Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The handsome young man with short black hair gradually lengthened, his body became smaller, and his face gradually became more feminine. Cyrus's transfiguration spell failed, and now she was resting on Snape's body. The long hair fell on the side of Snape's blushing face, and he sat on Snape's lap without any support.

"Hey, I'm sorry, sir, I'm still in a daze right now." Snape turned his face and moved away resistingly, "Go down."

Cyrus leaned close to Snape's slightly rosy pale cheek. "Sir, are you a little drunk too? Your face is red, and the tips of your ears are..." Snape poked her forehead with his index finger and pushed Cyrus away. "Miss Slytherin should gone back."

Cyrus stood up and sat back on the sofa: "Sir, can you take me in for a few nights? I'm going to Malfoy's house in a few days." Snape's dazed mind suddenly became alert. "What are you doing there?" Cyrus teased. Long Hair "Pureblood Assembly, some people need to be dealt with."

"The Travers family?"

Snape immediately remembered the murderous intent hidden in Cyrus's smiling eyes when he saw Travers at the party, "You want to..."

Cyrus interrupted: "Don't worry, sir, after all - living is more painful." After a long silence, Snape stood up and walked into the cellar: "I don't think Miss Slytherin will have no place to live and ask her professor for help. "

Cyrus followed Snape, "Gellert has returned to Germany, and Salazar is also doing research all day long. Sir, do you still want to research potions? I will go with you."

Cyrus was blocked by the heavily closed door, so she sat back on the sofa and took out the project plan of the recently acquired company and silently read it. The whole room fell silent again, except for the sounds of gurgling and the rustling of parchment coming from the cellar.

Not long after, Snape walked out of the cellar and saw Cyrus, who was still sitting on the sofa, flipping through information. The girl looked tired and rubbed her temples from time to time. When she saw him, she smiled gently: "Sir, has the potion been brewed?"

Snape frowned: "Is Miss Slytherin planning to stay here and not leave?" The girl picked up the parchment in her hand, "Sir, come and take a look."

Snape took the parchment, his brows furrowed, and his eyes could no longer leave. "Potion to reverse soul trauma? Or... it's permanent."

"Soul trauma has always been an insurmountable problem in the wizarding world. First, the soul is too ethereal to study, and all related to it are harmful black magic. For example, Cruciatus, the damage it causes to the soul is permanent and irreversible. Secondly, soul research is too dangerous and magic power cannot directly affect the soul. But, I am different."

Cyrus pointed to his eyes, "After using Cruciatus on Voldemort last time, I vaguely saw the state of his soul's collapse, and I had a guess. I can see the magic and control its direction, why can't I cooperate with the potion to try to restore it?" Where’s the soul? Although it’s just a test, with your knowledge of potions, sir, the success rate will be greatly improved.”

Snape also sat down and thought carefully, "Describe what you saw carefully."

"The soul is composed of countless fragmented particles. I can't see the intact soul of a normal person. But I can see the soul that is collapsing or fragmenting. Magic has very little direct control over the soul. So if the output of magic is increased, What? If sir, there is a way to stabilize the scattered souls, then I can put them back together."

Snape shook his head: "No one has studied this, but individual magic power is too small for a huge soul. The magic power of a person's whole body cannot affect one-half of the soul... But for you... Gathering four powerful magic powers, but this is extremely taxing on the body, although it is feasible. There are medicines to stabilize the soul, but the effect is not enough to truly stop the soul from scattering."

Cyrus nodded, "Then we need the potion knowledge of Mr. Snape and the Prince family to support the research. If the two methods work together successfully, then we can make a real soul trauma reversal potion based on my magic power."

Cyrus then extended his hand to Snape, "Mr. Severus Snape, are you willing to cooperate with the Slytherin family on behalf of the Prince family to prepare a soul trauma reversal potion?"

A smile appeared on Snape's eternally gloomy face, and he held Cyrus's hand: "Why not, you have to use everything you can, right? Miss Slytherin."

"Of course, Mr. Snape."

Cyrus and Snape chatted all night and kept brewing various potions. In the past few days, the two of them had been studying potions besides eating and sleeping. Cyrus also managed to stay at Snape's house and live in a small room on the second floor.

