Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Teacher Quirrell stumbled while reading from the book. It was boring and the strong smell of garlic on his body was unbearable.

The other students sat in the row furthest away from him as much as possible, except Cyrus, who sat in the first row and had close contact with Quirrell.

"So, so, so... the red hat... looks weak, but if you don't pay attention, you will be attacked by a sneak attack. It is an... extremely, extremely difficult little creature. Good... good Alright, get out of class is over."

Cyrus did not dare to use his ability to see through the truth to observe Quirrell too much. Voldemort was possessed under his thick turban. But even if she keeps a low profile, Voldemort will probably not let her go. The reputation of the Slytherin heir is too great, and I am afraid that the proud Dark Lord will not allow others to take away his proud bloodline identity.

Voldemort does have the blood of the Slytherin family, but his mother Gaunt used a love potion to marry the Muggle Riddle who did not love her at all. Voldemort was the product of a love potion. Cyrus felt that Voldemort, who everyone said could not understand love, might be the same as himself. One was created by black magic, and the other was controlled by love potion.

"S... Miss Cyrus, please, please stay." Quirrell did not call Cyrus by his last name, probably because he was afraid that Voldemort behind his head would make him angry.

Did you find yourself so quickly? "What's wrong, Professor Quirrell?"

Cyrus sat in her original position and did not move at all, but she did not look at Quirrell, but looked at the blackboard behind Quirrell.

"In the evening, come... come to my office after evening."

Cyrus frowned and pretended to be troubled: "What does Professor Quirrell want from me? Dean Snape has put me in solitary confinement for a week. I have to go to his place every night."

Quirrell's shoulders trembled obviously, "Then, then, forget it. Wait, wait until you finish the confinement, and then... let's talk again."

Standing up, "Goodbye, Professor Quirrell." Voldemort's current physical condition is extremely weak. If he wants to deal with himself, he may not be able to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. At present, he will not face Voldemort head-on.

Cyrus walked out of the classroom and hid in a corner where she could just hear the sound inside. She stayed like this for more than 10 minutes until she saw Quirrell, who was as weak as if he had been struck by the Cruciatus Curse, slowly leaving.

It was really painful to be Voldemort's subordinate. He was often angered and had no wages. Cyrus, whose thoughts were gradually drifting away, was suddenly hit by someone. The person who came was unable to stand and fell behind him.

Working his magic, Cyrus used a levitation spell to gently hold the little girl's back to prevent her from falling. "Are you okay?" Cyrus looked at the little girl with fluffy, curly hair in front of him. Isn't this Hermione Granger, one of the top three Gryffindor points deductions?

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the road, sorry!" Hermione covered her face with the book she was holding, and her voice sounded a little crying. She quickly apologized to Cyrus and left in a hurry, as if she didn't want anyone to see her embarrassment.

Hermione rushed into a bathroom and hid in the last stall, sobbing softly. "Looks like spending Halloween night in the bathroom would be a bit bad, young lady, doesn't it?"

Cyrus stood in front of the cubicle door and put down a green ring. "This ring is what I recently tried to make. It can release a protective spell. Just think of it as an apology for bumping into you just now. Then tell me how you feel about using it, okay?"

Hermione wiped the tears from her face, "I...it was obviously me who bumped into you." There was no response from outside the cubicle. When Hermione opened the door, she found that the bathroom was empty. She picked up the ring and wanted to catch up and give it back to Cyrus, but a strange smell hit her face.

A tall troll walked into the bathroom, and Hermione was so frightened that she sat on the ground. Behind the troll came Harry and Ron's urgent shouts: "Hermione!" The troll raised the heavy wooden stick in his hand and hit Hermione, who put her head in her hands and screamed. The green ring in his hand emitted a strong light, and a magic spell rushed straight to the giant monster's face.

The troll's body fell in front of Harry Ron. The two looked at the giant monster whose face was already bloody and fleshy, and couldn't help but vomited.

Snape sensed something was wrong when he saw Quirrell rushing into the Great Hall and shouting that a troll had appeared in the basement, and he immediately rushed to the fourth floor of the castle. Although the level was released by several professors, there was still Hagrid's three-headed dog guarding the entrance.

But he still hurriedly went to check. It was very likely that the appearance of the troll was to divert everyone's attention, so that Quirrell could take the opportunity to steal the magic stone. He was so anxious that when he rushed into the room where the three-headed dog was kept, he didn't even have time to cast a protective spell on himself.

The three-headed dog saw someone intruding into its territory, opened its huge mouth and bit at Snape, and used a magic spell to knock away the foul-smelling dog's mouth, causing Snape to suddenly feel pain in his leg. The head of the other three-headed dog was next to Snape's leg, biting tightly.

