Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The girl sat on the ripped sheets in the corner. The thin sheets did not have any effect on keeping out the cold. Fortunately, it is a hot summer day and it is not bone-chilling at night.

Angus lay down at her feet, warming the girl's legs with his own body heat. She took off the shotgun from her body and wiped it carefully to maintain it. His face and body were covered with dirt and blood scabs. For her, all she cares about is weapons that can save her life at critical moments.

Then she held the spear and pointed it at the door. Lean slightly against the wall, raising your head toward the drafty ceiling. A hoarse voice came from her dry lips, and the girl hummed quietly, while her other hand gently stroked Angus' back to comb his hair.

Suddenly there was a clear knock on the door. The girl immediately raised her gun and fired a bullet into the center of the wooden door without any hesitation. After the "bang", she immediately prepared to fire again, but a slightly aggrieved and unfamiliar old voice came from behind the door.

"Hey, you should be gentler with the elderly..."

Then the door was slowly pushed open, and a kind-looking old man with white hair and a long white beard winked and smiled at the girl. There were no signs of being hit by bullets on the old man's body. Only the strong smell of gunpowder in the hut reminded the girl that she had indeed fired a bullet through the door just now.

The girl's whole body was tense at this time, holding a shotgun in one hand, and with the other hand she drew a dagger from her lower back and guarded Angus. The old man stood and slowly raised his hands to show that he meant no harm. Then, with the gun held by the girl, he slowly entered the door and sat down on a chair not too far away.

He looked around, and when he raised his hand, balls of light emitting warm light appeared between the two of them.

"Please forgive the recklessness of a centenarian. I apologize for my rude knock on the door earlier. Hello young lady, my name is Albus Dumbledore. Nice to meet you."

The girl did not speak, the dagger and shotgun were still pointed at the very kind old man in front of her.

Dumbledore looked at the little girl who was fiercely protecting her pet and said, "Is this your friend? A very handsome German Shepherd. A big friend of mine also has a large dog, and he also likes it very much." Little animals. You must have something in common."

Dumbledore responded with a crisp sound of metal being loaded, and Dumbledore also smiled awkwardly. Snape, who was observing everything in the shadows, couldn't help but feel a little funny.

After Dumbledore tried various approaches, the girl never appreciated it. Dumbledore felt that he finally met a child who was more stubborn than Snape today. Then his face became more serious, and he solemnly said three words:

"circus"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three consecutive gunshots filled the cabin, and Snape was startled by the girl's reaction. He looked at the girl whose arms were shaking after enduring the recoil of three consecutive firearms. Circus? Why did she react so much. Dumbledore had previously told him not to expose himself first, as this old guy was testing something.

Three bullets emitting white smoke were embedded in the white air wall 10 centimeters away from the old man's face. The old man looked calm and looked at the girl in front of him quietly. At this time, the bandage on the girl's face was pulled off by her, revealing her scarlet eyes. But what made Snape and Dumbledore pause was that there was no good spot on the girl's skin that was covered by the bandage.

Various scars crawled around her eyes and forehead like centipedes, and they were hideous and terrifying. Snape vaguely saw the scar on the girl's forehead when he attacked her before. No one would have imagined that a little girl's face would look like this. Snape clearly remembered that there were only one or two scars on her face when he first saw her, but now her entire face was almost covered with scars. But the girl's eyes were still intact, and it seemed that the attacker deliberately avoided her eyes. She stared hard at Dumbledore.

"...I'm very sorry, young lady. I didn't mean any harm, I'm sorry."

Dumbledore was not affected by the red pupils in any way. He was just distracted for a moment when he saw the girl's eyes. Soon he turned his face to the side and did not look at the girl's face. At this time, a sneer came from the girl's mouth, and she finally spoke,

"Please Mr. Dumbledore, please stop maintaining that false goodwill. What is your purpose?" The girl's voice was childish but still cold and without any fluctuations.

Dumbledore and Snape clearly heard what the girl was saying, but neither of them moved. Suddenly the girl threw out the dagger in her hand, and when she was about to touch the wall, she was knocked away by a wand.

Snape's figure appeared, and the girl immediately took out a small pistol from under the table and pointed it in the direction where the dagger had just been thrown. His eyes were always on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the little girl in front of him. She was 11 years old. There was a blank space in the admission book, and the name on the admission notice was also blank. The owl flew to the approximate location based on the address above, and finally found the little girl after searching for it. However, the girl's aura made all the owls refuse to approach her, as if they were instinctively afraid of her.

Dumbledore felt helpless after seeing the girl's situation. But was deeply disturbed by this mysterious little girl because of the memories Severus gave him. Red pupils, black hair, emotionless...could it be his bloodline...and this little girl has more terrifying abilities than that person.

Dumbledore felt very powerless. Harry would enter school in three years. The appearance of this girl became the biggest hidden danger in his plan. He needed to eliminate this huge uncertainty, but he hesitated when he looked into the girl's scarlet and hollow eyes.

Looking at the somewhat lost old man, the girl turned her head slightly to look at the other person. The black floor-length wizard robe, with no other color anywhere on the body. The moment their eyes met, the girl was stunned. Snape looked at these scarlet eyes, but there was no sense of threat or magic as before. Has she really become a squib? He caught the flickering look in the girl's eyes, and looked away when he saw the overlapping scars on her face.

