Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

With a loud noise, the two appeared in the hall of Slytherin Mansion. "Cool, can you make us some Christmas dishes?"

Kull bent and bowed: "Of course! Master, I will definitely satisfy you."

Cyrus pulled away Snape's hand and said, "Sir, please rest here for a while. Dinner will be ready soon. I'll go say hello to my father."

Snape said a faint "hmm" and sat on the sofa. He didn't know why he followed Cyrus back to her house in a daze.

This is her home...the Slytherin mansion hidden by the Guardian Curse and the Loyalty Curse. He remembered the joke the girl had played on him. Could this be Salazar Slytherin's residence during his lifetime?

Cyrus came outside Salazar's laboratory and knocked lightly on the door. "Father, are you okay?" Salazar responded calmly from behind the door and opened the door to enter.

There were parchments full of words everywhere, and Cyrus frowned: "Father, Merry Christmas. How long has it been since you had a good rest?"

Salazar rubbed his brows tiredly, "Why are you back?"

"The professor missed the Christmas dinner in order to help me prepare Angus's gift. I brought him here to have something to eat."

Salazar frowned: "Is he the savior you mentioned?"

Cyrus nodded, "Do you want to come together, but what you need most now is to have a good rest. Will you be like this every day after I leave?"

Salazar rubbed his sore shoulders, "You guys eat, I still have research to do..." A snap of fingers sounded, "Kul, has father eaten tonight?"

"Master, he simply ate some... just..." Kull didn't dare to speak. Cyrus patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay. Tell me, what's wrong with him, father?"

Kull took courage: "Master, he hasn't rested for several days."

Cyrus sighed and told Kull to leave. "What are you studying? You are so sleepless and forgetful of food."

Salazar: "…………"

Cyrus stepped forward and pulled Salazar out of the research room. "Although you have a young body now, you will get old quickly if you don't pay attention to rest." Cyrus took Salazar back to his bedroom. "Get some rest, father. Get up and continue tomorrow. You are such an adult, do you still need to worry about your daughter?"

Salazar became like a child who had done something wrong, "Yeah, I got it." Then he left Cyrus with a "Merry Christmas, Cyrus." and closed the bedroom door.

Cyrus also went back to his room, took a quick shower, changed into his daily clothes, and returned to the auditorium. Snape was sitting on the sofa with his head in one hand, lost in thought, when he saw the person coming and raised his dark eyes.

Cyrus had just finished taking a shower, with water droplets hanging from the tips of his hair, and white mist filling his neck. Wearing a black shirt and trousers as usual, two buttons on the top of the shirt were loosened, making him more casual and casual.

The water droplets on the tip of the hair slowly flowed down the white neck, past the collarbone, and then flowed into the black shirt. Snape immediately turned his face away and said, "Come on, sir, the meal is ready."

The long table standing in the center of the dining room was filled with all kinds of delicacies. Cyrus thought to himself that this was too exaggerated. How could two people finish the meal...

"Miss Slytherin doesn't need to spend anything extravagant because of me."

"This is my compensation, please accept it happily. Otherwise, you can boil two bottles of potion for me and use it as food money."

The two sat opposite each other, and Cyrus called out a bottle of red wine and poured one for Snape. Then he poured himself another glass,

"I believe Miss Slytherin is underage."

Snape's hard voice came out, as if he was in a bad mood. "Theoretically, I'm over a thousand years old, sir. And I haven't drunk this stuff yet, so I'm a little curious about what it tastes like. I'm not in school now, so no one will know if I don't tell you, sir."

Snape snorted and cut into the steak on the plate. "Are you still joking about your professor?" Cyrus took a sip of red wine from the glass. "I'm not joking, sir, it's just that the facts are too bizarre. I can understand if you don't believe it."

"Oh? So according to what you said, then the father you just went to find - is Salazar Slytherin himself?" Snape's hand holding the knife became stronger.

"Sir, do you want to meet him? I thought you would have something in common. But he is resting now, and I will introduce him to you later. But I can't tell Dumbledore."

Snape was also a little skeptical now. It would be ridiculous if this was the case. "Are you really Salazar Slytherin's child?"

Cyrus's cheeks gradually turned red because he drank red wine, and he started to talk more. "I was not born by him, I was created by him using black magic. His blood and magic power remain in my body. So in terms of blood, he is indeed My father."

Snape thought about all the dark magic he knew, and wondered if this method was really feasible. But after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find the relevant knowledge. "Then you just said that your father is resting... is he still alive?"

