Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus tied up his long hair and wore a neat Quidditch uniform, and everyone wore goggles because of the rain. As Cyrus entered the stage, the audience was noisy.

"I didn't expect that the Slytherin team temporarily changed the players. Is this a tactic they use to confuse others? Huh?! It's Miss Slytherin. Could it be that she will be the ace of the Slytherin team?! It's a pity that Gryffin Most are bound to win, even if you use this..."

"Jordan!!" Professor McGonagall reminded Jordan again.

Snape, who was at the professor's desk, stared at Cyrus' figure and couldn't help but become nervous. The first is the game against Hufflepuff. If Hufflepuff wins, he will play against Gryffindor. The Dementors will appear in the Gryffindor game... There is too much uncertainty. How can we predict it accurately? The appearance of Dementors can only end the game as soon as possible.

Cyrus was thinking about countermeasures and stretched out a hand to her, "Cyrus, I didn't expect you to participate in Quidditch. Please give me some advice." Cyrus smiled at Cedric and shook hands, "Please give me some advice. Cedric."

At the beginning of the game, as the chaser Cyrus just needs to keep throwing the ball into the opponent's goal. When the whistle sounded, she rushed out like a sharp sword and grabbed the Quaffle in the air. She easily dodged the crowds and found a good angle, concentrating all her strength to throw the Quaffle. The Hufflepuff goalkeeper had no time to react and the Quaffle missed her. passed into the goal.

It's not fast enough. As long as you make sure to pull away from the opponent by more than 150 points, it won't help even if the opponent catches the Golden Snitch. Unfortunately, you can't use magic power. "Flint, Del, go cover Draco." No one can come close to Cyrus's superb flying skills. Perhaps it should be a skill that is not afraid of death. Her movements are often extremely dangerous, and she may hit the surrounding buildings if she is not careful. Others have fear, but Cyrus does not. She enjoys the thrilling and tense feeling of facing danger.

"Cyrus...is this really her first time playing Quidditch..." Ron in the audience opened his mouth as he watched Cyrus successfully pitch the ball again and again. No one noticed the fear on the Hufflepuff Keeper's face, and probably no one wanted the game to be over more than he did.

The whistle blew, and Slytherin undoubtedly won.

Slytherin vs Gryffindor. Cyrus shook hands with the twins, Harry and others in a friendly manner, and reminded the three of them that "safety is the most important thing." At the beginning of the game, Cyrus' scoring rate increased instead of slowing down. She observed that the sky was getting darker, or was it coming.

"Both teams of pursuers spotted the Snitch, and they flew upwards!"

Cyrus looked up and saw Draco and Harry flying higher and higher, gradually disappearing into the clouds. "Two brainless people!" Cyrus dropped the Quaffle in his hand and chased the two into the clouds. The rain fell harder and harder, and lightning flashed across the clouds. Cyrus caught two shadows, "Too high, give up the Golden Snitch!"

She tried to remind the two of them that Harry and Draco almost bumped into each other, still reaching out to grab the Golden Snitch. Harry and Draco were getting closer to the Golden Snitch. Suddenly their bodies became stiff and cold, and a black shabby gown appeared in their sights. The dementors were coming!

The two of them suddenly lost their mobility, as if they had lost something important in their hearts, and slowly fell into coldness and pain. A figure stood in front of the two of them, and the falling body was protected by the soft and moist water.

"Tide - waterspout."

There were waves in the air, and the raindrops falling around gradually merged into one. The huge waves surged in the air, gradually forming a huge tornado, and the dark clouds were also involved. As the thunder got closer and closer, it became louder and louder, like thousands of troops galloping towards the Dementors above with a loud roar like thunder. Everyone looking at the sky noticed something spinning in the clouds, and the darkening clouds were sucked into a huge waterspout. The three figures were vaguely reflected in the center of the waterspout. The waterspout dispersed the dementors surrounding it and gradually dissipated. The three figures fell together. Dumbledore took action to control the speed of the three people's descent. It gradually slowed down and the three people lay firmly on the ground.

Cyrus fell into a deep coma, and she felt like she was falling into darkness again, wandering in the infinite nothingness just like she had thousands of years ago.

A warm touch came from the palm of his hand, "Cyrus." The calls brought Cyrus back to reality again and again. Opening his eyes, he saw his fathers, and Gellert was here too. "Father, you are all here..." Cyrus was lying on the bed, and she didn't have any strength to get up. Dumbledore gently helped her up, "Child, how do you feel now?"

