Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus walked to the bar a little tiredly and got a glass of water. "It seems that Miss Slytherin is not arrogant enough to challenge her drinking capacity this time."

It's still the same black robe, but the clothes underneath are more formal. "Sir, you are here too!" The fatigue just now seemed to be washed away, and Cyrus looked happily at Snape, who was sitting at the bar drinking a glass of fire whiskey.

"Sir, why are you here?" Cyrus sat next to Snape and looked into his dark eyes. She loved Snape's eye color.

"Come to meet some people." Snape's reply was simple, as if he was in a bad mood when he mentioned this. "I didn't know Miss Slytherin was so good at acting." Snape was talking about Cyrus's perfect performance in front of everyone just now.

"I didn't know Professor Snape paid so much attention to me." Cyrus approached Snape and imitated his tone and joked. Snape turned to look at Cyrus, not noticing Cyrus' approach.

The tips of their noses almost touched each other, and the elegant and cool fragrance came from them. Cyrus's dress today is different from before, more beautiful and moving. As we age, our bodies also mature. The faint smell of herbs on Snape's body was mixed with the spicy taste of whiskey. Cyrus leaned forward and got closer to Snape, the tip of his nose twitching, "I have long heard that fire whiskey is the classic drink that wizards love most. , turns out to be this taste.”

Cyrus sat down again, but saw Snape covering his mouth with one hand and turning his face away. "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Cyrus! Come here quickly."

Grindelwald appeared behind the two of them, took Cyrus's arm and led her away, and the two walked in the center of the auditorium. Grindelwald's intimate behavior towards Cyrus attracted everyone's attention. He ignored those who wanted to talk to him and slowly led Cyrus onto the stage.

One is chic and elegant, the other is elegant and beautiful. Grindelwald put his hand on Cyrus's shoulder: "Thank you all for coming. Today I announce that Grindelwald's heir is Cyrus Grindelwald Slytherin!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's brains were stunned for two seconds. Then countless camera flashes came towards the two of them, "Mr. Grindelwald! Why did you choose the heir of the Slytherin family to be your heir?"

"Mr. Grindelwald, do you have any relationship with Miss Cyrus Slytherin?" Countless questions came one after another, and Cyrus was about to open his mouth to answer the question.

Grindelwald raised his hand on Cyrus's shoulder and patted her. He looked at everyone with a generous and decent look: "Cyrus is my daughter, why can't I regard her as his heir?" Sure enough... this People say whatever they want... Grindelwald turned to look at Cyrus, "Don't you want to?" Cyrus smiled back: "Of course I do, father."

Cyrus was scolding Grindelwald in his heart at this moment, how could he explain this later. Can't it be said that he took a fancy to his excellent talent and felt like he was his heir at first sight?

Grindelwald seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled heartily: "You are my daughter, why should you hide it. I want the whole world to know that you are my Grindelwald's daughter."

"Thank you, father."

The two of them were surrounded. Cyrus curled his lips and said, "What should we do now, father." Grindelwald: "As Grindelwald's daughter, what do you think we should do?"

Cyrus smiled, raised his hand and waved it gracefully, as if conducting a symphony. "Of course it was Grindelwald's way of leaving."

Blue flames ignited around the two of them, and everyone stepped back and looked at Cyrus in shock. Then Cyrus raised his hand and waved forward, everyone backed down, and two blue flame barriers appeared. Everyone was blocked from the flames. Grindelwald took Cyrus's hand in a gentlemanly manner, and the two walked out of the room under everyone's gaze.

Then he apparated away. Before leaving, Cyrus looked at Snape's position and saw that he was also looking at him, and smiled sincerely.

The next day, all kinds of reports about yesterday were overwhelming. On the one hand, everyone was marveling at Cyrus's identity, and on the other hand, they were guessing which Slytherin descendant Cyrus' mother was. However, the two key figures in the incident seemed to ignore these speculations and reports.

For the next two weeks, Grindelwald tutored Cyrus in the Transfiguration. Cyrus needs to quickly learn how to change his appearance, otherwise it will be troublesome for him to leave the house. Although you can take polyjuice potion, it would be too troublesome to brew it every time and require someone else's hair.

Vader entered the room with a thick document and saw two Grindelwalds with exactly the same clothes, appearance, and temperament.

She looked back and forth between the two of them, and Grindelwald on the left spoke: "Vida, what's the matter?" Vader handed the document to the person on the left, "This is Durmstrang's budget for next year and the exchange for the year after. Please take a look at the project."

Grindelwald sat back on the sofa chair, raised his head slightly and flipped through the documents. "Well, that's right. Durmstrang will have a three-month exchange program with Hogwarts the year after next... Father, is this another sudden idea of ​​yours?"

The style of Grindelwald on the sofa made a sharp turn, and his appearance gradually changed back to that of Cyrus. Vader was surprised that she didn't recognize the real Grindelwald. Grindelwald, who had been standing next to him, spoke: "Hahaha, it really came to me suddenly. I don't want you to experience the teaching styles of different schools. In addition, the transfiguration is good, but the duration is too short. .Pay attention to the output and control of magic power."

