... want to make with me?"

Cyrus rubbed his cold thin lips with his index finger, "Miss Rita has excellent business skills, but is she really willing to be an unscrupulous reporter who is not on the stage? Accepting the use of a pure-blood family to save her life. But I also know that you will be the first victim to be abandoned under the greater good."

Rita's eyes grew desperate, Cyrus was absolutely right. She lives in the cracks, and every day she worries about being discovered by her secrets or being targeted by those pure-blood families.

"I can help you realize your ideals, protect you from others' use and harm, and will never abandon you." Cyrus's calm voice sounded like thunder in Rita's heart, and she stared blankly. Cyrus.

Cyrus stood up and came to Rita and stretched out his hand, with a gentle face and a firm tone: "Hello, Miss Rita Skeeter. I, Cyrus Slytherin, the heir of the Slytherin family. Can I get you? What about lifelong loyalty?”

In September, in addition to the Boy Who Lived about to enter Hogwarts, another news shocked the British wizarding world - "The Heir of Slytherin will return." This news did not have specific details, but only claimed that Slytherin's mysterious The heir will return to Hogwarts. It is not known whether it is true or not, but everyone knows it. The popularity once exceeded that of the Boy-Who-Lived.

During the opening ceremony of Hogwarts, the young wizard who had just arrived looked at the packed auditorium. Reporters, photographers, and the Ministry of Magic also sent Aurors to check on the situation, and pure-blood families also sent out spies.

Everyone huddled in the corner and looked at the newly admitted little wizard with ardent eyes, trying to find the rumored heir of Slytherin. So the little wizard was also very curious about the discussion. Harry Potter asked the Gryffindor students next to him in confusion.

"Heir of Slytherin? Isn't that the name of the college?" Hermione next to her gushed over the deeds of the four founders that she had previewed, "But those were all characters who existed thousands of years ago. , there is no Slytherin family now. It must be fake news."

Until the Sorting Ceremony of all the little wizards, no Slytherin surname was heard. When everyone was about to leave in despair, the door of the auditorium opened.

A girl wearing a Slytherin robe and a black shirt walked straight through the auditorium and onto the stage in front of everyone. The girl has an indifferent and elegant temperament, an outstanding face, long smooth black hair shawl, and an emerald pendant on her slender neck that is faintly glowing.

Her blue eyes mesmerized everyone, and her tone was calm but resounded throughout the auditorium: "Hello, I am Cyrus Slytherin."

Then she took out an exquisite wand engraved with a small snake, her eyes turned scarlet, and she smiled at everyone. Then the castle trembled, all the oil paintings in the castle stood up and saluted, and the armors on both sides of the auditorium also walked down and knelt down on one knee to salute Cyrus.

Milky white figures appeared one after another, and all the ghosts in the castle also saluted. At that moment, Dumbledore felt like he was losing control of Hogwarts Castle as Headmaster.

The Sorting Hat beside him respectfully bent the top of its hat towards Cyrus to express its welcome to the ghosts: "Welcome back, Heir of Slytherin!"

Cyrus said to the pendant in a very low voice: "Father, have you seen it? They have never forgotten you." His red eyes glanced at the long table of Slytherin House, then turned around and nodded to the professors. He smiled brightly in the direction of Snape and said, "I'm back."

The auditorium fell into a brief immersion, and then a wave of warm applause first appeared at the long table where the professor was sitting, and then one by one, everyone started to applaud.

The reporter on the side couldn't hold it any longer. He kept taking pictures and wanted to rush forward to interview Cyrus, but was stopped by the Auror. The informants sent by the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families hurriedly left to report the news.

Dumbledore stood up and came to Cyrus to shake hands with her, "Welcome back, Cyrus Slytherin!" Then he looked at the excited reporters, "Now that you have seen the true face of the Slytherin heir, please Come back, the students are about to start enjoying the dinner."

Cyrus looked at the reporters who had not given up yet, his eyes fell on Lit Skeeter and nodded slightly: "It's an honor for you to pay so much attention to me, but I am also a student, so please don't disturb everyone's meal. Time, okay?”

