Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"Hello, my name is Cyrus Slytherin. I believe you have all seen me in the alchemy class. Because Professor Snape is too busy, I will cast spells for the first to third grade students every Wednesday. Medicine class.”

Cyrus wrote all the potion ingredients needed for this class on the podium, and the students below were very happy because he was no longer the old bat teaching him.

Harry and Ron whispered, "Isn't Cyrus working as a teaching assistant for alchemy? Now he can even teach Potions class?"

Ron scratched his head, "I don't know either, but I heard from George, Fred and the others that Cyrus's grades are very good. He seems to have completed all the courses from the first to seventh years of Hogwarts."

"Can you two lower your voices? I can't hear Cyrus clearly." Hermione, who was frantically taking notes, glared at the two of them. Because she was petrified some time ago, Hermione felt that she had missed a lot of lessons.

Seeing the three of them whispering, Cyrus smiled and walked to the three of them, "You will get five points from Gryffindor for whispering during class."

The three of them looked at Cyrus with embarrassed expressions, and then hurriedly lowered their heads to read. Draco and others on the side began to cheer, "Hey, Pot. Our Slytherin professors are very strict."

"If you make noises and disrupt order in class, you will get five points from Slytherin. Mr. Malfoy, of course I am strict, and I am strict with every student." Draco pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Cyrus did not realize that he had inherited Salazar's education method. Although he was gentle and patient with his students, the homework he assigned was anything but gentle.

She looked at the depressed faces of each student. If she couldn't complete this homework, wouldn't it mean that the class was in vain? She had to summarize the knowledge well.

Cyrus was packing up teaching equipment, "Professor Slytherin, I have a question for you." Cyrus looked up and saw Hermione,

"Hermione, just call me Cyrus after class. Any questions?" Hermione held a thick stack of parchment in her hand.

"Cyrus, I heard that you got good grades and completed all your courses in fourth grade. I feel a little overwhelmed lately. There is always too much to know and not enough time."

Cyrus leaned on the edge of the podium and said, "I heard that you have chosen all the elective courses next year. Maybe Professor McGonagall has a way to solve it. I don't think there is anything wrong with the desire to pursue knowledge, but this will not allow you to have time to study more. Do you have a favorite field?”

Hermione scratched her head, "I'm not sure which subject I like more, I just want to learn about them all."

Cyrus looked at Hermione and said, "You will find it. George and the others like alchemy in order to open their own shop in the future. Harry likes flying lessons in order to win in Quidditch. Ron seems to have the desire to be a prefect. Maybe you You can choose your course selection based on what you want to do most.”

Hermione nodded and looked at Cyrus, "What about you Cyrus, what do you want to do most?"

Cyrus picked up the lesson plan, "I...I want a reason most. Come on Hermione, the next class is about to start."

Thursday night, Cyrus came to the duel room. She was very much looking forward to the duel training with Snape. Snape did not wear loose robes, and the black slim-fitting clothes modified his figure well. He stood in the middle of the room and waited.

"Sir, I'm here." Snape looked at Cyrus, who had her long hair tied up high without any other decorations, and her basilisk earrings were also taken off. Wearing only a black shirt and black tights, there were many knives tied around his thighs, a pistol hanging on his side, and a dagger stuck in his back.

"Is Miss Slytherin going to fight the beasts of the Forbidden Forest?" Cyrus patted the gun on his side. "Isn't it because sir is too strong?" Snape picked up the wand and said, "Let's begin."

Cyrus' gentle face changed instantly, and his whole body ejected. The dagger has been drawn out and is held in the right hand, and the magic spell is fired with the left hand. Snape first fired a spell to restrict Cyrus's direction of movement, and easily blocked the spell. Then, with a silent armor spell in his heart, a small knife hit the blue protective shield.

Then three gunshots were heard, and the three bullets accurately hit the point where the knife had just hit with the same trajectory, and the blue protective cover shattered. Cyrus had already arrived in front of him. The dagger completely cut through the blue barrier. He changed the way he held the knife and continued to strike forward.

A beautiful spell struck and knocked down the dagger, and Cyrus also summoned a blue protective shield and stepped back. When he stepped back, he found that his feet were pulled by something, a freezing spell! Cyrus, who was temporarily incapacitated, immediately used the blazing flame to release the freezing state. The red flames around him formed a protective shield and also obscured his figure.

Snape clenched his wand to guard the surroundings. After the flames gradually receded, spells struck from two directions at the same time, and Cyrus also rushed out from the front. Snape threw a bottle of red potion, which shattered the red gas and immediately surrounded the two people. Cyrus lost his aim and his hands and feet went numb. His eyes turned scarlet, and the corners of his mouth revealed a hint of evil. Mr., he was really, really great.

One after another magic spells came from all directions, and suddenly a few strong winds cut through the red mist and directly chopped the flying magic spells, but they were also chopped into pieces by the air blades that also struck.