The sky was slightly bright, and both of them were holding a cup of black coffee, their faces tired but energetic. After the research on the potion showed some results, Cyrus stood up and cast the transformation spell on himself: "Although my transformation spell can't last too long, two or three hours is enough. Sir, you want to go to St. Mungo's with me." A hospital, it’s not easy to study if you can’t see the real thing, isn’t it?”

The two of them apparated to the Psychiatric Trauma Department on the third floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Most of the patients inside were injured by various black magic and became insane, and Cyrus's target was Longbottom and his wife.

The Longbottoms were once members of the Order of the Phoenix founded by Dumbledore. On the night Voldemort killed Harry's parents, they were backlashed by ancient magic and disappeared. After that, his loyal subordinate Bellatrix Black was tortured to madness by using the Cruciatus Curse. Now they are like walking zombies, unable to think or speak.

Later, Neville Longbottom's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, the mother of the Longbottoms, took over the family business. Neville's grandmother was a very strong woman. She taught Neville very strictly and always warned Neville to be as strong as herself and avenge his parents in the future.

Cyrus and Snape saw Augusta Longbottom at the door of the ward. She was wearing green wizard robes, a fox fur scarf, a tall stuffed eagle hat, and holding a red Large handbags.

Seeing the two people, they were a little confused: "Professor Snape?" Cyrus released the transformation and walked forward to greet Mrs. Longbottom: "Hello, Mrs. Longbottom. I believe you have also received my letter. I'm sorry that I just said I can't appear in the public eye now. Professor Snape came with me as a partner."

Neville's grandmother nodded: "Hello Miss Slytherin, is it true that you said in your letter that there is a way to cure my son and daughter? But even St. Mungo's doctors have been unable to cure them for so many years."

Cyrus looked at her seriously. "I can only say that during the research process, I cannot guarantee you. This time I came to better understand the situation. I need to personally feel the state of their broken souls. Mrs. Longbottom, can you Let me and Professor Snape meet them?"

Neville's grandmother was a little lonely at first, but soon turned back to the strong and serious Mrs. Longbottom. "Of course, even if there is only a small possibility."

Then the two were taken into the ward and came to a bed hidden by curtains. Opening the curtains, two pale and empty-looking couples sat beside the bed. Neville was also sitting in the chair next to him, holding his mother's hand.

Seeing the person coming, he trembled violently, "Grandma, and Professor Snape!" Neville was often clumsy because of his poor grades in Potions class, and was very afraid of Snape, who was gloomy and scary and often scolded students.

"What does it look like! Say hello to Professor Snape and Miss Slytherin!" Neville's grandmother couldn't see her grandson acting weak in front of outsiders.

"Professor Snape, Miss Slytherin, hello." Cyrus patted Neville gently on the shoulder: "Hello, Neville. Call me Cyrus. We are here to visit your parents today. Please Can you just watch from the sidelines?"

Then Neville and his grandmother stood together, and Cyrus stretched out his hand to Snape: "Sir, take my hand and look into my eyes. Don't resist." The two had previously conducted experiments at Snape's house. , after contacting Cyrus she can use her ability to hallucinate to share vision.

Snape seemed even more awkward than the first time he tried it, after all, there were his students and his parents nearby. Cyrus took the initiative to hold his hand, which was rough but warm. Then Cyrus used his power, and the white wisps of particles on the Longbottoms and his wife were messy.

Cyrus observed carefully, "Sir, how long do you think the potion made now can be stable? Their souls have not disappeared, but have been severely damaged." Snape also looked at the wisps of souls. Previously, he could only see the colorful colors through his field of vision. The magic power, this was the first time he saw the magic power existing in people. I can't help but secretly marvel at the magic of Cyrus' abilities.

"Two minutes, but with today's harvest, maybe I can brew it for a longer time in the future."

Cyrus looked solemn: "Two minutes..." Then he looked at Neville, "Neville, can you come over and hold your mother's hand? Remember to observe all her changes carefully." Neville stepped forward with a confused look on his face. .

Cyrus nodded, and after signaling to Snape and Granny Neville, Snape took out the potion. "Neville, this is a soul-stabilizing potion. Please feed it to your mother." Even though he didn't know what they were going to do, Neville still listened to Cyrus.

