Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The pure-blood gathering was held at the Malfoy house, and Cyrus was still wearing a black shirt and black wizard robes as before. Snape, also dressed in black, was also nearby.

Everyone sat on the long table, "Minister Fudge, are the gadgets sent to the Ministry of Magic useful?" Cyrus worked with the twins to make a batch of rings that can release protective spells. Such a ring can be triggered at any time and is easy to carry. Protective measures can greatly increase the Auror's survival rate when conducting dangerous operations.

"Haha, if Scrimgeour didn't like to attend such occasions, he would definitely thank you personally, Miss Slytherin. If it could be mass-produced..." Fudge agreed from the side.

"That's good. I will discuss the detailed cooperation plan with the two Mr. Weasleys and hand it over to the Ministry of Magic."

Cyrus looked at Arthur Weasley again, "Mr. Weasley, what do you think, your two sons are very good. I think the Ministry of Magic will have more cooperation with them in the future."

Arthur also smiled: "Of course, but I still have to thank Miss Cyrus."

"You serve as the Director of the Department for the Suppression of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts in the Ministry of Magic, right? It's a very important position. Is that right, Minister Fudge?"

"Well...of course, Arthur is very popular with everyone."

Now Cyrus's strength and background have become an unshakable presence among purebloods, plus the Foley family, Longbottom family, Flint family and other purebloods who follow and support her. Any support she gave to either family brought huge benefits.

At this time, Lucius said: "Miss Slytherin, I'm glad to see you again. I didn't expect that you also have your own industry in the Muggle world. The cooperation plan you sent is perfect."

Cyrus nodded and smiled: "I just acquired some insignificant small companies. Thank you Mr. Malfoy for your support." Lucius also greeted Snape next to him, seeming a little surprised that the two of them would be together.

"Slytherin has been cooperating with Prince recently. I have to say that Professor Snape is also very good as a businessman." Cyrus smiled at Snape, who hated social interaction and had a gloomy face.

Lucius remained elegant: "Mr. Snape is indeed an excellent man." Cyrus greeted everyone from the pure-blood family, but ignored Travers and Sophie who were a little unnatural. Kill two people.

Snape was very surprised by the girl's ability. Not only did she have a certain status in the Ministry of Magic, almost half of the families present had more or less cooperative relationships with the Slytherin family, and other families were also sending messages to Cyrus. Intention to cooperate.

Cyrus' mouth was dry all afternoon. Travers and Shafik had been observing Cyrus's face, and no one from the family spoke to them. Everyone saw how Cyrus treated them differently.

When the meeting ends, others leave the conference room. As the host, Lucius was still saying goodbye to the guests in the conference room, and Cyrus was still sitting in the upper seat. Snape stood against the wall in the corner and observed several people.

Travers and Shafik came to Cyrus at this time, "Miss Slytherin, my child's ignorance offended you. I offer you my heartfelt apology." Travers and Shafik Ke looked guilty, as if he really blamed himself.

Cyrus put his right hand on his cheek and tilted his head slightly, "Mr. Travers, Mr. Shafiq, what if I don't accept your apology?"

Then Cyrus said quietly: "I have received a lot of shouting letters from you two before. At first, I only listened to their voices but did not see them. Now I finally see you two. In your mouth, I am very unbearable. , how can you accept the apology of a noble pureblood?"

The two of them gradually broke out into cold sweats. They had regretted it ever since they found out that the kid their children bullied was the heir of Slytherin. In addition, one's own property was squeezed out and occupied. Use the pureblood gathering as an opportunity to apologize to Cyrus.

Travers said quickly: "Miss Slytherin, my daughter is very guilty. She came today just to apologize to you. She also prepared a gift, which you will definitely like very much."

Cyrus did not speak, and then Serapha Travers walked into the room tremblingly. When she looked up and saw Cyrus, she could not help but tremble. If the family business was not threatened and her father's request was not for it, she would not want to Come.

She walked slowly behind Travers, "S... Miss Slytherin, I regret what I did, and I hope you can forgive me..."

Cyrus propped his head up and looked at her, tapping his index finger on the table regularly. The only sound left in the room was the knocking of the wooden table. Travers wiped the cold sweat from his head. The girl obviously didn't do anything, but she gave him a very strong sense of oppression. "Quick! Get the gift for Miss Slytherin!"

