Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"Is this love? Between the Malfoys and Narcissa towards her son." Cyrus and Snape phantomed to Hogsmeade, and the two walked on the deserted streets. Snape grabbed Cyrus's right hand, which was signed with the Unbreakable Curse.

"What on earth are you thinking! Go find Dumbledore, maybe he can still find a way..."

"Sir, this is necessary for me to kill Voldemort once and for all. I'll be fine."

"You have to do it? There are Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Slytherin, and... me... why do you want to go!?"

Snape could no longer suppress the anger and questions in his heart. He had no clue about the plan mentioned by the girl. He didn't know how much the girl knew. Since she knew Lucius was still working for the mysterious man, she didn't know her identity.

"Sir, this is my promise. If you believe me, please..."

"How can I trust you when you don't tell me anything!"

Cyrus pointed to Snape's left arm, "I know." Snape shook off Cyrus's hand and held his right arm tightly. "Because you have Grindelwald's prophecy ability? That's just you lying." Do you think you can deceive me with Lucius’s tricks?”

Cyrus shook his head and nodded, "Sir, do you know what I saw during my long sleep?"

Cyrus' eyes were lonely and lonely, "I am like a being outside the world, experiencing the lives of various people over and over again. Among them, you are included.

From the time you show up at Hogwarts to the time you die. I have witnessed various people die countless times, and the cycle continues endlessly. I've never told anyone and I don't know why I saw this.

Perhaps it was fate that I met you in my memory in the spider tail alley in the rain. "

Cyrus slowly walked into Snape, "I don't care about anyone, but you are the exception. This is a promise I have to fulfill. You are my savior, even my name is yours." I will repay you with your life."

Snape looked at Cyrus in disbelief. He slowly backed away and gritted his teeth: "I don't like such jokes." Cyrus sighed and said slowly:

"Don't you always find it strange that I always know things that I shouldn't know, and they always appear coincidentally and timely in emergencies. I have recognized you since that day in Spider Tail Alley."

"Who do you think you are? Seeing my life... I said, I don't need you to meddle in my own business!" The very unpleasant conversation between the two ended, and Cyrus stood alone at the dark crossroads.

"I seem to have done something wrong again..."

"Father, you really like to spy on others." Cyrus looked at the shadow in the corner, and Dumbledore's figure appeared. "Ha, kid. I'm really just passing by this time."

Cyrus sneered: "What are you doing here?" Dumbledore rubbed his curly hair and said, "Come on, kid, I'll take you to meet someone."

The two walked into a shabby bar with a pig's head hanging on it. The waiter at the bar looked very much like Dumbledore, except that he had a long and messy beard.

He saw the two of them glance at Dumbledore irritably: "When did you get into the habit of pretending to be young?!" Dumbledore was still smiling,

"Aberforth, this is my daughter, Cyrus. Cyrus, this is my brother Aberforth." Aberforth snorted angrily: "Huh, who doesn't know the great Dumbledore?" We have an heir. If you have something to say, please tell me, and if you have nothing to do, leave immediately!"

Cyrus sat directly on the chair at the bar, "Uncle Aberforth, I heard that the Hog's Head Bar is very famous for its fire whiskey. Can you teach me how to make it?"

Aberforth glanced at Cyrus and said, "Underage drinking!" Cyrus waved his hand and cast the transformation spell. She did not turn into Sean, but into an adult who was more mature than her original appearance.

"Uncle Aberforth, this way my soul age and outer age are no longer underage."

Aberforth's tone became even more irritable: "Don't think you can show off here just because you learned a few tricks from Dumbledore!"

Cyrus turned to look at Dumbledore: "Father, you should learn more about your brother's straightforward character." Dumbledore smiled awkwardly and sat next to Cyrus. The two of them just stared at Aberforth in silence.

Aberforth's face became darker and darker, and he took out two glasses of wine: "After drinking, get out!" Cyrus picked up the clean wine glass and clinked it with the dirty wine glass in Dumbledore's hand, and quietly said to him: "You learn Not bad.”

Dumbledore also found that Cyrus's method of keeping silent in front of others worked well.

"Uncle Aberforth, do you live here?" Cyrus kept chatting with Aberforth. At first, Aberforth ignored him, but then he slowly started to speak. "Well, where else would we go?"

"Then can I come to your place for a drink? Of course the account will be kept by my father."

"Ha, whatever you want."

Dumbledore rubbed his brows, "Cyrus...your headmaster is still here." Cyrus turned into Sean again, "What does it have to do with Cyrus that Sean comes to Mr. Aberforth's place to drink."

"Hahaha, interesting little guy!" Aberforth's mood also became very good.

The two of them said goodbye to Aberforth and walked on the roadside. "Thank you father, I feel much better." Dumbledore looked at Cyrus with loving eyes.

"I should thank you, kid." Cyrus looked at the twinkling stars in the sky: "Don't you ask, I just told my husband."

Dumbledore raised his head and stared at the sky: "If you want to say something, I am willing to listen quietly by your side. If you are not willing, I will not ask any more questions."