Cyrus smiled weakly, "It's terrible...but, father, I successfully cast the wave." She looked at Salazar, whose indifferent face was now filled with distress, and he stepped forward. Hugged Cyrus. "This is the spell used to protect you." Cyrus patted Salazar's back. "It's because of your spell that you protect me, father. Thank you."

Gellert pulled up Salazar, "Okay, let Cyrus have a good rest. That idiot Fudge, see if I don't burn him to ashes." Cyrus looked at Grindelwald, "Gellert, no need It's too difficult for him. Later plans will need this weak Minister of Magic." Grindelwald snorted coldly, "I know, what you say is what it is. Now you have a good rest and leave the rest to me."

"Cyrus, thank you for saving Harry and Draco. This time was too dangerous. You knew you couldn't face the dementors..." Dumbledore sat next to Cyrus, "I'm fine now. , Father. How is the situation at school now?" Dumbledore patted Cyrus, "You should have a good rest. Nothing happened at school in the three days after you fainted. The Ministry of Magic has also been condemned by the world, and then Plus Gellert and him...those dementors will also settle down for a while. Just sleep a little longer, we won't disturb you anymore."

Cyrus lay on the bed after the three left, Sirius would soon enter the school looking for Peter Pettigrew. Now Peter should be hiding from Sirius in Hogwarts Castle. Should he catch Peter in advance and show off to Sirius? The benefits of handing Peter over to the Ministry of Magic are too small, and Sirius has to clear his name and take Peter away...

"Miss Slytherin seems to have a very busy brain even if she is injured." Snape came over with a bottle of potion. Cyrus rubbed his eyes, "Well, thank you, sir." Snape wanted to hand over the potion, but saw that Cyrus was still lying on the bed, "Sorry sir, I don't have the strength to move now."

Snape frowned tightly and put the potion aside, held Cyrus's shoulders and back to help her up, and took the potion again. Cyrus held the potion bottle in her hands and poured it into her mouth. Her hands were trembling slightly. Her warm hands were on her hands and she controlled the potion to slowly flow into Cyrus' mouth. "The most effective spell against Dementors is the Patronus Charm. Don't tell me that the excellent Miss Cyrus doesn't know that."

After drinking the potion, he felt warm in his stomach. Cyrus looked tired but still spoke calmly, "I can't use the Patronus Charm, sir."

Snape was a little surprised. He wanted to say something but was suppressed by himself. Cyrus continued, "I tried to imitate the magic composition to copy the spell, but I couldn't even cast a trace of silver vapor. What the Patronus advocates is Happiness, brightness and hope of living, it seems that I have nothing to do with these. It's strange, isn't it? I obviously don't want to die as much as before."

Snape clenched his fists, "When you release the Patronus Charm, you need to recall your happiest time..." Cyrus lowered his head: "Well, I also have happy memories. The happier I am, the more painful I am. Life is too long, happiness It’s fleeting, especially for me. I’ve seen countless people’s futures, but not mine.”

"I heard that Sirius Black appeared in Hogsmeade." Cyrus suddenly changed the subject. Snape obviously didn't like the person in question. "Sooner or later he will be caught." Cyrus looked out the window. , it seems that the full moon is approaching,

"Do you want to kill him? The traitor who betrayed the Potters."

Snape looked at Cyrus, "Do you know where he is?" Cyrus shook his head slightly, "I don't know. If sir wants, I will bring him to you." Snape stared at Cyrus. Pale and weak cheeks, "Stop doing dangerous things."

Cyrus' body has recovered after lying in the school infirmary for two days. Originally, she was in a coma because the dementors had too many negative effects on her, but her magic power was restored a few days ago. She had asked Dumbledore before why his magic power exceeded that of anyone else but could not release powerful magic power naturally like Salazar. Dumbledore said that her body was still adapting to the huge magic power in her body. If she used up all her magic power at once, she would still be The loss of the five senses will be like those before or even worse.

She sneaked out of bed and tried to escape to her lounge, but she found a familiar figure. Sirius disguised himself as a big black dog and sneaked into Hogwarts. It seemed that he had just left the Gryffindor common room and it was inevitable that he would not find Peter. Cyrus was not sure where the rat had gone.