Snape caught a dazzling scarlet in the dissipating red mist, his limbs stiffened, and the entire room immediately became devoid of light. Snape lost his vision, and different footsteps came from all around.

There was a loud noise and Cyrus flew backwards. She sat on the ground and touched her left shoulder, which was hit by the curse. Snape appeared holding the bleeding right shoulder.

"Ms. Slytherin, are you looking down on me? I don't even use the fire and water curtains that I can make good use of."

Cyrus's scarlet eyes smiled even more, "You didn't use any black magic. The potion just had a paralyzing effect."

Then blue fire ignited around her and gradually formed into a giant python that rushed towards Snape, who gradually turned into a black mist.

Professors from various subjects rushed into the duel room following the loud noise, and they saw the two figures in the middle of the smoke-filled classroom. Cyrus held a dagger against Snape's neck, her slender neck was also pointed at Snape's wand, and both of their chests heaved violently.

Seeing the crowd approaching, the two of them stepped back at the same time and put away their weapons. "Sir, you are really amazing." Cyrus's eyes turned blue again, and Snape's figure occupied her entire pupils.

Snape also smiled, "Miss Slytherin is not bad either."

The next day, the news of the duel between the two spread throughout Hogwarts. There is even a theory that Cyrus wanted to challenge Snape to a duel in his place as Potions Professor. Cyrus and Snape ignored the rumors, both looking forward to next Thursday.

"Sir, the homework for grades one to three has been graded. Please take a look." Cyrus and Snape sat opposite each other in the potions office. She placed a thick stack of parchment in front of Snape.

"Ah."

Snape was also grading the senior year papers. "Sir, are you on good terms with Lucius Malfoy?"

The quill that was constantly writing stopped, "It's okay." Cyrus called out two cups of coffee and placed them on Snape's left hand.

"You know that the initiator of this Chamber of Secrets incident was the notebook left by Voldemort, so who brought the notebook to Ginny?"

"You mean, Lucius did it."

Cyrus nodded, "But the notebook has been completely destroyed by me, and the evidence has disappeared." Snape looked at Cyrus, "What is going on with that notebook, and why can it still absorb the lives of others. I I’ve never seen any dark magic item that can do that.”

Cyrus shook his head. He didn't lie without a draft. She didn't want Snape to know too much now, "I don't know either, sir. Maybe Dumbledore knows, but he won't tell me." Snape's brows deepened, "What are you going to do?"

Cyrus rested his head on his right hand and looked sideways at the ceiling as if thinking about something, "Mr. Malfoy needs to pay for what he has done, doesn't he? It's time for the wavering Malfoy family to take sides."

Snape raised his body and leaned back slightly, "What do you know?" Cyrus put his index finger on his lips, his eyes turned red and narrowed, and smiled evilly: "Secret."

Seeing Snape glaring at him, Cyrus softened his tone and said, "I will be visiting the Malfoy Mansion this weekend. Can you please tell me?"

Over the weekend, Cyrus sat in the private drawing room of the Malfoy family home. Draco's mother Narcissa poured a cup of tea for Cyrus and pushed it in front of her, and then poured a cup for Snape who followed.

"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy for your warm hospitality. Draco really has a beautiful and virtuous mother." Narcissa paused with her hand, then showed a forced smile. After Lucius sat across from the two of them and asked Narcissa to leave, his face was a little pale, but he was still full of aristocratic arrogance.

"Ms. Slytherin has a heavy workload. I thought she would wait until the end of the semester before coming back." Cyrus sipped the tea. "Mr. Malfoy, isn't it summer vacation tomorrow? Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Well, the board of directors did have some document processing problems. The Malfoy family will naturally bear the responsibility for the mistake. They are about to donate a considerable amount of donations to Hogwarts next year."

Lucius rubbed the silver snake-headed cane with both hands, and Cyrus put down the tea cup: "This is something you and Principal Dumbledore need to communicate. I think I didn't express it clearly. Is there anything else you want to say to Slytherin?" ?"

Lucius showed a standard smile, "Of course, the founder of Hogwarts, your father, has awakened. For generations of students from Slytherin, it is a gratifying thing."

Cyrus crossed his legs and leaned against the sofa, tapping his index finger lightly. Lucius instantly recalled the previous scene at the pure-blood gathering, and hurriedly said: "I really don't know what Miss Slytherin is referring to. All descendants of the Malfoy family are Slytherin students..."

"Borgin. Burke, Flourish and Blott Books."

The appearance of the two names made Lucius panic. Cyrus was too lazy to talk to him, "Lucius, I'm curious, now that the heirs of Slytherin have appeared at Hogwarts, you will still send the notebook. That's targeting Hogwarts. Zi, are you still targeting me?"