After everyone left, the auditorium gradually returned to the usual scene of students eating and talking. But there are still many eyes looking at Cyrus from time to time.

Cyrus walked to the Slytherin table and sat at the head of the Slytherin table. No one stopped her, no one stopped her, just like this position was supposed to belong to her.

Two people came next to them: "Hello Miss Slytherin, I am Kate Foley, and this is Marcus Flint next to me. We are the prefects of Slytherin. You are a transfer from another college. Of?"

Cyrus summoned a glass of water out of thin air and took a sip and asked, "Hello everyone, that's okay, I'm in third grade now." It seemed that they didn't recognize him. Cyrus's actions all demonstrate his status as the master of Hogwarts. As students, they cannot summon food at will. Only Dumbledore and authorized professors can.

Marcus looked a little nervous next to her, and Kate hesitated: "Although you are the heir of Slytherin, the head of the college can only be elected after successfully defeating the challenger, otherwise it will be difficult to be recognized by everyone."

Cyrus looked at this senior. She had not been interested in anyone before and was naturally unfamiliar with her. However, she is not as obedient as the pretentious pure-blood family who only obeys her surname.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Foley. The chief selection will be held tonight. I will participate."

After Kate left, many people came to show their kindness to Cyrus, mostly children from pure-blood families. Among them was a little boy with short blond hair that was ruined by hairspray, "Hello Miss Slytherin, my name is Draco Malfoy. One of the 28 purebloods of the Malfoy family."

Draco looked proud and arrogant. Cyrus looked at this somewhat naive child and didn't want to pay attention to it, but he would still have to make a deal with the Malfoy family in the future. With this thought, Cyrus shook hands with Draco with a gentle smile that made people lose consciousness.

"Hello, Mr. Draco. Mr. Malfoy is very business-savvy and a very successful businessman. I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with the Malfoy family in the future."

Draco stared at Cyrus's face in a daze, his blue eyes as deep as the sea extremely attractive. He suddenly withdrew his hand, his cheeks flushed: "Of course... of course. Dad, he is very powerful."

Cyrus was really not interested in this naive little brat, so she looked at the teacher's desk. Professor Snape was staring into Harry's emerald eyes, and glanced at her after feeling Cyrus' gaze.

Cyrus didn't care either and raised the water glass in his hand to show respect to him. Snape nodded stiffly. His eyes fell on Professor Quirrell, who was new this year. He also sensed Cyrus' gaze and froze and did not look at Cyrus.

"Stupid great-grandson of the Slicing Maniac..." Cyrus muttered, his eyes flashing red.

After dinner, Cyrus returned to the Slytherin common room with the others. Marcus and Kate conduct orientation for new students, which is nothing more than those Slytherin rules. Soon, the chief challenge begins.

Snape was actually standing at the door. She gave him a smile and walked into the center of the room. It's such a familiar feeling, "All grades, no limit to the number of people, come on. It'll be over soon."

Everyone was stunned at first, and then a little angry. How could they, who were so arrogant at heart, endure such contempt, not even Slytherin. Students walked out one after another, and Cyrus watched them stand still. There are no freshmen in the first grade and one in the second grade. The other four cannot tell what grade they are in.

"Is that all?" So many people looked so angry just now, but now only five people dared to stand up. Just as he was about to start, Cyrus saw from the corner of his eye that Kate was also walking forward, holding a wand.

Everyone saluted, and seeing that Cyrus didn't take out his wand, they were about to take the opportunity to attack first, but they felt a strong wind in their hands, and the wands in several people's hands were cut off at the waist and fell to the ground.

"Do I win in this way? I will still make you incapacitated." Cyrus did not want to waste time here. Although she liked fighting, this kind of competition with a huge disparity in strength was simply a waste of life.

"Despicable! You must have used some weird method to do it. You didn't even take out your magic wand." A fifth-grade boy stepped forward and pointed at Cyrus. Snape was afraid that Cyrus would be angered and was about to step forward to stop him, but he saw Cyrus raising his right hand and pointing at an empty wall. A strong wind several times stronger than before sliced ​​through the air and left a deep slash on the wall. crack.