A spell came from behind Snape and knocked away the head that was biting Snape's right leg. Then Snape felt a wave of water appear around his body, pulling him backwards and the whole person was pulled out of the room.

"Sir, there is no need to do anything for Dumbledore himself. It seems that I am still late."

Cyrus knelt beside Snape's injured right leg, reached out his hand and gently covered the bleeding wound, dripping fresh blood, and then applied a healing spell. Gradually the bleeding stopped and the wound became smaller and smaller.

Cold fingers touched Snape's skin, and his body, heated by the battle, trembled violently. Snape put away her hand and stood up: "Why are you here?!"

Cyrus looked at Snape and said, "You are curious, Professor Lowe, could it be that the troll that was originally in the basement suddenly appeared on the fourth floor of the castle?"

Snape suddenly turned his head and stared at Quirrell fiercely, "Why--why--you--appear here!" Quirrell seemed to be frightened by Snape, and screamed tremblingly: "A giant... troll has appeared. In...in the student bathroom, I came...to inform you."

Snape immediately grabbed Quirrell's shoulders and pushed him forward, "Lead the way!" Cyrus also followed behind the two of them. She looked at Snape, whose trouser legs were broken and still had blood stains on them.

She secretly reached out and cast a cleaning spell on him and restored him to his original state. Unexpectedly, Snape turned his head and glared at her. The three of them quickly arrived at the girls' bathroom. The smell of blood and stench from the troll was overwhelming. Snape looked at the three little ones in the bathroom, made sure they were okay, and then walked to the troll's broken brain to inspect it.

Quirrell was frightened and ran away as soon as he took one look. Professor McGonagall also hurried over and saw the tragic situation in the bathroom. His originally worried face was filled with anger and surprise: "Who can tell me what is going on!?"

Snape's faint voice came, "It seems that we missed the wonderful performance of the great savior and his two friends challenging the troll."

Professor McGonagall became even more angry, but looked at the troll's bloody face and frowned tightly, "What exactly happened here, Miss Granger, I believe you will tell us the real situation."

Hermione rubbed the ring in her hand, still not recovering from the shock: "I...I..."

"Miss Granger, it's great that you are not injured. Fortunately, you are wearing the ring I gave you. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Cyrus stepped forward and held Hermione's pale and cold hand.

"Professor McGonagall, Hermione had a stomachache in the afternoon. She must have missed the Halloween dinner because of this. Unexpectedly, she was blocked in the bathroom by a troll. It was a terrible experience."

Cyrus smiled softly at Hermione, then looked at Harry and the two of them: "You must have found out that Hermione was not in the auditorium and were worried about her. She is a reliable friend, but don't you think it is a bit reckless? Maybe inform the professor next time What would be better?"

Professor McGonagall's angry face softened, "Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley, are things as Miss Slytherin said?" The three nodded blankly.

"So smart Miss Slytherin, can you tell me how three first-year wizards turned the troll into this?"

Snape stood up and came to Cyrus and stared into her eyes, as he did every time Snape wanted to use Legilimency on someone. But it doesn't work for Cyrus.

"I previously practiced making a ring that can emit protective spells. Miss Granger is very smart, so I gave it to her and asked her to tell me how she felt after using it. But it seems that there is something wrong. Fortunately, the other party is a troll. "

She turned her head and glanced at Hermione again, "Sorry Miss Granger, I apologize for my irresponsibility in giving it to you without checking it." Hermione was about to thank Cyrus, but was interrupted by Snape:

"Miss Slytherin, you have earned two weeks of confinement for your stupid arrogance, starting tonight!"

"But Cyrus saved Hermione without her ring..." Harry complained to Snape angrily,

"Mr. Potter, please shut your mouth and use your brain more next time instead of running stupidly to try to rescue your friends!"

Professor McGonagall also stepped in to calm the atmosphere, "Okay Severus. Since everyone is fine, Potter and the others also have good intentions. Miss Slytherin, although you indirectly saved Miss Granger.

But I hope to check it out next time I make alchemical products. Slytherin earned 20 points for this. Mr. Potter, as Miss Slytherin would say. Even if you are eager to save your friends, you should first seek help from the professors around you, got it? "

Although Harry strongly disagreed with this statement, he still nodded. In such a critical situation, how could I have time to find the professor again?

"Okay, you guys should go back to the dormitory quickly. Miss Granger, if you feel unwell, you can go to the school doctor's office and don't hold on to yourself from now on, okay?" Professor McGonagall still cares about her students, and After she saw Cyrus's scars two years ago, she even blamed herself for not paying attention to all the students.