He gave up the idea of ​​sneaking out of the school doctor's office. With Sirius breaking in, he would be suspicious of such an action. Cyrus went back to the infirmary and lay on the bed. Snape rushed into the infirmary after a while. Seeing that Cyrus was fine, he felt a little more relaxed.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Cyrus pretended to have just woken up. Snape checked the school doctor's office. "Follow me, Black has broken into Hogwarts. All students need to gather together." Cyrus He stood up, still wearing a hospital gown, and turned into a Slytherin robe with a wave of his hand. Snape took Cyrus to the lobby and pointed to the area where Slytherin students stayed, "Sleep here tonight...have you recovered? I think Miss Cyrus should know that if you encounter any situation, you will be the first to do so." Time to ask for help, Professor.”

Snape turned and left, but left a low voice: "If you feel uncomfortable in any way, just go to Madam Pomfrey or me."

Cyrus nodded obediently, "I'm fine, sir." Cyrus found that Salazar was there, and she walked over, "Father, you are here too." Salazar leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and no students around him dared Approaching, he was interrupted during his research and is now in a bad mood.

"Well, come here."

Cyrus and Salazar stood side by side, and she was the only one who would not be hurt by the cold aura Salazar exuded. "You can follow me back to the secret room later without having to squeeze in with them."

"No need, father. The professors are all here, and so are you. I'm safe."

Salazar's cold expression softened a little, "You go to sleep, I'm here to watch." Cyrus looked at the professor who was patrolling around, "Don't you have to go on patrol?" Salazar snorted coldly, "I won't. You need to follow Dumbledore’s orders.”

Cyrus slowly sat on the ground, Salazar called out a soft cushion and spread it for her, and he sat next to her. "Father, what is your patronus spell?" Cyrus leaned on Salazar's shoulder, and Salazar moved closer to Cyrus to prevent her from feeling uncomfortable. "Basilisk."

Cyrus smiled, "Dumbledore's is a phoenix, Gellert seems to be a phoenix, and you are a basilisk. I heard that only a few wizards with extraordinary strength can summon a patron saint in the form of a magical animal. Among the four giants Do the other three patron saints correspond to the representative animals of the four colleges?" Salazar nodded. "Then isn't father the most powerful among the four?" Cyrus looked up and smiled at Salazar, who reached out and gently touched her head.

"of course."

"You see, the two of them are more like a couple than a father and daughter." Ron whispered to Harry while lying in the sleeping bag, "Professor Slytherin is too young, looking at the relationship with Cyrus Just like older brothers." Harry was also observing the two of them. In addition to the two of them, there are also many students observing Cyrus. One is a famous and outstanding student in the school, and the other is the founder of the college with a famous history, and the two of them have extremely outstanding looks. If Salazar hadn't seen anyone in the secret room except for class, he would probably have many admirers behind him.

"Father, have you never fallen in love with someone else?" Salazar frowned, "I'm not interested." Cyrus still leaned on Salazar's shoulder, "It seems that you really love studying magic. Raven Claw and Hufflepuff are both ladies, and I thought you were a couple with one of them."

Salazar's tone was a bit sarcastic, "Ravenclaw only cares about that idiot Gryffindor all day long, while Hufflepuff only cares about how to make delicious dishes every day." Cyrus thought, Maybe the relationship between the four of them is the same as Hermione, Harry and others. They accompany each other and often quarrel, but they will still protect each other in times of crisis.

Cyrus suddenly thought of Draco and Harry, "Don't you always fight with Gryffindor, just like your mortal enemy." Salazar had a headache thinking of that idiot, "He asked for it. You hold a sword and want to duel with me all day long." "Haha, just like you and Gellert, they either fight or bicker when they meet."

"Don't mention that rude white-haired guy."

Cyrus gradually fell asleep on Salazar's shoulder, his head kept sliding down. Salazar gently held Cyrus's head on his lap, letting her rest on his legs, and then summoned a blanket and draped it around her. Touching Cyrus' head with one hand, he looked at the book with the other.

Snape, who came back from patrol, frowned when he saw this scene. He wrote in the air with his wand: Professor Slytherin is really free. Salazar took down the book, raised his head arrogantly and wrote with a defiant expression: I am protecting my daughter, is there a problem? Snape, professor. The word professor was enlarged and bolded, and Snape glared at Salazar and turned away.