Cyrus cut off a piece of grilled chicken breast, put it in his mouth, and nodded. "A historical figure who has lived for a thousand years, then you have also lived for a thousand years?" She nodded first, then shook her head. Then I thought about it for a while,

"Sir, after dinner, if you can help me brew two bottles of potion to replenish my mental strength or heal my tired body, I will tell you the secret of my survival for so many years. This is a secret that even Dumbledore doesn't know."

Snape glared at Cyrus: "I have no interest in Miss Slytherin's secrets."

Cyrus looked at Snape with a smile in his eyes, holding his chin: "Then you still ask. Just help me brew two bottles of potion, dear Dean."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he stood up and took the red wine glass from Cyrus' hand: "It seems that Miss Slytherin, who has lived for a thousand years, does not have a good drinking tolerance."

Cyrus gave up resistance and sat back on the seat, "I think it's okay. After all, I'm still conscious and I didn't act drunkenly to you with slurred speech."

Snape smiled contemptuously: "If that were the case, Miss Slytherin would have been given life-or-death water by me."

"What a bad taste, Dean."

"Each each other."

After dinner, Cyrus took Snape to the potions room. "I thought I could make the potion in my office."

"This is a potion for father. It would be more convenient to brew it here." Cyrus helped process the materials, while Snape was stirring the potion next to the cauldron.

The two of them cooperated very well, and Cyrus could always hand Snape the tools and ingredients he needed in time without Snape reminding him. "What do you think I should apply to be a Potions assistant after school starts?"

Cyrus asked as he pounded the sage, and Snape did not stop stirring in his hands: "The teaching assistants for all subjects are students in fifth year or above."

"Then why didn't you find students as teaching assistants?"

"Because they're so stupid."

Cyrus smiled and said: "It's true, but it's only relative. Sir, you have a very high talent in potions. It is no exaggeration to call it a genius. So you can't understand why ordinary people can't understand that you feel very Even for simple things, we cannot tolerate their actions that are very stupid in our own eyes."

"So Miss Slytherin knows me so well?"

Snape wasn't angry either, and seemed a little happy.

"Yes, sir."

Your life has been cycled through my mind countless times, how could I not understand it. "Sir, I have something that has been bothering me for a long time."

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Say."

"When I killed Burt Shawn at his request, I thought it was nothing. But now I feel a little guilty in my heart. I feel there is nothing wrong with killing him, but it feels strange to think that I have killed him. a feeling of.

He has no value to the world, his magic skills are worse than those of a third-grade wizard, he is an alcoholic, and he barely survives on government subsidies. The whole day is hazy, violent and unstable.

If such a person dies, no one will mourn for him, but I can't hate him. At that time, he told me that he no longer wanted to live, and told me that living in this world is the most painful thing. simply……"

Just like me.

"If it were you, would you have killed him?"

"meeting."

"why?"

"Whether it's for him or for myself. It's a relief."

"Sir, don't you think we are very similar?" Cyrus joked again. After Snape was silent for a long time, he said, "Yeah."

After hearing Snape's answer, Cyrus even went to squat in front of Snape and carefully observed Snape's dark eyes, which were still looking down at the cauldron. "Sir, when did you become so upright?"

"I wouldn't mind preparing another potion for Miss Slytherin to permanently lose her tongue."

"........."

Not long after, the two potions were finished brewing. Snape handed the potion to Cyrus, but did not let go after Cyrus took the potion. This strong sense of déjà vu…

"I think - Miss Slytherin has not fulfilled her promise." Cyrus let go and asked Snape very seriously: "Can your Occlumency be hidden from Dumbledore?"

Snape frowned and seemed to think for a while. "Principal Dumbledore will not use Legilimency on people easily, and if Miss Slytherin doesn't believe me, I can forget about it all."

Cyrus used illusions to hide the memory of what he saw and the plan against Voldemort in his mind. He walked up to Snape and looked into the dark ink-like pupils with his beautiful blue eyes. Really nice looking black. The distance between the two was very close, and the faint fragrance of blue wind chimes lingered on the tip of Snape's nose again.

"Are you asking me to use Legilimency on you?" Snape said with surprise. Cyrus had learned the Memory Charm in order to avoid being subjected to Legilimency.

"I trust you enough, sir." Then he recalled over and over again his experience of meeting Salazar and Grindelwald two years ago.