He shouted out the door, and then a perfectly proportioned German shepherd with shiny coat was led in. After signaling the German Shepherd to sit down, the visitor hurriedly left and closed the door.

Snape's eyes tightened when he saw the so-called gift, and he immediately looked at Cyrus. The sound of knocking on the wooden table stopped, and the girl's eyes were fixed on the German Shepherd.

"This is the most famous champion dog breed in the German Muggle world. After my daughter told me about it, I immediately got up and rushed to Germany." Seeing that Cyrus couldn't take his eyes off the German Shepherd, Travers finally relaxed. Take a breath.

"It seems that the two pure-blood adults heard about the poor situation of other people. Kerry and others all dropped out of school and moved to other countries without any reason. Then guess what Mr. Travers and Mr. Shafik, why did I let them go? what about you?"

Cyrus then looked at Serafa who was hiding behind her father, "Miss Serafa, I remember that you didn't do well in potions when you were at Hogwarts. It seems like you hated cutting those disgusting slugs?"

The girl said in a calm tone, "Yes... yes, I... am not very good at dissecting those bugs."

"It's okay, I can demonstrate it to you."

Immediately afterwards, Travers felt like he was being imprisoned and floating all over his body. Severe pain came, and a hideous wound was cut on his chest.

Serafa screamed when she saw her father floating beside her, and the girl beside her screamed with joy: "Miss Serafa, do you value your father very much?"

The pupils of the girl who was still sitting elegantly were shining with a strange red light, and everyone present who looked into her eyes seemed to be sucked into the terrifying blood. Several people felt that their bodies and minds were being torn apart. Even though they were just being stared at by those red eyes, they felt that their internal organs were being torn apart. The nightmare that tortured Serafa day and night came to her again. Serafa knelt on the ground and cried tremblingly, "Please... please... please don't kill my father."

The sound of cracking bones was heard, and the floating Travers' right index finger was twisted and broken by the air, and his screams were indistinct.

"Do you still remember what you said? Miss Serafa." Serafa looked helplessly at her father, whose chest was still bleeding in the air.

"I don't seem to remember. You once laughed and said, no, it's just, a, dog!!"

The girl gritted her teeth and spoke word by word, and one of Travers' fingers was broken every time she paused. Then his tone suddenly became gentle: "Isn't it just a human being? I can give you a father who is better, more handsome, and from a better background. What do you think, Miss Serafa?"

The long-lost humming sounded, and the girl's hands directed the magic power as if listening to a symphony. The organs from Travers' body were removed one by one. Serafa, who was already in tears, collapsed on the ground with empty pupils and murmured in her mouth. Then Travers' body fell heavily to the ground.

Cyrus looked at Shafique, who was kneeling on the ground in fear, "S... S... Miss Slytherin, I will go back and apply for my daughter's withdrawal from school. The Shafique family will never appear in the UK again. .Please let us go! Please let us go!"

Then a sharp blade of air flashed before his eyes, warm liquid gushes out of his mouth uncontrollably, and half of his tongue falls off.

"It turns out that your daughter's noisy and incomprehensible tongue is hereditary. It seems that this evil disease must be solved from the root." Shafiq's hands were trembling, and her whole body was shaking but she did not dare to make any more sounds.

Cyrus, who was sitting back in his chair, looked condescendingly at Shafik. The ring on his index finger flashed, and a thick needle and iron wire appeared and floated in front of him. "Mr. Shafiq, you are quite smart. Why didn't you bring your daughter here today?"

The man kneeling on the ground kept shaking his head and begging for mercy. Cyrus raised his eyebrows, "You have been bleeding. I think Mr. Malfoy doesn't like others dirtying his floor. Since you are so smart, you should know what to do."

Lucius stood in the corner and watched the man on the ground stabbing his lips with a thick needle until the iron wire sewed his lips together.

And the girl had been sitting quietly, her cold and melodious humming coupled with the man's painful choking, as if a demon from the abyss was admiring his masterpiece. Cold sweat wetted his collar, and he clenched the crutch in his hand. This feeling was only felt when facing the Dark Lord, and it was even more terrifying.