Cyrus then let go of Snape and stretched his hands towards Neville's mother. The blue pupils flashed with light, and the magic power gradually enveloped all the white light. Under the effect of the stabilizing potion, the soul fragments are no longer stimulated by magic power. Controlling wisps of magic power, splicing and merging.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Cyrus's forehead, and his hands were shaking. 2 minutes is too short, not enough for her to repair a person's soul. When the time was up, Cyrus let out a heavy breath. "Neville, notice the change in your mother."

Neville's mother was still as numb as ever, her eyes dull. "Mom..." Following Neville's voice, her cloudy and hollow eyes gradually became clear, and she turned her head stiffly to look at the source of the sound.

"Neville...my child..." He called Neville slowly with chapped lips, and his eyes gradually turned red. Neville watched his mother finally wake up and cried excitedly, "Mom! Mom, you're awake!" In just ten seconds, the woman's expression returned to numbness and hollowness.

"Mom? Mom, what's wrong? Are you awake..." Neville's eyes were red and he held his mother's hand. At this time, her grandmother put her hand on his shoulder to comfort her. Her eyes were also red: "It's okay. Yes, Neville. It's okay."

Then she tidied herself up and turned around to leave the ward with Cyrus. After leaving the ward, Neville's grandmother said in a serious tone: "Miss Slytherin, Professor Snape. Who was that just now?"

Cyrus held her hand and said, "Mrs. Longbottom, although their souls are seriously damaged, they have not all disappeared. In other words, if the potion research is successful, there is a high probability that they will return to their original normal state. After that, If progress is made, Professor Snape and I will come again. This is also thanks to the potion studied by Professor Snape, otherwise I would not be able to repair their souls."

Neville's grandma nodded: "Okay, okay...thank you. On behalf of the Longbottom family, I would like to express my solemn gratitude to you!"

The two did not return to Spider End Alley, but returned to Slytherin Mansion. Salazar had preserved many ancient books about the soul, and they needed to learn more about them. The two of them stayed in the sea of ​​books for a whole day. Sometimes they felt that they had found some useful information, but after careful study, they found that it was not feasible.

Cyrus held his head in his hands, "Sir... now our difficulty is how to stabilize and maintain the soul together permanently. Perhaps the soul can be treated as an incised wound. As long as the bleeding is stopped, the human body will Spontaneously heal yourself until you are cured. The soul does not have the ability to heal itself, but if it is temporarily endowed, perhaps the ability to heal trauma can be firmly combined with the soul. The soul endowed with short-term healing ability will be easier to control and the time required will be reduced. Cyrus said as he fell into deeper thought, and Snape also remained silent.

"Are you going to the pure-blood gathering the day after tomorrow? After all, Prince is also in charge now." Cyrus thought it would be good to change his mind, and Snape also put down the book in his hand.

"Ah."

Cyrus asked Kuhl to get a glass of firewhiskey and poured two glasses. "I didn't expect Miss Slytherin to have a drinking habit."

"Just give yourself a break."

Even though Snape said this, he also picked up the wine and drank. "Your goal has always been Longbottom? To get the support of the Longbottom family at the pure-blood gathering?"

Cyrus looked at the wine glass in a daze: "It's not just Longbottom. If the potion research is successful, it will be a success that reverses history. After that, Slytherin will also have a place in the medical world. I need to let Slytherin, who is trapped in history, To re-enter the eyes of the world, since we have to do it, we must put it above the 28 Purebloods again."

With such ambitious words, Snape could not see any change in Cyrus' expression.

"Why do you do this? You have no such desire."

"Because I'm a Slytherin."

Cyrus put down his wine glass, "Why do you ask, sir?"

Snape seemed to be considering: "Because it seems like you haven't given up yet. Still haven't given up on resurrecting him."

The book has been read countless times, and there are various marks on it. The girl's idea of ​​repairing the soul was not inspired by Voldemort. She had already saved a soul with her own hands, but failed in the end.

"Of course I won't give up, and I would do the same if I were sir. Even if I can't hold the only warm light in my life, I won't stop chasing it. Sir, do you know that the end of life may not be death, but death?" It’s forgetfulness.”

Snape recalled that figure, Lily...