Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Snape was very dissatisfied with this answer. He turned around and took the black wizard robe with him, but did not leave.

"What's with your name? I don't think anyone would give themselves such a ridiculous name."

Snape had been avoiding calling her name ever since he learned that Cyrus had used the description he used when mocking her as his name, but he was still very curious under the spell of Dumbledore.

Cyrus's voice fluctuated slightly, no longer seeming like a machine without emotion, "Sir, this name is not funny, I don't know what it feels like. But it seems that having a name is more like...a person." "

Snape frowned when he heard the answer. It was a strange metaphor. Wouldn't it be less human without a name? But Snape soon stopped worrying. There were more things worth figuring out for him.

"Where did you go after that day?"

After a moment of silence, Cyrus then spoke, "Did Dumbledore ask you to ask?"

Snape looked back at Cyrus, knowing he didn't want to answer her question, the girl would never speak. In front of this girl, I felt helpless and powerless. And, the anger of being played by a child. He gritted his teeth and said word by word

"What if - what if - it is -?"

"Then I have no comment." Cyrus looked up and stared at Snape's somewhat terrifying face, still expressionless.

Snape almost laughed out loud at such a reaction. In the past, these little kids whose brains were taken over by trolls would not be able to control their fear even when facing themselves. Now this girl actually feels neither humble nor arrogant. He took a deep breath and said quickly as if it was very difficult

"What if I want to know?"

Snape himself did not expect that he would say such words, but there were too many secrets in this girl, which may be related to future plans. The girl's mouth raised slightly at a very slight angle

"I'm going to rescue Angus."

"He...is my only reason to live."

Snape sat on the sofa, the cold and humid air eroding his whole body. Staring at the ceiling with dull pupils, Cyrus' words echoed in his mind over and over again.

The girl who wrapped herself in darkness like him had no fluctuations in her tone but was very firm. Can an 11-year-old child really think about such complicated things as life? What she has gone through has only an ordinary dog ​​to sustain her desire to live.

He couldn't help but think of the scene after losing the only light in his life. The world becomes temperatureless and colorless. He lost the desire to live, but he wanted to atone for his mistakes.

After so many years, he lived in confusion, telling himself over and over again how ugly and despicable he was, how cowardly and incompetent he was, and how stupid he was.

He had nothing left, and hoped that sacrificing the rest of his humble life could gain that little bit of psychological comfort.

How could he not feel pain and unwillingness? Lily's death was his biggest nightmare and the shackles of his life. But he enjoyed it very much.

"He is my only reason to live."

"She is also my only reason not to die..."

Since Snape left that day, Cyrus took Angus and left the small village. She used the compensation she received from Dumbledore to take the Knight Bus back to Diagon Alley. She heard a way of using the Knight Bus in the conversations between the wizards in the village, although she was not sure whether she could summon the bus.

She couldn't use the wand she bought, nor could the wand of the wizard who had adopted him. She could feel the magic in her body, but there was a strong sense of blockage every time it was used. If it weren't for her ability to use her eyes expertly, she would have felt like a squib.

She lived in the Leaky Cauldron. The bar owner Tom originally did not welcome this dirty and strange-looking child. But seeing that there was a lot of gold Galleons on the table, he still compromised, and even reminded Cyrus that not all people coming and going here were safe.

Cyrus didn't understand his intention of reminding her like this. She had never received kindness from others, and she didn't understand such behavior. Just give him a few more galleons. Under the strange eyes of the boss, I took Angus upstairs.

In a month, Boss Tom saw this girl go out several times just a few days before she moved in. She was never seen leaving the room after that, and meals were automatically delivered to her door. Gradually he also ignored the existence of this girl.

Cyrus processed the beast skins he prepared for Angus and put them into the infinitely stretchable waist bag he bought at a large price a few days ago. Since that night, she has lost the ability to use magic. Every time I try to function, I always feel that the magic power in my body is difficult to gather.

She reads books every day and absorbs knowledge crazily. She had been very uneasy since meeting Dumbledore. There was a huge gap in strength between him and Cyrus, and Cyrus would feel irritable whenever he saw Dumbledore. The old man might have seen something that he didn't know, and Cyrus thought of the man in his memory who treated his soul like sliced ​​bread.

