Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

After the Christmas vacation, Cyrus had no further interactions with Snape, and both of them avoided each other in a tacit understanding. Cyrus also had some preparations to make now, and she came to the fourth floor alone at night.

She used music to hypnotize the three-headed dog guarding the entrance. The levels set by teachers in various subjects were not difficult for her. Passing through the last burning door, the Mirror of Erised comes into view. Cyrus stopped observing the magic mirror and left for the principal's office after understanding the contents of all the levels.

Cyrus came to the door of the principal's office and said hello to the gargoyle: "Call the old man who is eating candy inside for me. Thank you."

The stone door slowly rotates, revealing layers of stairs. After Cyrus went upstairs, he saw Dumbledore eating a huge ice cream sundae in front of him, "Principal Dumbledore... you really love sweets..."

Cyrus sat opposite Dumbledore and reached out to touch Fawkes' feathers, but was pecked by him. "What a naughty creature. I wonder if it will be reborn if it is roasted with strong fire."

Fawkes shouted to Cyrus dissatisfied and flew up to stand on Dumbledore's shoulders. "Cyrus, please don't make such a joke, Fawkes will be very angry." Dumbledore touched the phoenix standing on his shoulder in full force.

Cyrus called out a glass of water: "You are training Harry Potter." Dumbledore looked at Cyrus with interest: "Why do you say that?"

"Principal Dumbledore, why do you have to pretend to be confused like this every time? I don't believe that Quirrell, who is openly defying Voldemort in front of your eyes, can hide it from your eyes. I can see something fishy, ​​let alone you. If you don't take action, He didn't tell anyone else, and when school started, he specifically reminded Harry and others that there was a secret on the fourth floor.

Quirrell obviously wants to enter the fourth floor and steal something. I just went to see it. The levels set by the professors coincidentally match the skills possessed by the three Harrys. It seems that you designed them to pit the great savior against his destined enemy.

Voldemort is now too weak to do anything to them, and the possessed Quirrell has been tortured to the point of being dehumanized, but their safety is secretly protected by you. I want to wait for Harry and the others to bravely break through the level and prepare to sacrifice bravely to stop the mysterious man, while you are eating cockroaches in the principal's office and observing them. "

"Haha Cyrus, I have to say, you can always see through the surface and see the truth at a glance. It really scares me. So why did you come to me today?" Dumbledore put down the spoon holding the ice cream. Cross your arms.

A hint of murderous intent flashed through Cyrus's peaceful smile: "You are so cruel. As the heir of Slytherin, that person is in school now. If he hadn't been weak, he would have definitely found me. The same is true of you. students, it seems that the savior’s charm is greater.”

"I will not let him hurt his own students, Cyrus. You are also my student." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, and Cyrus's mouth was slightly raised, but there was no smile in his tone.

"So you're testing him, too, based on his reaction to me."

"I don't have any objections. Do you mind if I make Professor Quirrell's adventure a little more difficult? Don't worry, he will live to see Harry."

Dumbledore sighed: "I can't stop you anyway, can I?"

Dumbledore called out a brand new cup of ice cream and pushed it in front of Cyrus: "This is the first time we have talked alone since you came back. Can you share some interesting experiences during the trip with this boring old man like me?" "

Cyrus refused the sweet ice cream and discovered that she didn't like snacks, especially sweet things. "You have been worried about my identity. Because it involves the secrets of the Slytherin family, I cannot give any more explanations. I am indeed a descendant of Slytherin. You must also feel that the control of the castle has been given to me. Some.

But you can rest assured that there is no relationship between me and Voldemort. Rather, it is a shame for Slytherin to have descendants like him. "

"Okay, Cyrus. I believe you. Since our goals are the same, I hope you can help Harry and the others some time."

Cyrus sat back in the chair and put his right leg on his left leg. "Principal Dumbledore, you know that I never do anything meaningless. Not only do you ask Professor Snape to protect them, but now you ask me to act as a bodyguard?" ?

Are you a little too biased? Don't you think that this approach will only cultivate a savior who is not calm when things happen, and does reckless things without thinking about any consequences? They don't need to consider any consequences, because you will clean up the mess behind their backs.

Or - you just need them to have the consciousness to sacrifice themselves at any time? "

"Cyrus, many things are not that simple..."

Cyrus looked at Dumbledore, who had deep eyes, and his tone was more mocking: "You are a chess player who is very good at controlling people's hearts, and maybe even your own life will be calculated by you. You want Harry to defeat Voldemort, It's so ridiculous and ridiculous.

Think about it, the great and brave savior's road to save the world was built with the youth, energy and even lives of many people. The ridiculous savior is completely unaware of the sacrifices made by others, and stubbornly insists on what he thinks is justice and bravery.

Dumbledore, the path you have paved for him may lead to victory. But how many people and how many souls will be forever plunged into darkness before the so-called dawn of victory? "

The figure appeared in Cyrus' mind again. He was in the deep darkness just to pursue the light in his heart, but he always fell on the eve of dawn.