Shafiq was filled with tears and blood was still pouring out of her mouth. Cyrus had a smile on his lips, but he exuded a bloodthirsty and cruel aura that made people frightened. "It's really good. Do you think Miss Linna will like it?" Shafik was shocked when he heard his daughter's name and couldn't stop Whimpering, he stretched himself out on all fours and kowtowed to Cyrus.

At this time, a hand was placed on Cyrus's shoulder, and he pressed it hard, and the slightly bitter smell of the potion came. The girl closed her eyes, leaned back on the chair, took a deep breath, rubbed her cheek against the big hand on her shoulder,

"Please recite the counter-curse for him. I'm not generous enough to treat this thing."

Cyrus stood up and walked towards the German Shepherd who was already trembling with fear. He knelt down and reached out to touch its head, but was bitten back by the frightened German Shepherd. Blood dripped, and Lucius thought the girl would become angry again, but nothing happened. Cyrus looked at the German shepherd who was growling at him and biting him, his body trembling, his eyes full of fear.

The scarlet eyes turned back to blue, and his tone was gentle and light, "Sorry, I scared you." Then he pulled his hand away and stood up. Snape was already beside him,

"You are not him."

The girl's low murmur was only heard by Snape, "Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry for making your place dirty. Can you help me send them back? The German shepherd should also be sent back to Germany... I can see its owner. Love it."

Cyrus waved his hand, and the organs and internal organs scattered on the ground disappeared, but Travers' injured chest and broken fingers remained unchanged. The bleeding in Shafiq's mouth had stopped and she was trembling.

She looked at the three of them with a gentle smile, "I sincerely hope that you can go to heaven after death, because as long as you are alive, you will definitely live in hell."

Before leaving, the girl left a message: "You will take care of the business of the Travers and Shafik families."

Lucius was still in deep shock and fear. The girl's cruelty, coldness and bloodthirsty just now made him see the figure of Voldemort. The strange and powerful ability can kill people silently.

The man on the ground was not dead yet but almost there. His daughter was probably scared crazy. As for Shafiq, Lucius didn't even want to look at his face. The girl's last words were advice to him, as well as instructions and warnings from a superior.

Lucius was even more chilled when he saw the news in the newspaper the next day. "The Travers Family Mansion and the Shafik Family Manor caught fire at night. All items were burned to ashes, and there were no casualties!" 》

Snape and Cyrus returned to Spider End Alley, took some fresh blood from the medicine cabinet and poured it on Cyrus's hand, and then cleaned up the blood. During this period, Snape observed her expression many times, and the girl seemed to have turned back into the expressionless doll she was when they first met.

Snape didn't know what to say for a moment. The girl suddenly moved forward and hugged him. "Although it was only for a moment... I thought he was back." The girl's head was pressed against Snape's chest, and Snape was stiff. Standing, it seems that he is not used to this. He tried to leave but was hugged tightly by the girl. In desperation, he put his hand on the girl's head and patted her gently. It seems that only in front of him does the girl show a hint of vulnerability.

"Are you afraid of me, sir?"

"Why should I be afraid of my own students?"

The arms around Snape tightened, "Sir, I didn't expect your waist to be quite thin. I can't see your figure even if you wear a black robe all day long." Cyrus raised his head and brushed the tip of his nose against Snape's. Pu's chin. Then he left Snape's arms. For a moment, Snape seemed to want to keep the girl.

He suppressed the thought and returned to the vicious sarcasm, "Nonsense! Miss Slytherin doesn't know how to respect the professor." Cyrus shook his head: "Of course I respect you, professor, even more than I respect Dumbledore. "Humph! Then I am really grateful to Miss Slytherin."

Cyrus had already curled up on the sofa, leaning back very comfortably. "The pure-blood gathering is over. All that's left is to study the soul potion. I can finally relax a little."

Snape ignored her and took out the research on the potion and sat aside to read it. Cyrus retracted his joking expression and looked at Snape aside with mixed emotions. They will live a life worse than death, and the only reason for me to live is you...

After the two of them had been together for the past few days, Snape had become accustomed to the presence of the girl around him. Sometimes the two of them would be busy on their own, occasionally chatting for a moment or two during breaks, and sometimes they would discuss together. Every morning the girl would make herself a cup of black coffee.