Although she was not sure whether those pictures were real, he could still use magic after making the Horcrux, and he would not be as embarrassed as herself.

Angus could only eat the flesh and blood of magical animals, otherwise he would become extremely weak. When Cyrus was in the most pain and helplessness, only Angus was by her side, and he was the light of her life.

Only this ray of light kept her from falling into darkness. She didn't care about other people's words or violence, she was used to it. The only thing she couldn't bear was that Angus was hurt, and she wouldn't let Angus leave again. Cyrus has never had desires, and her experiences in the past few years have left her unable to taste her food. She just wants to live with Angus forever.

She could feel that something in her body was gradually collapsing, especially when she overused her abilities and suffered severe backlash. The pain that tore apart her soul piece by piece made her want to die every time, and her perception would disappear for a while before she could recover.

Can't see, can't hear, can't even taste or smell. Only with the warmth around him and the gentle undulation of the soft fur, Cyrus would feel that she was not the only one in the world.

She might not live long, one year, two years? Or one day, two days? She is not afraid of death, it can be said that real death is her relief.

She doesn't know who she is or where she comes from. She is also never curious, just like she lacks emotion herself.

Cyrus feels like she appeared in this world a long time ago, when she couldn't think or move. In the void, a long, long time passed... I don't know how long she had been sinking, but strange scenes appeared in front of her eyes. A tall and majestic castle, a young man flying on a broom, an old man with a white beard... an ugly noseless man, and... a man in black robe lying on the cold floor with blood pouring from his neck...

These images kept replaying in Cyrus's mind. She followed the people in the images to die again and again, start over, die again, and the cycle continued.

When she regained consciousness and wandered in the ice and snow, she didn't know whether she was in reality or the previous illusion. She walked aimlessly like this, and then she collapsed in the snow.

Her whole body was itching and aching, it was the first time she had experienced this feeling. Was she about to die again? When she opened her eyes again, she saw a man with a bloated figure and a fierce face looking at her.

Surrounded by the hoarse howls of different beasts, just like that, she seemed not to die this time... She didn't go through the day-to-day cycle again, but for the next few years... she lived in hell.

Cyrus didn't know if the previous pictures were real. She didn't recognize anyone in the pictures. Until she saw the characters in the fantasy appear in front of her, she was indeed surprised by the return of reality and dreams.

But for her, the only thing she couldn't let go and cared about was Angus, who was living in the abyss with her. If she had to die, she wanted to die next to the only light in her life. Cyrus took the initiative to return to the circus...

Four years later, at night, she looked at the figure lying in a pool of blood. It was the first time she had such complicated emotions. She kept screaming, asking for help, and calling.

Then she felt something pass from her body to the cold body. She lost her soul that night, but Angus came back. She has felt a strong connection with Angus ever since.

When she saw the man who had saved her again, it was during a confrontation with the white-haired old man. She was very familiar with and unfamiliar with both of them.

She had watched them go to death over and over again. The old man was like a superior man carefully holding the chessboard on the chessboard of life, controlling his own life and the lives of others. Cyrus had suffered too much malice, and he could see in the eyes of that kind old man that he had murderous intentions towards him, even if it was just for a moment.

Angus could feel the ups and downs of Cyrus's heart every time. He stood up and licked Cyrus's face, and then rubbed his head on her shoulder.

"I won't die Angus, I still have you."

Cyrus thought of the tall, black-robed man with sharp words and difficult looks. Maybe when preparing ingredients for Angus later, you can give him some animal parts used as potion ingredients. Thinking about it, I got up and packed my luggage.

Cyrus put on his usual black shirt, black trousers, and a wizard school robe bought in Diagon Alley. Her long hair was tied up, and her whole body was dark. Of course, the white bandage on her face was still there. She likes dressing like this.

Other colors irritated her, and black easily hid itself at night. The wide wizard robe leaves plenty of space for hiding weapons. She dragged her suitcase and took Angus out of the room.