Dumbledore fell silent, and Cyrus said again: "I'm sorry, I'm not blaming you. If I were in your position, I might not be as good as you. But I am not a great white wizard. There is a bottom line you dare not cross. Treat me It's nothing. You have your plan, and I have mine. The one who kills Voldemort with his own hands will not be the savior."

Dumbledore looked guilty in his eyes: "Cyrus, you don't need to push yourself into the abyss again. I know you don't see any desire to live now, but people who care about you are gradually appearing around you, right? .Think of Professor Snape...maybe one day someone will save you from the darkness..."

Cyrus stood up and left without saying a word: "Really, then have you and Grindelwald achieved mutual redemption?"

After Cyrus left, the door behind Dumbledore was pushed open, and Snape walked out with a gloomy look. "Do you know what nonsense you've been talking about?!"

Dumbledore rubbed his brows tiredly, "Severus, it seems I'm really old."

A few days later, Cyrus discovered that the three little ones were discussing something with solemn expressions every day, and Hermione also asked him about Nico Flamel's identity. Cyrus suggested that she check out some books on alchemy. The time should be coming soon, as Cyrus entered the fourth floor again the night before.

She first fed the three-headed dog a strong stimulant, and then released a rapid growth spell on the devil's vine under the door panel guarded by the three-headed dog. The first level was set by Professor Flitwick, which requires someone to ride on a broom and find the real key in the air full of flying keys. Cyrus cast a copying and burning spell on the key.

She did not move the chessboard set up by Professor McGonagall in the next level. Even for Quirrell, these chessboards can be passed directly and violently.

She placed a scorpion-tailed ocelot behind the door that she had knocked unconscious. Then there is the logical reasoning potion problem set by Professor Snape. Only by successfully deducing the correct potion and drinking it can you pass through the giant door full of flames and reach the room where the magic mirror is. Cyrus added a laxative to the antidote.

At midnight, Cyrus was sitting in the principal's office holding a cup of coffee and watching the scenes in the magic ball with interest. Dumbledore was also chewing honey candies and watching with a smile. The two of them looked like they were going to watch some exciting movie.

Snape also came to the principal's office at this time, and he visibly froze for a moment when he saw Cyrus.

"Oh, Severus, you're here. Sit down quickly, it's about to start." Snape sat down next to Cyrus. The two of them did not say hello, both eyes were fixed on the magic ball.

Quirrell's figure appeared, and the violent three-headed dog even tore off its fixed collar and bit at Quirrell crazily. Quirrell was able to withstand the three-headed dog's desperate attack, and his left arm was also bitten. A furious sound came from his turban: "Trash! Let me do it!"

The next moment, the timid and cowardly Quirrell's whole demeanor changed, his eyes were sinister, and he fired a green spell to kill the three-headed dog.

"Ah...it seems that Hagrid is going to be sad." Dumbledore felt a little pity, but Cyrus felt no guilt at all. Who let it hurt Sir before? Even if the three-headed dog did not die in the hands of Voldemort in the end, Cyrus would have dealt with it.

Quirrell's body instantly weakened a lot. Voldemort could not control Quirrell's body all the time. He needed to preserve his magic power at the end. Quirrell opened the wooden board on the ground and jumped down. The thick devil vines grew wildly and could no longer be driven away with the lighting spell. Quirrell had no choice but to use a fire spell to burn him away. Now he was in a very bad condition, his left arm was still bleeding, and Voldemort could no longer help him.

Cyrus watched as Quirrell accurately stepped into his trap again and again, his eyes full of teasing: "Professor Quirrell is too anxious, you are really giving me face." Until he saw Harry walking into the room where the Mirror of Erised was placed. room, he was confronting Quirrell.

Cyrus stood up and looked at Dumbledore, "Okay, it's time for me to meet that relative. Please send me there, principal."

Snape tried to stop him, but Fawkes immediately flew to Cyrus's shoulders and carried her away. "What are you thinking, letting her face Voldemort?"

Snape gave Dumbledore a fierce look, then stared at the magic ball to observe the situation.

"It's you?! I thought it was Snape."

Harry looked at Quirrell in front of him in surprise, "It's thanks to him that he diverted my attention. Now, tell me! Where is the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell walked towards Harry fiercely, he was now wearing clothes Tattered and bitten on the left arm.

There were burns and scratches from wild beasts all over his body, and there was a vague pain in his stomach. As he limped to catch Harry, a flame appeared between the two.

"Dumbledore?!"

"I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell. It seems that my arrival has disappointed you." An indifferent and clear voice came out, and Cyrus walked out of the flames.

She looked at Quirrell's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but sneer: "Haha, you are really... cheering me up. Are the traps you set up very suitable for you?" Cyrus finally realized the joy of the twins when they played pranks.

"It's you!" Quirrell pointed his wand at Cyrus with a ferocious face, "Let me do it!" A hoarse voice appeared, and Quirrell bit his eyes: "Yes, Master."

Then he took off his turban and turned his back. A ferocious human face twisted behind his bald head. "It's better to see than hear a hundred times, my... great-grandson?"

Cyrus's nasty words obviously angered Voldemort, and the man's face twisted and looked at Cyrus fiercely. Harry was stunned and said, "Who the hell are you?!" But no one paid him any attention.

