Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

While Cyrus was brewing the potion, Snape continued to grade papers as usual, but would observe Cyrus's movements from time to time. He is very skilled, and you can tell at a glance that he is already familiar with the production process.

Where had she been in the past two years? Didn't the Slytherin family disappear long ago? How did she find her parents? The Slytherin family... Parseltongue, is she really a descendant of You-Know-Who?

Snape remembered that the mysterious man was the last person in existence who supported the Slytherin bloodline, but he was also a descendant of the Gaunt family. But her last name is Slytherin...

"Sir?" Cyrus looked at Snape, who was gradually distracted in his thinking, and handed him the boiled Veritaserum.

Perfectly made and the potion presentation is perfect. "Some of your production methods are too old. There are simpler and more effective methods that can easily exceed the quality of this bottle of potion." With that, Snape wrote a long string of words on the paper and handed it to Cyrus. , Cyrus held the edge of the paper but couldn't pull it out of Snape's hand.

Snape controlled his strength to prevent Cyrus from taking away the parchment. "The way you make it is what your father taught you? You are also a professor. Can I know the name of this professor?"

Cyrus blinked and touched the pendant on his chest. "Um...my father...is Salazar Slytherin." Snape: "?"

Snape took back the parchment in his hand and said, "Miss Slytherin, please don't make such silly jokes on the professor!"

Cyrus suddenly felt a little funny, "Sir, it's true. Although Salazar is a bit unruly like you, he is also an excellent professor. But please keep it a secret from Principal Dumbledore."

Professor Snape's gloomy face was filled with anger, and he tried his best to suppress it: "Then if - Miss Slytherin is the daughter of Salazar Slytherin, she must be a thousand years old."

"Theoretically, sir." Snape stared at the girl who said these nonsense seriously, and threw the parchment in his hand to her: "You can go, Miss Slytherin!" The stone door behind him closed heavily, Sailor Si was also a little helpless. After all, no one would believe this kind of thing.

Cyrus casts the Disillusionment Spell on himself and heads to the Forbidden Forest. Two years later, she came to the lakeside again. She sat next to Angus's stone tablet, put down a plate of fresh flesh and blood, and took off the pendant from her chest.

"Angus, you know, I met my father. My parents turned out to be three old monsters. Salazar taught me a lot of knowledge and made me the heir of Slytherin. Grindelwald also escaped from prison. After running out, the old bee still didn’t know anything. It’s interesting, isn’t it?

I don't know how to feel about my biological parents, or I don't have any idea at all. No happiness, no resentment, nothing.

I miss you so much...I really miss you, can you come back? I don't know how long I can hold on, I really miss you..." As she spoke, Cyrus started crying. Only in front of Angus could she just be herself.

At this time, there was a rustle in the bushes, and a centaur with light golden hair walked out. He looked at Cyrus with a sad face: "I'm sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. I just passed by here and thought he was a lost little wizard."

A curse hit the trees next to Firenze, and the curse penetrated three or four big trees behind before stopping. "You should understand the price of speaking out, Mr. Centaur."

Cyrus looked at him with hostility, "Of course, I will never tell others. Miss Heiress, all centaurs know you...and your friends. I'm sorry." Cyrus turned and left,

"My name is Cyrus."

The centaur's voice came from behind, "Nice to meet you Cyrus, my name is Firenze."

When Cyrus returned to the common room, she found Kate sitting on the sofa waiting for her, "Miss Foley, what's the matter?" Cyrus was in a bad mood, but still behaved politely.

Slytherin should always remain perfect.

Kate hesitated, "Miss Slytherin, I'm sorry and guilty about what happened to you before. I was also one of the people who looked on with a cold eye."

Cyrus waved his hand, "I don't need your apology. If there is nothing else, I will go back and rest." Kate seemed to have made up her mind. "Miss Slytherin, can you teach me the spell you used before? I don't As weak as I am, I need enough strength to protect important people."

Cyrus sat back on the sofa and rested his head on one hand. "I learned that spell from other people, and I cannot teach it to others without permission. There is no need to go through all the twists and turns, Miss Foley."