The boy who yelled just now shut his mouth, and you could even hear him swallowing when he looked at the extremely deep crack in the Dodge.

"Who says you need a wand to cast spells."

Cyrus's calm tone came out, and Kate was able to calm down in surprise at this moment: "The head of Slytherin is Miss Cyrus Slytherin."

Several people who had shown kindness to Cyrus at dinner immediately came forward to express their congratulations. Cyrus was an outstanding-looking heir to the famous Slytherin family, and he had just shown great strength.

More and more people came forward to express their support for her. Cyrus looked at a boy's face and felt something familiar. "My name is Kerry Burr, and we will be classmates from now on. Miss Slytherin." Cyrus finally remembered who this person was. Wasn't this the former follower of Lena Shafik, who often humiliated himself together.

"Hello Mr. Burr, do you know Lina Shafik?" Cyrus nodded slightly, "Lina? How do you know her? She is over there."

Following his gaze, Cyrus found Lina. She walked towards her slowly,

"Hello Miss Shafique."

Lina seemed a little surprised and a little excited. This is the heir of the Slytherin family, and having a good relationship with her will definitely be beneficial to his family. Lina reached out to make friends with Cyrus, "Hello Miss Slytherin, we will be friends from now on!"

Cyrus looked at Lina with interest but did not shake hands with her. "Miss Slytherin, come to my office." Snape's voice came out. He was afraid that Cyrus would lose control again and wanted to take her away.

Cyrus took out a brand new white bandage from the ring, slowly tied it on while Linna's expression gradually changed from panic to collapse, and then tied up her long hair.

"It seems that none of you recognize your old classmates."

It makes sense that they didn't recognize Cyrus. Previously, Cyrus was thin and stunted, and he was often wearing bandages. The biggest impression on people was the scars all over his face. Such a pitiful person who was despised and bullied by everyone could not be connected with the now glorious heir of Slytherin. At most, it was just the same name.

Several other third-year students were also trembling with fear, although Principal Dumbledore said that he had just inhaled hallucinogens by mistake. But the flesh and blood in the picture, the girl's cruel methods and cold eyes have already become their nightmare.

Everyone around Cyrus moved away, and she walked towards Snape with all kinds of complicated looks, "Let's go, sir."

The two came to the cellar office, "Miss Slytherin, please don't use powerful spells on your classmates in the future. I don't want to waste any more time reciting counter-curses for them."

Cyrus took off the bandage and said calmly: "It's just a bad joke. I will not harm the students of Hogwarts. This is my promise to Dumbledore. The spell created by Mr. is very useful."

Serafa Travers has graduated, and the Travers family will deal with it later. Kerry and Linna didn't need her to take action, so their future college life would not be friendly to them.

"Hmph... Are you really a descendant of Slytherin?" Snape was also a little surprised at Cyrus's changes over the years. The originally thin girl had turned into a slim girl.

Cyrus looked at the nostalgic scene, "Yes sir." Snape looked at Cyrus, "Where have you been in the past two years."

“I went to a lot of places and met some people.”

"Have you found your parents?"

Cyrus' face darkened, "That's right..." It's just that they are all fathers.

Seeing that Cyrus was unwilling to say more, Snape was not the kind of person who would be curious about other people's family affairs. "Now that you're back at Hogwarts, just be a peaceful student!"

Harry Potter enters school this year, and he will be busy after that. He didn't want Cyrus to cause any more trouble. "I understand sir, I'm going to visit Angus first."

"Could it be that our headmaster will set an example that violates school rules when he takes office? Your previous confinement starts today, and now you are going to make a pot of scabies potion. I hope Miss Slytherin has not forgotten what she has learned because she is too busy Knowledge!"

Cyrus stepped forward and rummaged in the medicine cabinet, "Sir, can you teach me how to make the elixir? I have already completed the fifth grade course."

Snape frowned and slowly came to Cyrus, his movements seemed to have been cast by a slowing spell: "You said - you have completed the fifth grade course?"

Cyrus didn't understand why Snape asked her again, "Well, my father taught me. He is also an excellent professor."

Snape seemed to be deciding whether what she said was true or false, then turned and sat back in his chair: "Brew a veritaserum!"