The three of them looked at Cyrus, as if they had something to say to her. "You guys should go back and rest first. I'll accompany Professor Snape to clean up the troll's body. If you need anything, I'll see you tomorrow."

After everyone left, only Snape and Cyrus were left in the bathroom. Well, sir is angry again. Every time Snape was angry, he would be silent and silent, and his whole body would exude a "don't come near me" aura.

"Sir, it seems that the troll only has its snot that can be used as material. It seems that it can't be used now."

ignore,

"Why don't we just burn it on fire?"

ignore.

Cyrus looked at Snape, who had been looking at the troll's face, "That ring contains the Shattering Curse. I have strengthened it slightly and can only use it once."

She also squatted next to Snape and studied him like him, and was speechless again. Cyrus succeeded in forcing Snape to panic: "What are you planning, and what do you already know?!"

Cyrus put his face in his hands and looked closer to Snape's gloomy eyes: "No matter what, I will stand on your side. Not Dumbledore, but your side."

"Inexplicable words! Go to the office and be put in solitary confinement!" Cyrus wiped the dusty bottles and jars, and Snape punished her by not using magic to organize the potion cabinet.

"Why did it appear on the fourth floor?" Cyrus continued to wipe, "I have a question and wanted to ask sir, but I saw you rushing to the fourth floor in a panic, so I followed you."

"Oh? What's the problem?"

"There are so many professors in the school, not to mention Dumbledore is here, why do you have to be the one to check the situation on the fourth floor? Do you think about Dumbledore that much, even more than your own life?"

Snape stood up, "What did Dumbledore tell you?"

Cyrus put down the potion and sighed: "He didn't tell me anything. There is a three-headed dog guarding the fourth floor. He must be guarding something. And you are so anxious to check, it is difficult not to see that the things inside are different from It's about Dumbledore and it's precious."

Snape thought about it carefully, it was just a coincidence that Cyrus showed up, he happened to give Hermione a life-saving ring, and he happened to show up to help him. Snape didn't want to admit that as a professor, he was saved by his own students.

He took out a small bottle of golden potion and placed it on the table: "Don't meddle in your own business anymore!" Cyrus looked at the potion on the table and put it away carefully: "In the eyes of sir, I am nothing to you. Student, you are a respected professor and savior in my eyes. Your affairs are not nosy to me."

Before Snape could speak, she pointed to her eyes and said, "Be careful with Quirrell." Then she continued to pack the herb cabinet.

When Cyrus was having breakfast the next day, he saw three squirming figures approaching. Harry and Ron seemed to really not want to come to the Slytherin table, and Hermione was urging them from behind.

Hermione and her two useless men came over, and Hermione spoke first: "Thank you, Miss Slytherin, for saving my life thanks to your ring. Moreover, you were imprisoned by Professor Snape for protecting us. Confined.”

"Just call me Cyrus, Hermione. It's just a breeze, and I don't hate being detained by Professor Snape. It'll be fine."

The three portraits heard something unbelievable, "Okay...thank you Cyrus...the ring you made is really amazing!"

Cyrus looked at Harry: "Harry, you are very brave. But with your strength, can you really defeat the troll while ensuring the safety of your friends? I am not blaming you, Principal Dumbledore is also a Gryffindor, is his bravery the same as yours? Think about it."

Cyrus knew that everyone in Gryffindor admired Dumbledore infinitely, but few had Dumbledore's wisdom. "Hey, isn't this Potter?! You weren't scared to death by the troll, were you!?"

Draco looked at Harry and others mockingly, "Draco, have you forgotten what I told you?" Draco also felt a little unreasonable, so he sat down next to Cyrus and shut up.

Ron gloated and was about to say something when he saw Cyrus looking at him with a scary look: "Draco is a student of Slytherin. If he makes a mistake, I will educate him. But the glory of Slytherin has never been You allow yourself to be looked down upon by others, Mr. Weasley." Ron also became weak when facing Cyrus, "I'm sorry...".

After the three of them left, Draco approached Cyrus: "Cyrus, why are you helping those Gryffindors?"

"Before they were Gryffindor, they were all separate individuals. Just like you were a student of Slytherin and the heir of the Malfoy family. But before that, you were you, you were Draco.

In fact, those former names do not affect you from being yourself. I wanted to help them, so I did it. The same goes for you, I don't see you as the heir to the Malfoy family. Maybe you are proud of who you are.

But you have to be yourself first, right? In order to maintain those so-called reputations, is this your true self? Besides, I never view the four colleges separately. Slytherin, the Big Four, is also good friends with Gryffindor. "

Draco angrily turned his back to Cyrus and said, "Who would believe it?" There was a bit of joy on his face.