Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Angus, follow me.

Glory to Slytherin

Sir, long time no see.

In recent days, Cyrus still gave potions lessons to the younger wizards, but he would always indifferently refuse Snape's help.

Snape once again insisted on attending Potions class with Cyrus. In fact, he just stood aside like a wooden sculpture every time. Cyrus was giving lectures and from time to time he would stare at a few people who were distracted in class with sharp eyes. s student.

There was no communication between the two. Everyone was doing their own thing, which was perfectly normal in the eyes of others. Snape usually had an indifferent expression.

Cyrus was still as gentle as ever, and his polite attitude towards Snape was more distant.

After class, when all the students left Cyrus to tidy up the cauldron and potion table, Snape silently helped. After sorting it out, Cyrus looked indifferent and said, "Professor Snape, I'm sorry that I can no longer continue working as a teaching assistant. Because of the OLS exam, I need more time to prepare for the exam. Today is my last day as a teaching assistant."

Snape was about to say something, but Cyrus left without giving him a chance. The younger wizards finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the Head of Slytherin, and it was even more terrifying than before.

Cyrus didn't want to take a second look at Snape during Potions class, when Cyrus handed over the perfect potion. Snape stared at the parchment in his hand, "It seems that Miss Slytherin has been too busy recently, and even the potion level has dropped. Make a new bottle and give it to me tonight."

Snape stayed in the Potions office after class and didn't even go to dinner. There was a knock on the door, "Professor Snape, I'll submit the potion."

Snape wanted to get up and open the door but sat down again, picked up a quill and wrote on the paper, and responded lightly. Cyrus walked into the office and placed the remade potion on his desk.

"I'm leaving, goodbye Professor Snape."

"...How are you preparing for the exam?" Snape's low voice came,

Cyrus nodded, "No problem."

"St. Mungo's has invested in the soul-restoring potion, and the response has been good. With the improvement of the Wolfsbane potion, it will be only a matter of time before Miss Sellers obtains the First Class Merlin Medal."

Snape had to think hard to say this.

"It's all thanks to you. I have contacted other small hospitals to expand their stocks of healing potions, and St. Mungo's is also preparing to start.

In addition, the Slytherin family will acquire a large number of elixirs in the world. Hopefully the Prince family will continue to offer it over the next few years, after which a purchase contract will be sent to you. "

"What's the specific quantity?"

"No limit, as long as the Prince family offers it, the Slytherin family will buy it."

Snape frowned, remembering that the girl had been brewing a large amount of elixir before, "Why so much? What will happen next?"

Cyrus fell silent and turned to leave.

"I didn't mean that that day..." Snape's deep voice came out, and the girl paused for a moment before leaving.

The OWS exam in fifth grade was not a problem for Cyrus. Among all the subjects, she did not take prophecy as an elective course. Although Professor Trelawney, the professor of prophecy class, usually looks like a charlatan, she has inherited her family's strong prophecy ability and sometimes makes accurate predictions.

She had made the prophecy that Harry would kill Voldemort, and Cyrus did not want to listen to her nonsense. For her, certain predictions had no credibility at all.

She did not exist in this world. Since the fate of Peter and Fenrir can be changed, so can the fate of others.

There is no need for others to reveal her own future. Everything is designed by herself. She knows where her end point is.

Instead of being an assistant in alchemy and potions classes, Cyrus spent a lot of time practicing spells with Salazar and others. Originally, she wanted to practice dueling directly, but several fathers refused her due to her age.

Cyrus asked many times before he managed to play a game or two with him. But every time I hit the button,

Cyrus sat on the ground and looked at Salazar dissatisfied, "Father, you don't have to take care of me, continue."

Salazar put aside his head and said, "I don't like duels. You go and fight that white-haired guy. It's best to beat him until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen."

Cyrus stood up and pouted, "He said Durmstrang had a lot of things to solve recently, and even the disappearance cabinet was sealed. Albus is not in the principal's office every day, and he doesn't know where he went."

The corners of Salazar's mouth twitched, and she caught him closing it.

"The Vanishing Cabinet is sealed. It's not like there is no other way to go to Germany. The exams are over. Maybe it would be good to see the atmosphere of other schools. Dumbledore will agree."

Cyrus understood and showed a wicked smile, "Thank you, father, I will go to Durmstrang with your greetings."