Kate clasped her hands tightly, "Although my family is also a 28th pureblood, it has become much more lonely. In addition, other families continue to encroach on the small market..."

"The Foley family has always been neutral towards mixed-bloods, neither protecting nor exploiting them. They once made a fortune by raising dragons, but they were ostracized and targeted by many pure-blood families, leading to their decline along the way.

You must have put in a lot of effort to be able to sit in the position of prefect. You want to seize every opportunity to become stronger. This is why you just participated in the chief challenge. Do you want to revitalize your family again? It fits a Slytherin who pursues his ambition at all costs. "

Kate was a little excited, "Then Miss Slytherin..."

"Then why should I help you?"

Cyrus banged his hand on the armrest of the sofa: "The pure blood here will not choose to help you because of your family's position, so you chose the new pure blood, which is me.

You know that my past experiences suggest that I do not believe in the supremacy of blood. Plus, I am the heir of Slytherin, which will undoubtedly be your biggest help. But why should I help you? The defeated Foley family has no value. What can you... bring me? "

Kate even knelt in front of Cyrus, "As long as the Foley family can get your help, I am willing to swear allegiance to Miss Slytherin to the death."

"Really...show me."

A dagger was thrown in front of Kate: "The only thing you have value for is your life. You said you would swear allegiance to me, then let me see your determination. I never break my promise, and I will give it to you after you die." The Foley family is as rich as the Malfoy family."

Kate looked into Cyrus's red eyes, the trembling dagger in her hand pointed at her chest, but stopped when it was an inch away from her own skin.

She put down the dagger, "I'm sorry Miss Slytherin, I can't die yet. I still have family to protect, and it will be meaningless if I die. I need to live. You can pretend that you have never heard of today's conversation." "

Kate sat on her knees on the ground, but stretched out a hand to her, "Very well, Miss Foley, I don't need someone who is dazzled by desire. Kate Foley, I need you to live for me, can you do it?" "

Cyrus's words were like a brand engraved in Kate's heart, "I will live for you, Miss Slytherin."

Cyrus had a single bedroom, which put her in a good mood. After washing up, he sat at his desk and processed various documents and contracts. Although the Slytherin family was famous, the family industry had long since disappeared in the long river of history.

In this way, a person with no influence in the wizarding world cannot control other pure-blood families. Cyrus left Slytherin Mansion earlier to observe the current situation in the wizarding and Muggle worlds.

She picked out promising companies and acquired them. Now that she is the heir of Slytherin, after a few days of Rita's public opinion fermentation, it will be the best time to cooperate with the pure-blood family.

Also pay attention to Quirrell's movements. This year, Voldemort, who is attached to his head, will steal the Philosopher's Stone. If you want to establish your authority throughout Hogwarts, successfully stopping Voldemort would be an excellent way. It’s time to get in touch with the reckless savior, it gives me a headache just thinking about it. He rubbed his sore shoulders, put the bed on the floor, and gradually fell asleep.

"Ron! Come on, we're going to be late!" Harry urged Ron, who was running and wearing wizard robes. They fell asleep on the first day of class.

The two of them came to the spiral staircase that kept changing directions. Ron felt dizzy looking at it: "Why are there no signs on this staircase? How do I know which section leads to the Transfiguration classroom?" The two of them were walking on the spiral staircase. Walking up and down everywhere, I was eventually sent back to the starting point.

Just as the two of them were about to jump up anxiously, the girl's cold and soft voice sounded behind them: "Do you need help? These stairs are really annoying sometimes."

The two of them met those calm eyes, and Harry shyly scratched his messy head that had not yet been combed: "Well, we are going to the Transfiguration classroom, but these stairs move too frequently..."

Cyrus waved his hand, and the irregularly changing stairs became neat and stopped in front of them step by step. "Go down the stairs, then turn right and keep walking."

The two of them looked at Cyrus who could control the stairs freely. Cyrus put his index finger on his lips: "The heir must be given some privileges. Please keep it secret for me. Go quickly. Friendly reminder: Professor McGonagall likes it." Turn into a cat and secretly observe the students.”

The two of them came back to their senses when they saw Cyrus leaving, "She is the heir of Slytherin. I remember seeing her at the opening ceremony. She didn't seem to be as annoying as the Slytherin gang."