In his eyes, the girl is more like a friend than a student. The two have similar experiences, neither likes to be noisy, and they seem to understand each other very well. No, it's just that he knows her. She doesn't know her identity or how miserable she has been.

"Sir, please don't show self-loathing in your eyes. You are you in my eyes. Even if you are hated by others and misunderstood by the world, you are still my respected professor and my savior. Nothing can change you, and nothing can change you." It can change my opinion of you.”

A wand struck Cyrus on the head, "Glib."

"Sir, you have a beautiful smile, eh..."

One night, while Cyrus was lying on his bed thinking about how to deal with the secret room after school started, there was a knock on the door. Cyrus stood up and opened the door "Sir, what's wrong?"

One hand directly pulled Cyrus towards the cellar, "The timing of stirring the Hera grass is wrong, and with the tears of Kurdos as an auxiliary enhancement effect, use the method of treating Jiyang juice with the curved insect liquid. 20 minutes Stir for three and a half turns and then immediately remove the crucible to cool and distill..."

As Snape walked, he explained to Cyrus the cooking method he had researched, and Cyrus listened silently. The two came to the cellar and Snape picked up the potion that had just been brewed on the table. "It's successful. It lasts for 30 minutes." Cyrus looked at Snape's dark circles and said, "That's great, sir. I haven’t had a good rest these past few days. Let’s go rest first.”

Only then did Snape realize that he was still holding Cyrus, and he quickly let go.

Cyrus got up from the bed, his hair still a little disheveled, and he was only wearing a thin pajamas. She will be 14 when school starts, and her body has grown, with swollen breasts and a slender waist.

Snape immediately started to say, "Go back to bed first." Cyrus was still studying the process of making Snape's writing, with his hands on the table and his body leaning down slightly. The suspenders of her pajamas slipped off her shoulders, exposing her graceful and slender collarbones.

Suddenly his whole body floated up, and Cyrus was quickly transported back to his room by Snape using a levitation spell.

"Are all researchers so weird?"

Cyrus wrote to Neville's grandmother early the next morning, and in the afternoon they returned to St. Mungo's Hospital again. Neville was excited and nervous.

After saying hello to the two of them, Cyrus went to the hospital bed of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom and took a deep breath: "Sir, let's get started." They first gave Mrs. Longbottom a soul-stabilizing potion. Cyrus could not repair multiple people at the same time. soul.

A very torturous 20 minutes passed. Cyrus wiped his sweat and drank a bottle of magic supplement to continue repairing Mr. Longbottom's soul. A pale Cyrus sat on a nearby hospital bed, as if she were the patient.

The Longbottoms were awake, and Neville and his grandmother hugged them. Cyrus and Snape gave them space and sat down on the unoccupied hospital bed nearby. Cyrus looked at the four people who were crying with joy. Is this his family? They looked so happy and happy.

There was also a flash of envy in Snape's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. "Miss Slytherin, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I might never be able to see my child again in this life." Mrs. Longbottom was pushed over by Neville in a wheelchair. She had been lying on the hospital bed for too long. , some muscle atrophy. Just do some recovery training and you'll be fine.

Mr. Longbas was also pushed over in a wheelchair by Neville's grandmother. "Thank you, Miss Slytherin. The Longbottom family will always remember your help." Cyrus looked at the two of them gently: "Mrs. Longbottom, Mr. Longbottom, you made great contributions to resisting Voldemort. You He is a war hero and should not be treated like this. I am very happy that I can help, and it is actually thanks to Professor Snape. The potion he brewed is the biggest contributor."

The Longbottoms also expressed their solemn thanks to Snape. Then Cyrus took Neville aside and said, "Neville, I know you are afraid of Professor Snape. He is indeed scary sometimes. He is just not good at showing his good intentions. This time, in order to brew the potion, several of him I have been studying non-stop all night, and I think you should also solemnly thank Professor Snape."

Neville nodded and wiped his still watering eyes. He ran to Snape and said, "S...Professor Snape, thank you for saving my parents. Thank you very much."

Snape curled his lips. He was not used to being thanked so directly, and his waist was poked by Cyrus who came over. He suppressed the words in his mouth again and nodded reluctantly.

"Ah."