"Hey, look! Who is that girl following Professor Vader? I've never seen her before."

"She's not wearing a school uniform either. Is she a transfer student?"

"She is so beautiful. Come on, go up and ask her."

Several Durmstrang students gathered together to look at Cyrus. Some of them were eager to step forward to talk to Cyrus, but they backed away when they saw Vader's cold eyes.

"Vida, thank you for bringing me in. I didn't expect Durmstrang's location to be more hidden than Hogwarts. Fortunately, I wrote to you in advance."

Vader smiled reluctantly, "Durmstrang welcomes Miss Grindelwald to visit at any time, but Lord Grindelwald has been too busy recently."

Cyrus smiled, "I just miss my father coming to see him, and I'm also curious about Durmstrang's teaching style. I heard that duels are encouraged here?"

Vader was silent for a moment, "Yes, Miss Grindelwald, but those students are not qualified to be your opponents. If Miss is willing, I can practice with you."

Cyrus's smile became brighter, "Thank you, Vader. Let's go say hello to father first."

Cyrus was led by Vader to the principal's office and found Dumbledore having tea with Gellert. Well, I just said that I can't find anyone anywhere, it turns out they are all hiding in Germany.

"Father, I'm here to see you. Father Albus, it seems that Hogwarts is not very busy. A few days ago, I heard Professor McGonagall complain that you were the hands-off shopkeeper."

Grindelwald looked relieved. He couldn't escape anyway, so he could just accept it. Dumbledore stood up with a smile and walked towards the disappearing cabinet, "Haha, Cyrus, you and Gellert should talk. I guess Minerva is looking for me..."

The door of the disappearing cabinet suddenly closed tightly, and Gellert's laughter rang out, "Cyrus, haven't you learned how to clear the way from Vulcan? Isn't a certain stingy guy unwilling to teach his daughter?"

Cyrus sat opposite Gellert and spoke with a sad and aggrieved tone, "Yeah, it's not like you and Salazar. Maybe I did something wrong to make Albus' father hate me so much..."

"Haha, how could it be? Cyrus is a good boy who is loved by everyone."

Dumbledore returned to his seat, still smiling, as if the embarrassing scene just now had never happened.

"Father, have you been very busy recently? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Cyrus looked at Gellert. If Gellert was really busy, then he could help in a small way.

Gellert waved his hand, "It's nothing big. It's just about the Triwizard Tournament next year. I've been practicing spells with us in the evenings recently, and I just went to visit the school during the day. The dark magic taught here is better than Hogwarts. The same magic is much stronger.”

"Haha, Gellert. Don't speak too early, Cyrus is also a student of Hogwarts."

"What's wrong with her being a student at Hogwarts? Then she's also my daughter. Even if I'm not a strong daughter of Grindelwald, I can't stand it."

Seeing the two starting to bicker, Cyrus interrupted, "Then can I go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class here? I'm still quite curious about black magic."

Cyrus had only seen Snape use dark magic, so maybe he could learn from it. "Of course, you can go to any class like other students. The library is all open to you. If you have any questions, come to me at any time."

Gellert waved his magic wand, and Cyrus had a Durmstrang school uniform on him. Wearing a black women's stand-collar trench coat with Durmstrang's school badge on the chest sleeve, Cyrus turned around and looked at it.

"It's more handsome than the wizard robe of Hogwarts. It seems that the elegance depends on you, Lord Grindelwald."

Gallus raised his head proudly and looked at Dumbledore, "I think Cyrus would be more suitable to be Durmstrang's student, hahaha."

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "It's only a little more than a week anyway. Now that Cyrus has decided, let her stay. I will ask the professors at Hogwarts for you to take leave."

Cyrus nodded, "Thank you, fathers. Let's go to the duel room."

"……Um."

Early the next morning, Cyrus went from the private lounge prepared by Vader to the cafeteria. Vader also thoughtfully gave him a map of the castle and a class schedule.

In fact, you don't need to look at the map to go to the cafeteria. You can find it by following many students.

"Are you a new transfer student?"

A male voice came, and Cyrus turned around to see a tall and strong male student approaching. He was surprised to see Cyrus's appearance and said:

"Yesterday, someone was talking about the arrival of a beautiful transfer student. I didn't expect it to be Miss Grindelwald. Hello, my name is Viktor Krum."