Cyrus was used to Grindelwald's casual attitude, "But father, I will be very busy at Hogwarts. I may not have time to be an exchange student." Grindelwald dissatisfied: "Dumbledore is one thing. Why don’t you do it all...if you don’t have time, just forget it.”

"You can let Durmstrang participate in the Triwizard Tournament later, and then you can also go to Hogwarts."

"talk later."

Grindelwald then dealt with various documents while Cyrus read the newspaper. "It seems that you are still so famous after more than fifty years. The entire column of the newspaper is almost devoted to your announcement of heir."

"It seems that Miss Cyrus will no longer have an easy life." After Grindelwald declared himself his heir, although Cyrus added his surname to his name. But Grindelwald never called himself Miss Grindelwald or Miss Slytherin. They all call Cyrus by his Christian name, which Cyrus actually prefers.

"I should be able to handle it. Anyway, I'm going back to Hogwarts in September. At least I can experience being a normal student..." Cyrus's words stopped abruptly. She stood up suddenly and looked at Grindelwald: "Father, cast a longer-lasting transformation spell on me. I want to go out."

Snape returned from Diagon Alley to Spider End Alley where he lived, but saw a young man leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets at the door of the house. When the man saw Snape, the corner of his mouth raised, "Hello Mr. Snape, I am a reporter from the Daily Prophet. I would like to interview you about your inheritance of the Prince family."

The man's short, ear-length black hair was messy in the wind. He had sapphire-like eyes, a tall and straight figure, and a slim-fitting black shirt that exposed his collarbone. There was a sinister smile on his handsome yet feminine face, and a hint of coldness.

Snape said coldly: "No comment, please leave!" The man walked towards Snape step by step, getting closer and closer. The man was about the same height as him, but a little thinner. The two looked at each other. Snape looked into the man's eyes as deep as the sea, and a figure appeared in his mind. "Cyrus?"

The man suddenly showed a gentle smile, "Sir, this is the first time you have called me by my name and recognized me. I am very happy."

Snape's hand on the wand relaxed and he looked at Cyrus, who had transformed into a man, with a gloomy look on his face: "Why is Miss Slytherin here?" Cyrus turned and walked to the brick house where Snape lived and stopped. Next: "I'm here to visit, sir." Snape looked at Cyrus who gestured for her to come into the house, and reluctantly opened the door to let Cyrus in.

Nothing has changed, the dark and cold cabin, the bookcases and potion cabinets filled with books, and the fluffy sofa. Cyrus sat at the simple wooden table, and Snape also sat down. "So Slytherin—sir, what do you want here?"

Cyrus was not in a hurry to answer. He propped his chin on the wooden table and looked at Snape, "I saw the news in the newspaper that the British Prince family was re-inherited by future generations, so I came to see you immediately."

"Oh? Why did you come to me?"

"Of course I'm here to celebrate with you. Professor Snape will now be the powerful person in the Prince family."

"Miss Slytherin's current behavior is the same as that of the person who fawned over you at that dinner. Could it be that the noble heir of Slytherin and Grindelwald is still coming to show favor to little Prince?"

"Sir, can you call me Cyrus?"

Snape frowned: "No."

Cyrus was a little disappointed: "I am here to congratulate you in my personal capacity." Snape hesitated for a moment: "Why does Miss Cyrus look like this?" He heard the man call his Christian name Cyrus again. Lightly: "I was afraid that I would be surrounded by reporters within a few steps of showing up with my true appearance."

"I didn't expect Miss Cyrus to master such an excellent transformation technique." Cyrus waved his hand: "Gellert used it on me. It should last for a few days."

Then Cyrus stood up: "Come on, sir, let's go celebrate. I have long wanted to taste the firewhiskey." Snape looked helpless: "Don't Miss Cyrus know that she..."

"There will be no danger if you follow me, sir." Cyrus pointed to himself: "I look like a man now. There is nothing wrong with going to the bar to have a drink with my friends. Besides, sir, you haven't eaten yet. Bar."

Then Cyrus pushed Snape out. Snape returned to Diagon Alley again. Cyrus beside him seemed a little excited: "I haven't actually been to Diagon Alley much. It's really lively." Many people around him looked at Cyrus. Now She looks like a handsome young man in her 20s. The outstanding appearance and elegant temperament attracted a lot of attention. Snape also noticed this and quickened his pace.

The two came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar and ordered two meals and two glasses of Firewhiskey. Cyrus wanted to taste the wine first but Snape stopped him, "Eat first."

"Ok sir."

Snape looked at Cyrus who was acting so well-behaved. She was a little unusual today. Much more active and lively than usual. "Sir, what are your future plans? Prince's development in the UK is not very good."

Snape mocked coldly: "That's because they are too stupid." "Well, I believe in Sir's ability." Because he only wanted to help Snape before and did not consider his feelings, Cyrus will not be so casual now. Then he said what he could to help him.

"Sorry sir, I was too self-righteous before."

"fine."

