Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Helena did not tell outsiders her true identity. She was the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower and called herself Lady Grey. He usually has a cold personality and doesn't have much contact with the little wizard, and rarely appears in front of others. When Cyrus arrived at Ravenclaw Tower, he saw the tall Helena wearing an exquisite dress.

Helena also sees Cyrus and doesn't seem to want to meet her, as the two have never met before. It's possible that Helena had been hiding from the Slytherin heir, having been coaxed into telling him the location of the Ravenclaw crown by Voldemort when he was still at school. When Voldemort got the news he wanted, he was no longer so gentle and graceful. Helena felt that she had been deceived and had a deep dislike for the Slytherin heir.

Helena turned to leave, but was stopped by Cyrus's words, "Miss Helena Ravenclaw, I would like to express my greetings to you on behalf of my father, Salazar Slytherin."

Helena turned her head, "What a boring joke!" Cyrus sighed, would he be told that he was lying every time he revealed his identity...

"Miss Helena, my father and I fell into a deep sleep a thousand years ago, and now we have successfully awakened. That's the fact. I just want to ask you one thing this time." Helena crossed her arms and floated close to Sailor. Sri Lanka.

She looked at Cyrus, whose face was very similar to Salazar's in her memory, "Are you really Uncle Salazar's daughter?"

Cyrus nodded "Yes."

Helena walked around Cyrus in disbelief, and her attitude became better: "What are you asking?" "Father, he may have gone to look for the whereabouts of your mother and the other two people. Do you know any clues? ?”

Helena showed a sad look, "Before my mother died, I didn't know their whereabouts afterwards. When I became a ghost, they were all gone, and I was the only one left in this castle."

Cyrus nodded, "Okay, Miss Helena, can you tell me something about my father?" "Uncle Salazar left Hogwarts before I was born. I learned from his portrait. Only then did I know what he looked like. My mother and the others all miss him, but no one knows where he went."

Cyrus remembered that Salazar was waiting for him in the hall every time he returned to Slytherin Mansion. His father had been alone since before he fell asleep. If his father only found the tombstones left by the three of them this time...

"Thank you, Miss Helena." Cyrus turned and left

"Wait, your name is Cyrus, right? Miss Cyrus, if you and your father could have fallen into a deep sleep for thousands of years, then my mother and the others..."

Cyrus was silent for a long time. "I don't know either, Miss Helena. Father never mentioned them. I think we will know when father comes back."

Leaving Ravenclaw Tower, Cyrus turned the corner and bumped into a black robe. The faint smell of herbal medicine gradually enveloped the whole body, "Sir? Do you still have to watch the night today?"

Cyrus stepped back and looked at Snape's extremely unnatural expression.

"Are you following me?"

Snape's face immediately darkened, "Miss Slytherin seems to be getting better and better at joking."

Cyrus smiled, "Can you please ask this professor to send his students back to their dormitories?" A cold snort came, and Snape's black robes flowed and he left quickly.

The direction he headed towards was the Slytherin lounge, and Cyrus hurried to follow him.

"Sir, is the development of the potion still going well? It is estimated that the news that the Longbottoms will be cured will come out soon." Snape walked slower: "It's not bad, and it can be officially put into use in about half a year."

"Well, St. Mungo's will be put on the market as the main potion in the future. I will leave it to you to handle them, okay? I will be responsible for asking them to promote it at the Daily Prophet." The soul repair potion created by the two is more effective than Bisler It's much worse to repair the soul with Si's own hands, but it's enough.

If you insist on taking it for a long time, as long as your soul is not as severely damaged as the Longbottoms, you can be cured. The output of this potion will inevitably attract Voldemort's attention in the future. In order to obtain eternal life and split his soul, he must need this soul-healing potion after his resurrection.

As a developer of potions, sir, at least Voldemort would not be foolish enough to direct his anger at him. It is also a life-saving card for Mr. The degree of damage to Voldemort's soul can be said to be several times that of the Longbottoms. Cyrus would not worry about him becoming stronger due to the potion cure, he was just trying to make up for it.

After Voldemort found out that the potion couldn't have much effect, he would definitely come to find her, which was exactly what she wanted, but that was another story.

The two of them were discussing the follow-up cooperation, and unknowingly arrived at the door of the Slytherin common room. "Sir, I'm here. You should also go back and rest. School will start tomorrow."

Snape finally spoke, "What do you mean by what you said before? What do you mean by trusting you this year? What will happen next?"

Cyrus lowered his hand when he opened the door and turned his back to Snape: "The things that happened fifty years ago should come to an end."

At the opening ceremony, Lockhart's arrival undoubtedly aroused the excitement of many girls. Cyrus looked at the useless peacock and couldn't help but compare. He really couldn't keep up with his husband.

Cyrus was also a little surprised that he could not help but think of Snape. At this time, Sir should be scolding Harry and Ron for exposing themselves to the Muggle world while driving and crashing the Whomping Willow. But after all, they are the saviors protected by Dumbledore, and even the Ministry of Magic will not do anything to the two of them. Now it was just a matter of waiting for Tom to do something.

