Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Today is Hogwarts' end-of-year party. Cyrus' injury and the sudden disappearance of Professor Quirrell aroused the curiosity of many students, and they all speculated that some people would ask Cyrus.

Of course, Cyrus left these troublesome and wasteful matters to Dumbledore, and the principal would explain them at the year-end banquet. Cyrus sat at the front of the Slytherin table. On either side of her were prefects Kate and Flint, and behind her were Draco and others.

Slytherin has won the House Cup for six consecutive years, including this year. Slytherin's score far exceeds that of the other three houses, and the auditorium has already been decorated with silver and green flags.

All students are beginning to look forward to the holidays, but the long Gryffindor table is a bit depressing. With the Big Three deducted points, the Grand Points ranked last. Some Gryffindor students also showed resentful looks towards Harry and others.

It seems that Dumbledore is causing trouble again. What the savior needs is not only his own courage. If he cannot follow the crowd, no one will be convinced in the future.

Dumbledore announced that this year's House Cup would be won by Slytherin House. Everyone around Cyrus clapped excitedly, and even Snape, who had been looking dark all day, also clapped his hands.

But then Dumbledore's voice came again: "But before that, there are a few things to announce." Sure enough, the favor that should come will be late but not absent.

Dumbledore scored points for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville for trying to stop them. Gryffindor's score was directly catching up with Slytherin's first place, even more than ten points higher.

The atmosphere on the Slytherin table gradually faded. Everyone clasped their hands, and Draco and the others looked at the Gryffindor table resentfully.

"In the end, Miss Cyrus Slytherin came forward to protect her classmates and repel the intruders in Hogwarts. For this, Slytherin added 60 points! The winner of this year's House Cup is - Slytherin! "

The score was widened again, with Slytherin firmly in first place. Cyrus stood up amidst the warm applause of the crowd and raised his glass to Dumbledore, then took out his wand and pointed upward.

A firework exploded in the sky above the auditorium, and the green light gathered into a giant snake spitting out a message in a lifelike manner, and then three figures appeared next to the giant snake. The red roaring lion, the blue soaring eagle, and the yellow running yellow badger.

"Glory—belongs to the entire Hogwarts."

All the students were excited beyond words as they watched the fireworks dancing in the sky. Then Kate and Draco stood up and raised their glasses to greet Cyrus: "Glory belongs to Hogwarts!" Then the students on the Slytherin table stood up and raised their glasses.

The Gryffindor twins, Harry and others stood up one after another to raise their glasses to Cyrus. Slowly, all the students from the four colleges stood up, "Glory - belongs to Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus with nostalgia in his eyes. In Cyrus, he saw the shadow of an old friend. He is so smart and outstanding, leading everyone and shining brightly.

Dumbledore originally had some speculation about Cyrus's identity, and after Cyrus left Hogwarts, Grindelwald also walked out of Nurmengard. The last conversation in the principal's office convinced him that Cyrus's father was Grindelwald. He is the son of Slytherin...

Snape looked at the girl with a smile on his face that had not changed for thousands of years. The girl who was originally deep in the quagmire has become so radiant. After leaving Slytherin, his thoughts were racing and he felt complicated.

Strong strength and talent, and an unshakable background are things he never had. The girl was so dazzling in his eyes that he unconsciously wanted to stay away, but after seeing her fainting in his arms, he picked her up without hesitation.

The students got on the train back to London, and Cyrus also returned to the Slytherin mansion. But he saw Salazar sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face, "Father, I'm back. What's wrong with you?"

Salazar glanced in one direction, "Can anyone enter the Slytherin mansion now?"

Cyrus followed his gaze and saw that Grindelwald was sitting on the sofa, holding a red wine glass and tasting wine elegantly. "I'm here to see my daughter. Do I still need your permission?"

"She is my Slytherin heir."

The two started to fight...

Cyrus always felt that this scene seemed familiar, and came to Grindelwald: "Long time no see, father. Have you finished your business in Germany?"

Grindelwald glanced at Salazar provocatively, "Well, it would have been fine already. But since you are still at Hogwarts, I didn't bother you."

He paused. "I will hold a banquet in London in a few days. Pure-blood families from Germany and England will be present. You will come with me."

Salazar looked disdainful next to him: "Pretending." Grindelwald raised his head and pointed his nose at Salazar: "It's better than some old immortal who can't even get out."

Water flowed around Salazar and collided with the blue fire around Grindelwald.

"Fathers, be friendly." Cyrus felt that such a title was awkward, but both of them were his fathers. If Dumbledore was there... that scene was really hard to accept. Should she call Father No. 1 and Father No. 2?

"You haven't learned how to use fire yet. I'll teach you these two days, and then I'll teach you how to protect yourself with fire shield." The two of them put away their tense momentum just now, as if nothing happened.