Ron and Harry were discussing as they walked, "Are all Slytherins bad people?"

Harry remembered that the Sorting Hat wanted to sort him into Slytherin but he strongly rejected it. "Malfoy is annoying, but as a descendant of Slytherin, she actually helps Gryffindor."

"Let's go quickly, or we'll be really late!"

Cyrus was stopped by two figures after finishing lunch, "I just said it must be her, George." "I didn't say it wasn't her, Fred."

The twins stood on either side of Cyrus, "Hello, George, Fred." Cyrus looked at the two men who were already a head taller than him. "Cyrus, are you really suspended from school? It's so unfair. We will take revenge on the Slytherin gang later."

"Yes, where have you been in the past two years? How come you became the heir of Slytherin when you came back? This is amazing!"

The two chatted beside Cyrus, as if everything had returned to the carriage heading to Hogwarts. This was how the two met Cyrus.

"I traveled and went to many places. I am indeed a descendant of Slytherin."

"I didn't expect that the only person from Slytherin House we like is named Slytherin."

"The four houses are divided only because of their different personalities and pursuits. Please do not misinterpret it to deny it. I am very grateful to you for defending my behavior. Slytherin will change in the future. I hope you can see it without colored glasses. Slytherin student, okay?"

In order to change the world's misunderstanding of Slytherin, starting from the students is the first step. The twins looked at Cyrus' serious tone;

"Okay, sorry. If you said that, then of course we choose to believe you."

"By the way, George, Fred. Are you still working on those mischievous gadgets?"

Speaking of this, the two became very interested and began to talk endlessly about their novel ideas. "It's a great idea. You can mail the finished product to me later. I know some alchemy and may be able to help you.

I heard that you want to open a store specializing in these products in the future. I bought a store in Hogsmeade. Maybe we can run it together in a cooperative manner. You are responsible for the research and production, and I am responsible for providing the space and labor. The subsequent income is divided equally. "

The twins thought for a moment: "Of course we are willing to cooperate with you, but the shops in Hogsmeade are very expensive. We can't let you pay so much."

Cyrus shook his head: "The products sold are all masterpieces of your hard work, and the process of making an alchemy product is even more energy-consuming. What I do makes it easier. Otherwise, if I want to make something specific in the future, How about you help me design and make the items for free?"

The two looked at each other and said, "Good partners!" Cyrus shook hands with the two of them. "I will send an owl to bring you the detailed contract later. I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation!"

"George? Fred? What are you doing here?" Ron's voice sounded. He and Harry were curious and confused when they saw the twins shaking hands with Cyrus.

"Cyrus, this is our stupid brother, Ron." The two of them put their hands on Cyrus' shoulders. "We are chatting with our good friends, Ron. This is Cyrus."

Ron looked at his two brothers in surprise. They were actually good friends with the heir of Slytherin. Harry took the initiative to greet Cyrus: "Hello Miss Slytherin, thank you for helping me and Ron this morning. Whether it was about the stairs or reminding us about Professor McGonagall. Ron almost said something bad in front of her. .”

"Hey! I agreed not to talk about this..."

Cyrus smiled gently: "It's just a little effort. Call me Cyrus, Harry, and Ron. Nice to meet you."

Both Harry and Ron's ears were a little red, "Okay, Cyrus, nice to meet you."

"Me too, thank you, Cyrus."

Separating from everyone else, Cyrus met Draco and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, at the corner. "Miss Cyrus, it's contagious talking to those stupid Gryffindors."

Draco stared angrily at Harry's leaving figure, while Cyrus looked at the awkward child. "Draco, targeting each other and sarcastic remarks are not a good way to make friends. It will only make the other person misunderstand you more. Slytherin's arrogance never comes from belittling others, it should be strong and elegant. Germany Rakko, I think you would make a very good Slytherin if you did it."

"Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, I think the same is true for you." The two chubby boys behind Draco scratched their heads and smiled at Cyrus with a vague understanding. "Really, I got it!" Draco pulled the two of them and fled quickly.

Educating children is a difficult job, troublesome and thankless. Cyrus thought he might never become a teaching professor.