The news that Grindelwald announced that she was the heir had already spread throughout Germany. However, after a few years, Cyrus's appearance became more and more mature. She thought that others had forgotten her appearance. After all, she had never appeared in Germany.

"Hello, Mr. Krum. I came to visit my father and experience Durmstrang's teaching style."

"Call me Viktor or Krum. Sir is too unfamiliar, Cyrus."

Cyrus nodded and smiled politely, "Okay, Krum."

Krum smiled heartily, "Are you going to the cafeteria? I'll come with you." The two walked into the cafeteria, and Krum introduced Durmstrang's situation to Cyrus.

Durmstrang is not divided into houses like Hogwarts, and there are no score competitions among the various houses. Everyone has his or her own score, which can be added or subtracted through classes or duels. If the score fails at the end of the year, the student will continue to repeat the grade.

Repeating a grade more than twice will result in expulsion from school. There is a lot of competition here.

The two found an empty seat and sat down. Klum saw the course schedule in Cyrus' hand, "Isn't this the highest grade class? Cyrus, are you the same age as me? I thought you were a few years younger than me. .”

Cyrus shook his head, "I am only in fifth grade at Hogwarts. This is what my father arranged for me."

Krum nodded belatedly, "Well, then you can go to class with me."

Cyrus looked around and said, "The star of the Bulgarian Quidditch team seems to be very popular in school." How come he is tortured by all kinds of stares wherever he goes...

Klum stuck in the German sausage and said happily: "Of course."

This familiar feeling of narcissism and rudeness...

The first class was the black magic class that Cyrus was looking forward to. The professor was the former principal Igor Karkaroff.

Another miserable person who finally escaped the punishment of the Death Eaters and met Grindelwald again. Karkaroff saw Cyrus greeting her warmly,

"Miss Grindelwald, I didn't expect you to come to Durmstrang to visit and study. It's a great honor."

Cyrus smiled back, "Hello, Professor Karkaroff. I'm looking forward to your dark magic course. My father specially recommended you."

When he heard Grindelwald's name, Karkaroff trembled violently and almost broke out in a cold sweat, "Well... yes, yes. Thank you Principal Grindelwald for affirming me!"

It seemed that his father's reputation and terror had taken deep root.

He once revealed the names of a large number of Death Eaters in order to avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban, and then fled to Germany and became the principal of Durmstrang through unknown means.

In the memory, Voldemort was resurrected at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. He ran away long ago when he heard the news, but unfortunately he was found and killed in the end.

Mindless, abusing small minds, cowardly, several adjectives came to Cyrus' mind. I just don’t know what it’s like to be a professor.

Karkaroff was surprisingly enthusiastic in class and would deliberately show off his abilities. Was he afraid that I would say bad things about Grindelwald? Durmstrang's Dark Arts classes are mostly focused on actual combat, more like the Duel Club of Hogwarts.

The professor demonstrates the spell and the students then practice it on each other. Today, Karkaroff showed off flying sand and rocks. When casting the spell, it will be accompanied by blue fire, which will produce a power stronger than the explosion on the enemy and cause the object to be destroyed or the opponent to be seriously injured.

Durmstrang always encouraged students to duel with each other, and injuries were inevitable. The students' duels are more mature and skillful than those in Hogwarts. Some of the outstanding students not only use one kind of magic spell alone, but also use a combination of multiple magic spells.

Cyrus watched and was eager to give it a try. This was much more interesting than the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Looking at Kurum next to him, "Do you want to try it with me?"

Krum laughed, "It's not a gentleman to bully a little girl."

Cyrus frowned, but thought about it. Krum will compete in the Triwizard Tournament as a warrior in the future, and he must be very powerful among the students. If you bully him now, it will not be good if you have no desire to compete by then.

Cyrus did not practice with anyone. Instead, he wrote down the spell and planned to practice with his father or Vader at night.

Seeing that Cyrus had no desire to fight, Karkaroff was relieved. He didn't know how strong Cyrus was. If he was injured in his class, he would have to go to Grindelwald to apologize.

After class, Cyrus did not leave with other students. She asked Karkaroff: "Professor Karkaroff, do you have any classes after that? Can you show me some more black magic?"