The severe pain of being pierced through his brain hit him, but Cyrus still didn't resist. Snape's usually calm and empty pupils gradually showed a look of surprise, and the stinging pain disappeared. Cyrus stepped aside to collect the remaining residue of the cauldron, allowing Snape to digest it himself.

"There are four kinds of magic in a person. No wonder you can use those powerful spells."

Cyrus was surprised, so sir, your focus has always been on magic spells and potions...

"Please keep this secret from Headmaster Dumbledore, sir."

"Ah."

Cyrus looked at the potion made by Snape. The color was perfect and clear. It seemed that his talent for potions was much lower than that of Snape.

"I heard that your mother is the last generation of the Prince family. Why don't you inherit the family? The current immortals in the Prince family do not have as amazing talents as you."

The topic touched upon Snape's thunderous point. His mother was removed from the Prince family, a famous potion family, after she fell in love with a Muggle and got married. But their married life was not happy after that. His father had a bad temper and often drank and beat his wife and his young self. But his mother could only choose to endure it and shed tears all day long.

He hated his father but was unable to take his mother away. Now his parents have passed away long ago, and he has never had any contact with the Prince family. "Clever Miss Slytherin thinks she knows everything, doesn't she!"

Cyrus shook his head: "I'm sorry, sir, I overstepped the bounds. You have to use everything you can use, right? There is no one in the Prince family. Your status, coupled with your outstanding abilities. Want to inherit Prince's family?" It's not difficult for Lin Si. I can tell you about your mother being removed from the family..."

"That's enough! I said, don't—meddle in other people's business!" Snape slammed the table, and the loud bang interrupted Cyrus's words. Cyrus saw his eyes filled with anger and stopped speaking.

"It seems that now the headmaster should take a good look at the quality of Dean Slytherin."

Cold words came from the door, Salazar crossed his arms and had frost in his eyes. "Father, this is my professor Severus Snape. Sir and I made a demulcent potion for you. He is a master of potions, very powerful."

Cyrus introduced the two of them to each other: "Sir, this is my father. Salazar Slytherin." Cyrus stood between the two of them, feeling like he was going to be frozen by the ice emanating from the two people in front and behind him.

Snape just nodded, and Salazar raised his chin: "I hope this professor will not lose Slytherin's face because he cannot control his emotions. It is really shameful to take his anger out on his own students." "

Snape's venom was ready to attack: "I don't need a thousand-year-old monster to teach me!" Seeing the two of them, he quickly pulled out his wand. Cyrus hurriedly said: "Father, why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

Salazar ignored Cyrus and stepped forward to face Snape, blocking Cyrus behind him: "Professor Snape, I don't think you know how to respect the master of the house as a guest."

Snape snorted and missed the two of them: "I am really grateful to the great Slytherin for his charity to me! Miss Slytherin, the favor between you and me has long been repaid. Please don't show any pathetic charity to your professor again." !”

Then he apparated and left. "What a disgusting guy!" Salazar was very dissatisfied with Snape's attitude towards Cyrus. Cyrus looked lonely: "Father, thank you for coming to defend me. But sir, you didn't mean it..."

She looked at the potion in her hand: "I went too far. I just don't understand... It seems that the method was wrong." Cyrus only knew that he wanted to be good to Snape, so he would naturally do what he did. In order to give Snape precious potion ingredients, he wanted to help him inherit the Prince family.

He just didn't take into account that Snape was also a proud man. He would not allow himself to be helped by others for no reason. His behavior caused him great annoyance and disgust.

Cyrus quickly regained his composure, "Father, do you still want to rest? You still look very bad." Salazar also put away his cold and arrogant attitude when facing Cyrus, "Well, I'll see you later. take a break."

"Father, please remember to drink the potion. This is what Sir instructed me to do. You must drink it." If it was made by Snape, Salazar would definitely not drink it.

Sarah looked at the potion, with a trace of impatience flashing in her eyes: "I know." Cyrus also packed up the potion table at this time, "Father, please go and rest quickly, I have to go back to Hogwarts." .I like your Christmas gift very much, thank you.”

Cyrus saw that Salazar's long hair was tied back with a headband made by Cyrus. Then he hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward and hugged Salazar gently.

"Father, Merry Christmas."

Salazar was obviously not used to contact with other people, and his hands were a little overwhelmed. Cyrus left him and saw a slight smile on Salazar's cold face.

"Merry Christmas, my child."

Cyrus was also stunned when he saw his long black vertical hair tied behind his back, his handsome and aloof face, and his cold and clear eyes with tenderness.

"You have a beautiful smile."