Cyrus smiled and said, "It seems that you have learned how to get along with me. I will not change my plan, and my husband will not die. You don't need to die if you want."

Dumbledore was also happy: "Haha, it seems I am dead in the end?" Cyrus looked at Dumbledore: "Great chess player, if you have no regrets, I will not stop you. Mr. There are so many things, and if you ever need help, I'm going to be that perfect person. It's not optional, I'm going to be that person."

"Severus has never accepted other people's kindness like this, and he..." Cyrus nodded: "I know, I know everything. Father, my kindness to Mr. I can't understand that kind of emotion, I just need a reason to live.

Maybe my husband's life-saving feelings are not that important in my heart, they are all excuses. I am selfish and frantically looking for all kinds of reasons to live. In the end, he died peacefully. "

"Child, you still have a future..." Dumbledore put his hand on Cyrus's shoulder, and Cyrus pulled away. His pupils were filled with pain and sorrow, but his expression was extremely numb:

"Father, I am in so much pain. It has been since thousands of years ago.

Gellert, Salazar and you, it seems that they have been trying to find the desire to live for me. Thank you, but please forgive my selfishness.

The one who wants to kill Voldemort and liberate the wizarding world is not the savior, not Grindelwald, not Slytherin, and not Dumbledore. "

"Miss Slytherin, you're here too, I thought something was wrong." Fudge followed Cyrus. He didn't like Azkaban very much. It was creepy because of the dementors guarding it.

Several heads of information were preparing to conduct an interview about Azkaban for Fudge, but unexpectedly Cyrus also came along.

"Minister Fudge, I'm just curious about what this prison is like where dark wizards who have committed unforgivable crimes in the wizarding world are imprisoned. You don't need to pay attention to me."

Several people came to the highest level of the prison, where they were all loyal men of the Dark Lord. Bella, who had messy hair, saw several people shouting hysterically: "Hahahaha, my master will kill you all sooner or later! My great master will return one day sooner or later."

Ignoring the crazy woman, Cyrus looked at the cage opposite. A thin man with a sunken face and a dirty face sat leaning against the wall. He didn't know whether to live or die, and even the rise and fall of his chest was extremely weak.

Fudge explained on the side, "He is Sirius Black. He blew up an entire residential area and killed thirteen people."

Cyrus approached the prison railing, "It turns out you were the one who betrayed the Potters. You are really Voldemort's loyal servant."

As soon as these words came out, the man on the ground rushed to Cyrus, holding the railing with his hands and looking fiercely: "I didn't! Betray James! I have never been his servant!"

A flash of red flashed, and a voice came from Sirius's mind: The person who betrayed them is not dead.

Several Aurors pulled out their wands and knocked Sirius down. Cyrus looked at Fudge: "It seems that the life in prison is so boring that it makes their minds go crazy. Let's give them a few irrelevant news books to read. It's so pitiful."

Fudge nodded and turned around to order, "Get some copies of today's Daily Prophet and send them out." After a few people left, Sirius sat up with difficulty. He felt that he might be hallucinating, thinking about the words that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Then he saw the photo in the newspaper next to him out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed the newspaper like crazy and stuck his head on it. "Hahahaha, he's not dead! He's not dead! Hahahahaha!"

"Miss Slytherin, you don't actually need to make a special trip here." They had already boarded the return ship, "This is a rare opportunity for me to see Minister Fudge who is so dedicated to his work. "

"By the way, Miss Slytherin. The Ministry of Magic plans to hold an international Quidditch competition the year after next. This..." "Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department, also wrote to me. We have had many Cooperate. Rest assured, Minister Fudge. Slytherin will fully support it."

"Haha, thank you Miss Slytherin for your support first." "Support each other, maybe I will need your help later." "Of course, of course."

A week after Cyrus went to Azkaban, news came that Sirius Black had escaped from prison. Recently, she has been living in the Leaky Cauldron as Sean, and she goes to Knockturn Alley when she has nothing to do.

One night, she found the target she was looking for, the werewolf leader Fenrir. Because it's not a full moon night, Fenrir's threat is much smaller.

Fenrir, who was wearing a hood, smelled a damp smell while walking. He looked around but found nothing. He lowered his head and found that the ground was wet. When he felt anxious and wanted to escape from where he was, curtains of water suddenly rose from the ground around him.

He hurriedly took out his wand, but could not penetrate the water. It gradually moved closer and shrank. Fenrir was surrounded by the water prison. There was no air inside the water prison, and he soon fainted due to lack of oxygen.

"The werewolf's nose turns out to be very clever."

Cyrus stepped out of the shadows and called Kull, "Lock him into a dungeon and seal his mouth and limbs with reinforced iron chains."