Although Grindelwald also used dark magic, he never bothered to use other spells with low effects and weak damage. When Karkaroff saw that the time had come for him to perform, he immediately agreed.

"Of course, Miss Grindelwald. What dark magic do you want to learn?" Cyrus showed a gentle smile, "All the dark magic you know, you only need to demonstrate it once or twice."

Karkaroff thought that Cyrus was just being asked by Grindelwald to check his level, so he thought about the dark magic he knew and demonstrated it for Cyrus.

Karkaroff wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Miss Grindelwald, that's almost it... that's all I can do."

He thought Cyrus was just talking, and maybe he would be satisfied after seeing one or two. She didn't expect that she really wanted to see all the black magic. At first she stood, but then she sat on a chair and watched carefully like she was in class.

"Professor Karkaroff, I would like to ask you a question. Why do different people display different colors of fire?" Although Cyrus did not see Karkaroff demonstrate the fire just now, he may not know how to do it at all. . But as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he would know more or less.

Karkaroff wiped the sweat from his forehead and seemed very satisfied with Cyrus's request for advice. "This is just like the Patronus Charm that everyone can cast. Everyone's magic power is different, so the spell they cast is different." Flames are naturally different. Although there is no accurate theoretical proof, I think it may also be related to the state of mind of the person who cast the spell at the time."

Cyrus can see the magic working in everyone's body, so he also knows this. This gave her the idea that the strength of the magic power determines the strength of a spell. What if a large amount of magic power is compressed...

She pondered for a while, and Karkaroff also froze in place, not daring to make a sound. Cyrus nodded, "Thank you, Professor. I'll go first."

Karkaroff mastered quite a lot of dark magic, but he was not as skilled as Grindelwald, and they were all spells with mediocre effects. Ever since Cyrus learned the magic skills of Shen Feng Wu Ying and his fathers, other spells have become a bit boring.

They all have their own magic spells, but what about their own... Maybe they can use their advantage of affecting the human soul to try to create a magic spell.

In the next few days, apart from going to black magic classes, Cyrus spent time in the library studying books related to black magic. Except for the Dark Arts class, the other classes are no different from Hogwarts.

It has to be said that Durmstrang, who is famous for teaching black magic, is really good at highlighting his own advantages. There are many kinds of books about black magic, and Cyrus can't wait to take them all back and read them by himself.

"Father! Come to the duel room quickly."

Cyrus came to Gellert's office with some excitement. Gellert immediately put down the documents in his hand and looked at Cyrus, "What's wrong? It's not practice time yet?" Cyrus took his arm and left. , the two came to the duel room.

This is the duel room that Gellert prepared for Cyrus privately. Other professors and students are prohibited from entering. The duel room was filled with insects and toads specially used for experiments, but they were all lying motionless with their eyes blank.

Cyrus picked up a cage, and the toad inside was still behaving normally. "Father, watch carefully."

Then Cyrus stretched out his palms to face the toad and clenched his fists. The toad in the cage immediately fell down with eyes blank and lifeless.

Gellert frowned and stepped forward to examine the toad with magic power. Cyrus excitedly explained to Gellert, "This is my self-made spell. I can use magic to affect souls. I originally thought I could only see broken or injured souls.

It may be because he is more familiar with the ability and magic power, and he can also see ordinary souls, but the load is a bit heavy. The magic spell "Thunderbolt Explosion" gave me inspiration. The impact and heat generated quickly by magic can act on the soul! "

Gallus held his chin and said slowly: "In other words, you can directly tear or destroy the soul. And...in an instant."

Cyrus nodded, "But the strength of an individual's soul is directly proportional to the strength of his magic power. Now I can only have an effect on these weak animals."

Gellert laughed heartily and touched Cyrus' head, "As expected of her, she is my daughter! But this kind of spell will have serious side effects. You must be careful when using it."

Gellert's eyes were full of pride and affirmation, and Cyrus couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Perhaps only my father would not show fear and disgust because he mastered such terrifying black magic.

"I will. This is my secret weapon. I only tell you, father."

Cyrus hugged Gellert. I don’t know since when, Cyrus no longer became awkward when calling him father.

Gellert paused, and this was the first time Cyrus took the initiative to hug himself.

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and touched Cyrus' head, his expression extremely gentle, "My daughter, I am proud of you, I am proud of you.