Voldemort suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to confuse Cyrus: "Heir of Slytherin... you and I should have stood together and been loyal to me. I will let you get whatever you want!"

Cyrus smiled evilly and his eyes turned scarlet: "You have no right to call Slytherin by his name, Tom."

"enough!"

Voldemort was enraged and controlled Quirrell's body to cast a death curse on Cyrus. The green light fell into Cyrus's chest but nothing happened. The air around the girl was distorted. She stood upright and still had a smile in her eyes, but it was more of a mockery.

"It seems that your body is so weak that you can't even harm others with the Death Curse. What a pity..." Then water flowed around her to protect her, and a dagger flashed in her right hand and rushed towards Quirrell.

A series of spells hit the water barrier around Cyrus, and the water barrier gradually revealed gaps and became looming. "Ridiculous spell!" Voldemort didn't hold back and fired spells at Cyrus frantically.

"Really? But for me, this is enough." Cyrus had already come to Quirrell and stabbed his chest accurately with the dagger, and then the sharp dagger pierced the blue protective spell. The curse hit Cyrus's right arm at close range, but she caught it without retreating.

Quirrell's body suddenly stiffened and he could not move. Sykes's right arm was pierced, and the dagger pierced Quirrell's chest. Cyrus didn't stop, he pressed Quirrell's chest with his left hand, and it fell apart! The magic power that circulated throughout his body gathered a little and exploded in Quirrell's chest.

Poof, blood splashed on her smiling cheek. With her right arm hanging down, she walked over to Quirrell's head, who was already lying down. Hold down that ferocious face,

"Voldemort, feel the burning from your soul!"

Crushing wrist bone! Quirrell was already lifeless, his body was twisted and trembling, and the face behind his head screamed ferociously: "Ahhh! I'm going to... kill you!"

Cyrus's scarlet eyes sparkled: "I'll wait."

Then the face was sunken, and the black mist emitted around it gradually revealed the face just now, but it was very thin and blurry. Black mist flew in the air and flew out of the window.

"Run away, I really look forward to the day when we meet again." Harry looked at Cyrus, who had just smiled but was exuding cold murderous intent. His red eyes were like sharp swords that could cut people into pieces.

"Cy...Cyrus...is that you?"

He backed away slowly. The girl in front of him was completely devoid of her usual gentleness and grace. The person standing in front of him now is crazy, evil, and full of hostility.

"Sorry for scaring you, it was me." Cyrus returned to his usual self at this time. If it weren't for the blood splattering on his body and the excitement that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, Harry would have believed that what he just saw was nothing. It's an illusion.

Dumbledore's figure appeared, "Harry, are you okay?" Then he looked at Cyrus, "Cyrus, you should also go to the school doctor's office for treatment."

At this time, Hermione also walked outside the door, "Principal Dumbledore! Professor Snape has taken Ron to the school doctor's office. Harry, you..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Cyrus walking towards him with blood on his face. A hole in his right arm was bleeding. Below the hole, a few strands of flesh hung on his forearm and followed Cyrus as he walked. The movement rocked back and forth.

"Cy...Cyrus!" Hermione's face was pale. She was not so scared when she saw the troll. The girl frowned: "Hermione, please keep your voice down, please? Don't make a fuss. I'm going to the school doctor's office first."

Cyrus walked around the three of them and saw Snape running towards him with an anxious face. "Sir, you are here."

Then he looked back at Harry, who was unharmed, and smiled sadly. His eyes were trance-like, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell straight into Snape's arms.

Cyrus regained consciousness and sat up from the bed with difficulty. "Cyrus, you wake up!" Harry's voice came, and Cyrus saw the three Harrys standing beside the bed looking at him with concern. Hermione's eyes were a little red, as if she had just cried.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Cyrus looked at his right arm, which was wrapped in bandages. "You slept for three days. Principal Dumbledore said that you used too much magic power and passed out." Manipulating the water curtain, creating illusions to avoid the death curse, petrification ability plus releasing the curse were indeed beyond his limits.

"I understand, thank you."

"Cyrus, thank you! Why did you suddenly appear there? And is that face really...Voldemort?" Harry asked all his curiosity, which gave Cyrus a headache.

"The patient needs to rest! Go back quickly, the visiting time has already passed."

Madam Pomfrey drove them away in time, and she gave Cyrus a bottle of potion. "Hurry up, kid. You are so seriously injured every time you come to the school infirmary. Professor Snape shocked me when he brought you in."

Cyrus thanked you in return: "Thank you. Madam Pomfrey is a skilled healer. There is no injury that you cannot fix."

"You kid! You can't joke with your life!"

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey."

"Huh? You just said...Professor Snape brought me in?" Only then did Cyrus react.

"Yes, he is also very anxious. He has brewed the potions these days." Cyrus nodded, "I will thank him later. I am already awake. Can I leave now?"

"No! Okay! I let you sneak out last time, don't think about it this time. Stay here for another three days for observation." Cyrus recalled the terrifying experience of being detained by Madam Pomfrey,

"OK……"