"Okay father, have you just arrived in England and found a place to live, or do you want to stay here?" Cyrus also wanted to learn Li Huo, and she has been practicing the spells Salazar taught her this year.

"Slytherin doesn't take in homeless people."

"I have a villa in London. Besides, I'm afraid that a fire will burn it down with you, an old guy."

It starts again...

Saying goodbye to Salazar, Cyrus followed Grindelwald to a villa outside London. An outstanding-looking young woman wearing a dark green dress gave gifts to the two of them: "Lord Grindelwald, Miss Grindelwald."

Grindelwald nodded, "This is Vita, my excellent subordinate."

"Hello, Miss Vita. Just call me Cyrus." Cyrus didn't care what Vita called him just now, but it sounded a little awkward.

"Let's go, Cyrus. You are hungry too. Let's go have dinner first." Grindelwald sat at the top of the dining table, Cyrus sat in the first seat next to him, and Vita stood aside.

"What happened to your hand?" Grindelwald looked at Cyrus's right hand, which was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his chest. "It's just a small injury. It was done during the battle. In fact, it's almost healed, Pomfrey. Madam asked me to fix it for a few more days before removing the bandage."

With a move of his left index finger, Cyrus cut the steak in front of him into pieces that were just the right size for his mouth. He picked up the knife and put it in his mouth. Cyrus loves steak.

"That old boy Dumbledore, I will go find him sooner or later."

"Okay dad, why do you want to fight whenever you meet someone?"

"That depends on who the other person is. How are you lately?"

Cyrus thought about it, and it was actually going well. "School life is very good. Now that I am famous as the heir of Slytherin, many people come to fawn over me. It's just that some industries in the wizarding world are developing too slowly, but this kind of Things can’t be rushed. I’m going to meet some pure-blood families this holiday, so I can get acquainted with them at your banquet.”

Grindelwald smiled: "Of course, I will announce you as my heir at the banquet."

Cyrus blinked: "Are you serious...but I am the heir of Slytherin now."

"I never joke, I want to do it and no one can stop me. What happened to the heir of Slytherin? Can't you be the heir of Grindelwald?"

Cyrus was speechless for a while. This man really did whatever he wanted, and no one could stop him. "Then Principal Dumbledore won't misunderstand. It seems that I will become the child born of you and Slytherin." Grindelwald hummed:

"who cares!"

Cyrus couldn't care less about the quarrel between lovers. "Will all the British purebloods go there then?"

"Of course, you're questioning your father's appeal?"

"Thank you father."

Cyrus knew that Grindelwald did all this for Cyrus, and he was very grateful. Suddenly he remembered another name and asked, "Father, do you know the Prince family?"

Grindelwald nodded: "The famous potion family, the main family in Germany is developing well. The family in the UK... seems to be close to being lonely."

Cyrus nodded and said nothing. "Are you asking about that professor of yours?" He also said that Salazar was an old monster, and he even found out about this. "Forget it, my husband is not interested in inheriting it anyway. If I interfere again, my husband will be even more disgusted with me."

Grindelwald frowned, "Did that boy named Snape bully you?" Cyrus explained: "Of course not, Professor Snape has been helping me and even saved my life. I just don't Know how to thank him properly."

Cyrus suddenly felt a bad premonition: "Don't think about embarrassing Mr. Salazar like Salazar, otherwise I will no longer help you fight. Kill each one."

Grindelwald burst out laughing, but he didn't expect that he had the same idea as the old immortal. "How do you and others call me?" Cyrus was a little confused: "I call you Mr. Grindelwald or Grindelwald. Is there anything wrong?"

Grindelwald shook his head, "You just use the Christian name for that old immortal." Cyrus looked at Grindelwald with a serious face, "I know father, I will call you Gellert when I mention you in the future. of."

Grindelwald shook his head again, and Cyrus said helplessly: "I know, Gellert."

Only then was Grindelwald satisfied: "Well, you can call me that when there are no outsiders in the future. Especially in front of that old immortal." Do the old people nowadays love to compare so much.

Cyrus has been staying at Grindelwald's villa for the past few days, sometimes sparring with Vader in the afternoon, practicing Fierce Fire with Grindelwald in the evening, and sometimes giving instructions on Cyrus's transformation technique. I have to say that all three of my fathers are very good, and they are all professors now... What a beautiful coincidence.

"Gellert, will you also teach in Durmstrang?" Grindelwald raised his head slightly: "Of course not, those people are not qualified to ask me to guide them." "It's really amazing."

Soon, the day for the banquet arrived. In addition to the members of the pure-blood family, there were actually some officials from the Ministry of Magic, including Minister Fudge, and of course the reporters.

Cyrus' long, smooth black hair fell on her chest, and she wore a strapless black evening gown that reflected her skin like snow, making her look noble and elegant. A small silver snake hovered in the right ear, with yellow vertical pupils shining slightly. Although his expression was indifferent, against the backdrop of Cyrus' blue eyes, his whole person looked ethereal and calm.