Having achieved his goal, Cyrus went to the potion shop and bought a few bottles of wolfsbane potion. Originally, she could have cooked it, but she didn't have the time, and Snape was also having a cold war with her. Return to Slytherin Mansion and enter the dungeons. Fenrir was tied up and chained to the wall, his mouth was sealed, and he was still awake. Cyrus called out a ball of water and hit Fenrir's face, "Hello, Mr. Fenrir, without further ado, please dedicate yourself to scientific research." Then his scarlet eyes created a full moon, Fenrir's eyes turned red, and his limbs became enlarged and his hair grew.

She looked at the werewolf twisting back and forth on the wall, took out the parchment in her hand and kept recording the trajectory of the magic she saw.

Three hours later, "Okay, thank you Mr. Werewolf. I suddenly forgot to record the flow of magic power when you were not turned into a werewolf." The full moon disappeared, and the werewolf gradually turned back into a human.

Every time he turned back to a human, he was very weak and exhausted. Fenrir still had the chain in his mouth, and he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Kool, bring me dinner. I may have to stay here very late. Remember to deliver food to Salazar." Cyrus was eating mashed potatoes and steak while writing on the parchment. draw.

Suddenly he said "Hey" and looked at Fenrir. "There seems to be an error in the records. Scientific research experiments always require hundreds of comparisons. Please turn into a werewolf again, Mr. Fenrir." As Fenrir howled in pain, a full moon appeared again.

In the early morning, Cyrus took out two summaries of parchment and compared them carefully. Since the magic power changes before and after the transformation, drinking the wolfsbane potion will definitely make a difference. But the current wolfsbane potion needs to be drunk a week before the transformation to be effective. Is it a chronic medicine...

The moon disappeared, and Fenrir could hardly open his eyelids. The back and forth transformations caused considerable psychological and physical trauma to him. He felt the iron chain in his mouth loosen and the medicine flowed into his mouth, but he no longer had the strength to resist.

After sealing Fenrir's mouth again, "Okay, Mr. Fenrir, cheer up. Future generations will remember your contribution."

Two weeks later, Cyrus waved the full moon away. "Although I understand the structure of magic power, making related potions is not what I am good at... I will leave it to sir after I finish my research."

Cyrus stood up and looked at Fenrir, whose eyes were dull, "Mr. Fenrir, thanks to your selfless dedication, the theoretical research is progressing smoothly, so let us start the exciting physical experiment."

Turning back into a werewolf again, Cyrus used his magic power to try to affect the magic trajectory on it. Every operation of magic power is very delicate, and you can check it from time to time while holding the parchment.

However, he didn't seem to be very friendly to Mr. Werewolf, and he kept wailing with his mouth bound by iron chains. An hour later, Cyrus sat in a chair to rest. She took off the chain from Fenrir's mouth,

"Mr. Fenrir, how did your body feel just now?" Fenrir didn't want to say anything now. Just now he felt that his internal organs were about to be squeezed out, and he couldn't control his magic power and ran wild.

Cyrus' blue eyes stared into his. Cyrus, who was already proficient in using Legilimency, didn't need his answer at all. Then he nodded, "Is that so? I'm too impatient. Maybe next time I can start with the arms." After all, a successful research requires hundreds of trials and errors." Transforming into a werewolf is also turning into an animal, so what about Animagus...

"Kool, you can bring Rita here tomorrow without tying her up."

"Miss Slytherin...this is..." Rita walked into a room in the Slytherin mansion and saw Cyrus writing something on the desk.

"Rita, you are here. Welcome to the Slytherin mansion. You have done a great job recently. I need you to transform and let me observe." Without saying a word, Rita immediately transformed into a ladybug and landed in front of Cyrus. ,

"No need to do anything, just let me observe. It may take a while."

After an unknown amount of time, Rita was about to fall asleep when Cyrus' voice came: "Rita, fly to the chair opposite." Rita did as she was told, and as soon as she landed, she felt her body deformed and gradually returned to its original shape. Rita herself was surprised that she did not take the initiative to cancel the transformation effect of the Animagus.

"Did you use the curse to stop?" Cyrus put away the scattered parchments, took out a brand new one and wrote a series of addresses on the table. "Godric's Hollow is a beautiful place. You are here You are the secret keeper of the house, you decide how to use it. You have worked hard these days." Rita clenched the parchment in her hand, "It is an honor to help you."

After Rita left, Cyrus sat back in his chair, summoned a glass of fire whiskey, and rubbed his brows tiredly. "Kool, please send these to Professor Snape."

After resting for a while, he started writing on the parchment again. It was dark, and only the lamp beside the desk was in a stalemate with the darkness. Cyrus lay on the table and fell asleep slowly. After an unknown amount of time, he felt himself being picked up.

The familiar scent of herbs came to her face, and Cyrus slowly opened her eyes, "Sir?" The corridor was very dark, and Snape's face could not be seen clearly, and the deep magnetic voice came to her ears, "I didn't expect Miss Slytherin." Even the summer vacation is so busy.”

Cyrus was too tired to answer. She arched her head in Snape's arms and fell asleep again. Snape was standing in the dark corridor with the girl in his arms. He didn't know where Cyrus' room was...