Then the two of them were silent and finished their meal in silence. Cyrus raised his glass and said, "Cheers, sir." Snape touched the glass gently and then took a sip. He watched Cyrus sniff it first, then take a tentative sip. It seemed that he took another sip without tasting the taste.

"Whiskey should be tasted slowly. I didn't expect that Miss Cyrus not only looked like a man, but also behaved like a reckless man." Cyrus choked on the strong spicy taste and coughed a few times: "Okay. Yeah, but it’s really exciting.”

"Sir, do you have a good drinking capacity? I feel like you don't drink much."

"At least it's much better than Miss Sellers. I like a clear mind."

The two of them drank and chatted like this. Soon the first cup was over. Cyrus' face was slightly red, but Snape didn't change much.

"Professor Snape, are you drinking here too? It's really rare."

Hagrid's tall figure appeared, and Snape responded perfunctorily. Hagrid looked at the handsome young man beside Snape. How could Snape know such a person? The doubts were put on his face, and Cyrus spoke at this moment: "I am a friend of Severus, and I just came back from Germany recently."

Hagrid's thoughts were revealed and he smiled awkwardly, then left. "Miss Cyrus is so eloquent." Snape looked at Cyrus with disdain, wondering when a student would dare to call her by her first name.

Cyrus motioned to the boss to bring him two more glasses of whiskey, "It's just forced by the situation, but your name is very nice. Severus."

"After a few sips of wine, don't you know how to respect your elders?!" Cyrus shook the wine glass in his hand with a smirk on his face.

His handsome face is like a devil bewitching angels: "So, sir, don't you want to call me... elder?"

Snape was about to continue to say hurtful words, "Hey, handsome boy. Come and have a drink with your sister?" A scantily clad witch stepped forward and her whole body was almost pressed against Cyrus. Cyrus frowned. She didn't like this kind of contact. She avoided the witch's embrace and sat closer to Snape. Then Snape felt someone grab his neck, Cyrus hooked his neck and leaned his head against him. "Sorry, I'm in company."

The witch looked at the two people who were behaving intimately, stamped her feet and walked away angrily. Cyrus turned back and the two of them looked at each other closely. Cyrus's long eyelashes tickled Snape's cheek: "I look handsome when I turn into a man, sir?"

Snape pushed Cyrus away like an electric shock: "What a boring question!" Cyrus took a sip of wine, then sighed slightly: "This life seems pretty good."

During this period, people kept coming over to chat up Cyrus and bring her glasses of wine. Most of them were men. At first, Snape looked on with a joke. Although Cyrus now looked like a man, his appearance was almost a masculine version of herself.

Looking at the men approaching her, Snape's mood became irritable. Then he grabbed Cyrus, threw down the drink money, and walked out of the bar quickly. "Those people are really annoying, thank you sir."

Cyrus seemed to be a little unsteady in his steps, one light and one heavy, but she tried her best to suppress it. In the confrontation between the spirit and the body, Cyrus was still conscious, but his body was a little unruly. Then she felt someone put one hand on her shoulder and held her shoulder with the other.

Snape helped Cyrus back to Spider-End Alley, "I'm not that serious yet sir."

"Isn't it serious that you can't even walk smoothly?" Snape was a little glad that Cyrus was now in a man's body, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

Cyrus was placed on the sofa by Snape, who sat beside him. He was actually a little dizzy. "Sir, what do you usually do at home?" Cyrus leaned on the back of the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

"Read books, brew potions, and study spells."

"Just like Salazar."

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or the chat the two had just had. Snape asked curiously: "What do you usually do at home?"

Cyrus was still looking at the ceiling: "Home... When I am in the Slytherin mansion, I will take lessons from Salazar and practice magic spells. At Gellert's villa, I will learn about fire and practice transformation with him."

Snape remembered that at Hogwarts, the girl seemed invisible except in class. "Where do you go when you're not in class at Hogwarts?"

"Go stay with Angus."

"As a student, I don't look like a student at all."

"Haha, it's okay. Sir, he doesn't have any other activities on weekdays. If nothing happens, he just locks himself in the cellar to study potions."

Cyrus couldn't help laughing when he thought of the nicknames given to Snape by the students: "Sir, do you know what the students call you privately, greasy old bat. I don't think you are that old." "

Snape looked at Cyrus: "Miss Cyrus seems to have become very disrespectful of the professor and has become more and more noisy. Does that mean that Miss Cyrus thinks I am greasy and like a bat?"

Cyrus also turned to look at Snape, "Because I think Sir needs a noisy person to liven up the atmosphere."

She stretched out her hand to stroke Snape's hair hanging by his ears and rubbed it slightly: "It's a little greasy because you've been brewing potions all day. Maybe it would be more convenient to cut it shorter or tie it up."

As he spoke, he passed his hands through both sides of Snape's cheeks, pulled his mid-length hair behind his ears, and brushed the tips of Snape's ears with his cold hands. Cyrus got closer and closer, his fair skin exuding a faint fragrance, and his collarbone was graceful. Warm, alcoholic breath hit Snape's cheek.