Cold sweat broke out on Lucius's forehead, but he knew that the notebook had been consumed and the other party had no direct evidence. "Miss Slytherin misunderstood, I don't understand what you are talking about." Cyrus looked at Lucius with interest. Si, "Excellent business acumen, high status among purebloods, and good psychological quality. No wonder Voldemort appreciates you."

As soon as these words came out, both Lucius and Snape's eyes flashed with uneasiness. Lucius observed Snape's expression with his peripheral vision, and Snape shook his head slightly.

Lucius wanted to argue again, but Cyrus sighed: "I was the one who destroyed the notebook with my own hands, and it was me who witnessed you stuffing the notebook into the crucible of Hogwarts students. Is it too late to think about excuses now? Voldemort disappeared. In the end, you can rely on financial benefits to escape the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic and become a glorious pure-blood adult again. Then have you thought about the situation you, the Malfoy family and even Draco will face if Voldemort returns?"

Lucius's pale hands clenched the crutches, "The mysterious man has fallen..."

Cyrus smiled and nodded her eyes: "As the heir of three people, I inherited my appearance from Salazar Slytherin and my eyes from Albus Dumbledore. Guess what, I What did you inherit from Gellert Grindelwald?"

Then Lucius saw one of Cyrus's eyes turning gray, "First...Prophet!"

There was also a moment of shock in Snape's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He saw that it was just Cyrus's illusion, "The Malfoy family always assesses the situation. Mr. Malfoy, if you continue to waver like this, no one can save you."

Cyrus twirled his long hair between his index fingers, "Miss Slytherin, even if you are the only one who says this..."

"I'm just out of good intentions. If I don't get the answer from the Malfoy family today, I will be the enemy of Slytherin. It's just poor Draco... It seems that the father's debt must be paid by the son."

Lucius immediately stood up and tried to take out his wand, but was met with a pair of huge yellow beast eyes. The huge figure of the fang blocked the front of Cyrus and gradually enveloped Lucius's entire body. The letter it spat out hit Lucius's pale and trembling cheek.

Cyrus smiled jokingly: "It turns out that Mr. Malfoy still likes Voldemort's way of talking. Can I think of your actions just now as a declaration of war on the Slytherin family?"

Cyrus felt her arm being grabbed hard, and she patted Snape's hand to tell him to let go. Lucius sat down on the ground and looked for help, looking at Snape for a while and then for Cyrus, "Miss Slytherin, please don't hurt Draco... I can do anything, please let him go!"

A hoarse and low snake language came out of Cyrus's mouth, "Fangs, come back." The huge basilisk immediately transformed into a silver earring and hovered around Cyrus's right ear.

"Mr. Malfoy, I have never committed to violent coercion. If you are still in the mood to make a deal with me..." Lucius stood up with difficulty, "As long as Miss Slytherin wants it, the Malfoys will do their best."

Cyrus shook his head, "You and I both know that there is no trust between us, although I don't want to do this... Mrs. Malfoy, stop eavesdropping at the door and come in."

Lucius turned around and saw his wife walking into the room with a pale face, "Miss Slytherin! This has nothing to do with my wife. Severus! You..."

A sharp blade of air cut off Lucius's crutch, "Mr. Malfoy, please don't trouble Professor Snape, okay?"

"Please sit down, both of you." Cyrus reached out and gestured to the sofa in front of him. Lucius held his wife's hand tightly, and the two sat down.

Cyrus' eyes stayed on the clasped hands of the two for a few more seconds, "As the heir of Slytherin and the heir of Grindelwald, I promise that if Voldemort returns again, I will help the Malfoy family escape Voldemort's threatening control. And the Malfoy family needs to cooperate when the Slytherin family needs it. How about it, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius nodded tremblingly, "Of course, Miss Slytherin...but Draco." Cyrus stretched out his hand to Lucius, but turned to Narcissa and said:

"This is another deal. In my personal capacity, I promise never to harm Draco Malfoy, or even to protect him. Is this okay, Mrs. Malfoy?"

Narcissa bit her lip, "The Unbreakable Curse... Please sign an unbreakable oath."

"Sissy!"

Lucius was afraid that Cyrus would be angry because of this, but a gentle voice came: "Okay. Mr. Malfoy, sign it with me. Can Professor Snape be a witness?"

Snape didn't move, with a gloomy look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking. "Sir, it's okay." Cyrus gave him a gentle smile and looked at Snape firmly.

"Cyrus Slytherin, will you protect Draco Malfoy from any threat to his life?"

"I can."

"Will you protect his soul from harm?" Narcissa's voice suddenly sounded.

"I can."

"Will you... take any harm from You-Know-Who on Draco's behalf?"

"……I can."

Cyrus smiled and looked at Lucius who was holding hands with him, "Lucius Malfoy, I need your eternal loyalty to me, and I need the Malfoy family's firm choice for me."

"As you wish."