"Cyrus, I knew you would come!" Cyrus looked back and saw the head with blond hair, "Draco, hello."

Seeing Cyrus's face, Draco's face gradually turned red: "Hello, I came here with my father." Then a blond man dressed in noble and elegant clothes came over, with long blond hair shawl, holding a silver snake-headed cane. He shook hands with Cyrus gentlemanly,

"Hello Miss Slytherin, I have heard Draco talk about your excellence. Today we finally met."

"Hello Mr. Malfoy, the Malfoy family has not only developed successfully in the wizarding world, but also has an industry in the Muggle world. They are really excellent business minds."

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Slytherin. It's very flattering. You are always welcome to be a guest in my house."

"Then thank you Mr. Malfoy first. I will go to the house to bother you later." The two exchanged business boasts, which made Draco's head hurt. After Lucius took Draco away, more and more people gradually came to say hello to Cyrus.

"Miss Slytherin, how are you these days?" Mr. Foley greeted Cyrus warmly, and Kate followed behind the man.

"Hello Mr. Foley, and Kate. How is the management of the dragon farm recently? Is it going well?" Cyrus handed over the dragon farm he previously purchased in Romania to the Foley family for management, with himself as the largest shareholder.

"It went very smoothly, and your suggestions were very effective. I believe that within a few months, the revenue of Dragon Farm will be doubled. Thank you again for being willing to give the Foley family a chance!" Foley's eyes were full of respect and gratitude. , Cyrus waved his hand: "If you want to thank me, just thank your daughter. She recommended you to me. I have to say that your management skills are very good, but sometimes your methods are not strong enough. Take your time, if you have any questions contact me anytime."

Cyrus said hello to Kate again, and the two chatted indifferently. At this time, a red-haired middle-aged man came forward, and Cyrus recognized him. "Hello Miss Slytherin, I am Arthur Weasley. My sons have been taken care of by you, and I am sorry that I have only come to express my gratitude now."

"Hello Mr. Weasley, George, Fred, they have helped me, and Ron is also my friend. Don't worry about it." Arthur smiled heartily: "Haha, I hope they didn't cause you any trouble, Jasmine, too. It’s my wife who has always wanted to invite you to her home to try her craftsmanship.”

Cyrus smiled back: "I will come and support you if I have the chance, Mr. Weasley. Please say hello to Mrs. Weasley for me.

People with familiar or unfamiliar faces came to say hello to Cyrus. She kept smiling at everyone without showing any impatience.

"Miss Slytherin, nice to meet you. My name is Hodder Travers, and my daughter also went to Hogwarts. But after graduation, she was still a prefect of Slytherin. Xiangbisi Miss Letling knows her too."

A short, fat man with some baldness appeared, and Cyrus looked at him: "Hello Mr. Travers, of course I remember Miss Serapha, she is a very-excellent person. Didn't she come today?"

Seeing that Cyrus seemed to be good friends with his daughter, the man said: "She is now interning in France, but she will come back soon. Please be sure to come to the Travers Mansion as a guest later."

Cyrus's smile grew thicker: "Of course, Mr. Travers. I will hold a pure-blood gathering in the name of the Slytherin heir. You and your daughter - please be sure to attend." The man's plump face smiled. Get up: "Haha of course, of course!"

"Miss Slytherin, I finally meet you in person. I didn't expect that the descendants of Slytherin after thousands of years would be so beautiful. I am Fudge, the Minister of Magic."

He should be called the most useless minister in the Ministry of Magic. Cyrus still had a perfect expression: "Hello, Minister Fudge. Thank you for your compliment. The wizarding world is now in a peaceful situation thanks to your leadership."

Fudge didn't hesitate to praise him and immediately acted proud. More than half of the reason he was able to become Minister of Magic was because he had the support of purebloods, which was also the reason why he showed his kindness to him. With the support of the Slytherin family, his position as Minister of Magic will be more secure.

After a while of pleasantries, Fudge's purpose was too obvious. After such a comparison, Lucius is definitely one of the better purebloods. Cyrus finally escaped the spotlight, using the pretext of going to see his friends.

She leaned against the wall and Rita appeared beside her. "Miss Cyrus, the book you asked me to write is ready for publication." Cyrus once asked Rita to conduct an exclusive interview with him and asked her to write it on the theme of "The Heir of Slytherin".

"Well, after it is published, I will write another book about Slytherin's will. The general content is to clarify Salazar Slytherin's pure blood theory. If you are unsure, come to me for an interview. Grindelwald will come on stage to announce something soon. It's such a big event, I've reserved a seat in the front row for you." Rita nodded respectfully, "You've done a great job, Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Prophet."

Cyrus was also a shareholder in the Daily Prophet and easily made Rita the editor-in-chief. "Okay, Miss Cyrus." Rita bowed deeply to Cyrus and left.