It's Halloween again, the annual time when things are bound to happen, and Cyrus is also sitting in the auditorium. Normally she would never participate in these activities, but today she was abnormally chatting with Kate and others around her.

After the Halloween party ended, Cyrus followed everyone away, but saw several professors and Harry in a corridor. It finally started. Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, was hanging from the wall lamp, her limbs stiff. Filch grabbed Harry's collar and asked angrily: "You killed her! It was you!"

Harry was also very panicked, "It's not me! I just came here too!" People gradually surrounded him, and they followed Harry's gaze and looked at the wall.

A line of blood words: The secret room has been opened, enemies of the successor, beware!

Many students did not know the past events of Hogwarts. Several professors observed Cyrus from time to time after seeing the writing on the wall, and Snape did the same.

"Filch, Mrs. Norris is not dead, she was just petrified." Dumbledore stepped forward and everyone fell silent. "I think petrification can be lifted..." He looked at Cyrus, but found that she was not looking at him at all.

"Professor Sprout, I hope you can cultivate mature mandrakes as soon as possible. Professor Snape can brew a potion to eliminate petrification."

Professor Sprout nodded solemnly, "Okay Principal Dumbledore, but it will take a long time for the mandrake to mature. I will try my best."

At this time, Lockhart also came to join in: "Haha, it's okay. It's a petrification spell. I remember back then..." Snape was in a bad mood now and interrupted him fiercely.

"I think I'm the Potions Professor!"

Everyone left, but many students looked at Harry strangely. They didn't know what heir meant, but judging from the scene, Harry was indeed suspicious, and the explanation he gave was vague.

Some Slytherin students, such as Draco, learned about what happened fifty years ago from their father. Their chief is also the heir of Slytherin, so the answer undoubtedly lies in Cyrus. But they failed to point out that Cyrus had long been supported by Slytherin. Besides, Cyrus stayed with them all night. Neither Dumbledore nor any other professor came to Cyrus, perhaps because of insufficient evidence.

There were some hiccups during this period, and Lockhart planned a confession event on Valentine's Day in order to lighten the atmosphere. He invited a bunch of dwarves with golden wings to dress up as the God of Love and be responsible for delivering love letters to the students at Hogwarts.

Cyrus undoubtedly became the one who was told the most. In almost every class, the dwarf who rushed in handed him a love letter and was forced to listen to the ugly love song. Snape stood in class with a dark face. He had driven away those stupid and ugly dwarves countless times, but the love letters to Cyrus continued to flow.

"Miss Slytherin is so—fascinating."

Snape was sarcastic, but found that he seemed to have said the wrong thing and was embarrassed for a while. The dwarf rushed in again to break the deadlock. Snape's face almost twisted and he was about to drive the dwarf away, but found that the dwarf's target was not Cyrus but—himself?

The dwarf sang an unpleasant and off-key love song, and the students snickered privately. Snape was about to get angry when suddenly the love letter in the dwarf's hand was swallowed up by a ball of blue flames, and even the golden wings on his back were burned to ashes.

"I hope you can go back and tell Professor Lockhart not to affect the students' normal classes, okay?"

Cyrus smiled at the dwarf, but his eyes were cold. After scaring away the dwarves, Cyrus spoke a little louder: "It turns out that Slytherin students don't know how to respect professors, do they?" Everyone fell silent immediately, and even the Gryffindor students next to them did not dare to speak out. .

With Cyrus' threats, the dwarf never showed up in any class again, and he didn't even dare to come and send Cyrus a love letter. Cyrus, who thought she was finally at peace, did not expect that the dwarf no longer sent love letters, but students came to her to confess their love in person.

"Miss Slytherin, wait a minute!" Cyrus, who was about to go to the Room of Requirement to hide for a while, was stopped by someone again. When he turned around, he found that it was a Hufflepuff student. "Hello, Miss Slytherin. My name is Cedric Diggory."

Cedric is handsome and gentle, and is very popular among students. He is also one of the main targets of the dwarves. "Hello Mr. Diggory, what's wrong?"

Cedric scratched his head, "Just call me Cedric. Can I call you Cyrus?"

"Well, hello Cedric."

"Um, do you want to go to Hogsmeade and hang out together over the weekend?"

Snape's gloomy voice came: "Miss Slytherin, come to my office." Cyrus saw the person coming and smiled gently.

She hastily rejected Cedric, "Sorry Cedric, I've been too busy recently." Cyrus followed Snape, "Thank you sir, I didn't expect Valentine's Day to be such a troublesome holiday."

Snape: "Huh, Miss Slytherin is so charming that she fascinates those brainless students!"

Cyrus saw that Snape was in a bad mood, "They are just some teenagers."

"Oh? Then Miss Slytherin doesn't have any ideas?"

Cyrus waved his hand: "Actually, I don't understand why they are like this. What does liking feel like? Is it the same as love? What is love like?"

Snape did not answer her question: "Miss Slytherin must have received a lot of Valentine's Day chocolates." Cyrus nodded, "I don't think I need to tell Miss Slytherin to know the terrible effects of love potions."