"Cyrus (the tone is almost the same as silence in English), my name is Cyrus"

This time the girl spoke expressionlessly. She put away the gun in her hands and tied the bandage back on. Dumbledore glanced at Snape, who was frowning.

"Hello Miss Cyrus, thank you very much for your trust in us. I am the principal of a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is Severus Snape, the Potions Professor of the school, and He is also the Head of Slytherin House."

Dumbledore withdrew his serious face and introduced himself and Severus to Cyrus as if nothing happened. Snape glanced at the old man who changed the topic so quickly and acted heartlessly, snorted and nodded slightly to the girl in front of him. The girl nodded in return. Seeing that the girl's attitude had softened, Dumbledore smiled and said

"So Miss Cyrus, it's a very personal name. Did your parents choose it for you?"

"No. Someone saved me once, and I happened to be short of a name at that time." Cyrus did not look at the two of them again and spoke concisely. She touched Angus' head and said. His tone of voice immediately softened, "This is Angus."

"Well, then Cyrus...Miss Sean. Your previous guardian was Mr. Orion Bert Sean here. Do you think it's okay to call her this way?" Seeing that the girl had no objection, the old man waved his hand. Cyrus Sean's name appeared in the blank space on the admission notice.

"Your savior, what are you going to do after seeing him?" Dumbledore glanced at Snape, who gave him a sharp look.

"...A life for a life, but not now. I can't die yet..." Cyrus lowered his eyes and secretly observed Snape beside him.

"Hmph! What a stupid and arrogant idea!" Snape, who was sitting next to him, suddenly came up with this sentence in his mind, but in reality, he was still staring at the wall with his black eyes as calm as dead water, as if he was studying the texture of wooden bricks. Material.

Dumbledore asked again for more information about Cyrus, but then Cyrus just faced him silently without saying a word. Back to the starting point, Dumbledore saw that she was unwilling to communicate with him and turned his attention to Snape. Snape continued to study the wall as if he did not feel the eyes on him. Just like Cyrus, he didn't speak or give any response.

Dumbledore reached out and rubbed his eyebrows and sighed,

"Miss Cyrus, it seems that your eyes and magic power are special. For the sake of your health, would you mind letting me check it out?"

"unnecessary"

"Cyrus, if you have any difficulties, as your principal, I will do my best to help you. And...your friends give me a very special feeling, don't they?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes moved to Angus behind the girl. Just as he was about to use magic to explore further, he felt his vision blurred and the surrounding space felt a little distorted.

For just a moment, there was a faint fluctuation of magic power around Dumbledore. When he returned his gaze to the girl, he met the scarlet eyes again. It was bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes were filled with blood that was about to overflow. He felt that these eyes were even more hollow and powerless than before.

"You are strong, but I am not afraid of death."

Dumbledore leaned forward and met the girl's gaze with deep eyes, without any hesitation. Then Dumbledore's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Anyway, Miss Sean, this is your admission notice. In the next seven years, you will go to Hogwarts to learn magic, since you have no guardian. After that, a professor will pick you up and go to Diagon Alley to buy necessities for school, and you will also get a scholarship. I can help you apply. It’s too late now, and I’m sorry to disturb your rest. If there’s no problem, just stop here today.”

When Dumbledore and Snape were about to stand up, Cyrus looked at Snape, "If I enter Hogwarts, will you be my teacher?"

Snape didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he nodded slightly subconsciously. Dumbledore on the side seemed to see a very interesting scene and said with a smile: "Of course, Professor Snape will be your Potions professor. If you are sorted into Slytherin, he will also be your dean." . Haha, but I recommend Gryffindor even more."

"Severus Snape...Slytherin...Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't need to apply for a scholarship."

"...If you don't apply for a scholarship, you may have a hard time. Books and wands are all necessary, and the cost for a year may be more than 30 Galleons...Huh? What are you holding out?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, I am not a student of this school yet.

Please allow me to address you as you broke into my house without any prior notice. You didn't stop being unreasonable even after I fired the warning shot. Your embarrassing way of asking questions and using centenarian excuses to further explore my personal information.

I was forced to use my last three bullets in self-defense, an important tool in my life to earn living expenses. This affects my hunting plans and income next week. And you delayed me from treating my injury, and I may not be able to keep a clear mind for a week after that. I don’t know when you started peeking into my life. A great principal has such a habit.

The cost of repairing the wooden door, repairing the firearm, medical expenses for me, and compensation for the mental damages of Angus and I. After all, you will be my principal from now on, so just give me 300 gold galleons. "

"Please forgive me - a young man's ignorant show of words."

Unexpectedly, this little girl who didn't talk much spoke out so shockingly that the corners of Snape's mouth raised slightly. He didn't know when he started to believe that this girl must be a standard Slytherin.

"Ahem...Professor Snape will take you to buy necessities when the time comes, and he will take you there..."

Snape turned around and was about to refuse when he saw Dumbledore's somewhat speechless face and seemed to feel less bad. He didn't look at the girl again, just threw up his black robe and said:

"On the afternoon of the third day, I hope you won't waste my time, Miss Sean."

"Okay, sir, see you then."