"I burned those, sir."

An imperceptible smile appeared on Snape's lips, "Let's go to class."

Just after Valentine's Day, Lockhart started to make things happen again. He organized a dueling club, allowing students from all grades to come and observe his superb skills. He invited Professor Snape as his partner to demonstrate to the students, and of course Cyrus would not miss it.

Seeing that the Slytherin heir, who was usually too indifferent to him, also arrived, Lockhart took the initiative to hold Cyrus's hand and said enthusiastically, "Haha, I didn't expect that my smile would also attract Miss Slytherin's interest."

A black figure appeared and blocked Lockhart from getting closer to Cyrus. A wand was drawn on Lockhart's hand.

"Professor Lockhart, please come on stage and demonstrate. I think the students are looking forward to your superb abilities."

Lockhart smiled awkwardly and touched his swollen hand on the stage, and Snape followed suit.

"Come on, sir, you are the best." Cyrus's voice sounded from behind.

Lockhart wanted to continue to boast after taking the stage, but Snape took out his wand and urged Lockhart. Lockhart had no choice but to say to everyone: "Don't worry, everyone, I will return you an unharmed Potions Professor."

Snape was not wearing his large wizard robes, and his tall and straight figure, with his slender and well-proportioned figure and the long row of buttons tied to his neck, gave him a full sense of abstinence. The two faced each other and stretched out their wands, bowed slightly, turned back and stood a few steps.

Seeing that Lockhart's countdown was over, Snape said the spell clearly, loudly and slowly: "Expelliarmus!" A spell hit Lockhart directly, and Lockhart was hit by the spell and flew backwards in embarrassment. The students below were all laughing when they saw him in such embarrassment. In order to save face, Lockhart said: "It's a very good idea, Professor Snape. But I have to say that your intention is too obvious and can be easily seen through. Want to Stopping you is a piece of cake.”

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Oh? That's really thanks to Professor Lockhart for showing the students the wonderful way of flying backwards after being hit by a disarming spell.

How about - you come and teach the students yourself? Miss Slytherin, come up. "

Cyrus came on stage in front of everyone, and Lockhart wanted to refuse: "I don't think everyone wants Miss Slytherin to get hurt. Instead..."

Before he could finish his words, Cyrus stepped forward and bowed gracefully. "Professor Lockhart, please enlighten me."

Lockhart had no choice but to bow with Cyrus, and the two walked to stand on both sides of the stage as they had just done. "Miss Slytherin, don't be discouraged even if you know you have no chance of winning. Take out your wand. I promise you will be fine."

Lockhart showed Cyrus what he thought was a handsome and hearty smile. Cyrus frowned, and Snape behind him said, "Professor Lockhart must not know my student's fighting style. She does not need to use a wand." Most students knew that Cyrus never used his wand in class and always looked like he was just watching the show.

"In that case, Miss Slytherin, let's get started."

Lockhart finished the countdown and immediately fired a disarming spell at Cyrus. This was one of the few spells he could cast successfully.

Cyrus did not move, and the magic spell disappeared on the protective spell that appeared out of thin air in front of her. Lockhart then fired several shots of his wand to no avail, "Then it's my turn, Professor."

Cyrus stretched out his right hand and pointed at Lockhart, and a bright and rough spell flew straight out in the direction, grazing Lockhart's cheek and hitting the wall behind him, leaving a big crater.

"It seems that the accuracy of my magic power is still somewhat lacking. Thank you Professor Lockhart for your guidance." Then he walked off the stage without looking back. Lockhart was still stunned in fear. All the students below looked at the big hole made by the curse, and Ron's jaw almost dropped to the ground. This seems to be the first time Cyrus has shown his strength in front of everyone.

Snape said: "Now students come to the stage to practice. Potter, Malfoy, come up!"

Cyrus watched the duel between the two men, his thoughts drifting away. It seems that the Hogwarts professors are very good except for Lockhart. It would be great if I could compete with them, but Mr. is too busy...

After thinking about it, he left the duel room. It would be better if he wasn't there for what happened next. Just as Cyrus thought, Draco summoned a snake during the duel, and Harry, who had a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, also had the ability to speak Parseltongue. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he spoke to stop the snake from harming other students, but was misunderstood by the students who did not understand the snake language.

The next day, Harry once again followed the Basilisk's voice and found a petrified Muggle student and a nearly headless Nick from the Gryffindor ghost. Many students knew that the heir of Slytherin released monsters from the hidden room to kill students fifty years ago. Because Harry was present at the scene both times and his control of snakes was also reported, everyone was suspicious of one. One is Harry, and the other is Cyrus, the orthodox heir of Slytherin.

Cyrus is still supported by Slytherin, so there is no obvious ill will toward her. But Harry was unlucky, everyone deliberately stayed away from him.

One night Cyrus was called to the principal's office by Dumbledore, and happened to see Harry leaving. What Harry wanted to say to Cyrus when he saw her was, "Principal Dumbledore is in a hurry to find me. Harry, can we talk later?" Cyrus dismissed Harry and walked up the steps into the principal's office.