Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

On Monday night, everyone gathered in the auditorium again. Today was the day to announce the champions of the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore stood on the podium. The flame of the Goblet of Fire changed from blue to red, and gradually spurted out a piece of parchment and flew into Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore faced all the students and cleared his throat, "Durmstrang's Champion—Victor Krum!"

Durmstrang's students and all Krum's fans applauded loudly. Krum's election as a warrior was expected by everyone. As the names of two other Durmstrang students were called out, they were Adam Felix and Erice Cullen. A dark-skinned and thin male student and an ordinary-looking girl with a low presence entered the room on the side of the auditorium with Klum.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour!"

Ron's eyes widened when he saw it, and he clapped his hands stupidly. Hermione on the side looked disgusted and dissatisfied. The Beauxbatons warriors are two girls, Fleur and Carla Juliet, and a boy, Franz August. The main event came when the three of them entered the room. All the students at Hogwarts looked expectant and nervous.

"The Champion of Hogwarts—Cyrus Slytherin Grindelwald Percival!"

This was the first time that Cyrus' full name appeared. Everyone didn't react at first, but then they burst into thunderous applause. In fact, Cyrus added Dumbledore's surname to his name after announcing his life experience. But since the three names Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Slytherin are a bit scary together, no one has three last names.

Grindelwald had already announced Cyrus's name to everyone, and there was probably nothing to change, and Dumbledore didn't mind, so Cyrus chose one of his middle names. Percival——Percival

The nomenclature of this name is "piercing the curtain" or "going through the valley". Percival is a Knight of the Round Table who has obtained the Holy Grail. And curtain means life and death in English. An interesting coincidence, Percival is also the name of Dumbledore's father.

For the sake of convenience, Cyrus, like Dumbledore, introduced others by their first names. Only in very formal situations would one say a long list of surnames that others would soon forget.

She stood up without moving, but waited for the other two warriors to announce. Her candidacy is something that all Hogwarts students think is beyond doubt, although no one knows exactly how strong she is, or to be precise, they don't know how strong she is.

Defeat the dark wizard in the third grade, clear Hagrid's grievances and tame the Basilisk in the fourth grade, change the world's misunderstanding of Slytherin, win the school's best contribution award, report on improving potions to the outside world, and perform horrifyingly in the Defense Against Dark Arts class , so that no one will question her.

Durmstrang superficially respected Cyrus more because of Grindelwald. Beauxbatons, who didn't know much about the news, was a little confused but did not express any dissatisfaction when he heard Cyrus' name.

"The next warrior representing Hogwarts - Cedric Diggory!" Cedric also stood up amidst the noisy applause and nodded to Cyrus.

It took a long time for the choice of the third warrior to be slowly ejected from the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore unfolded the note in his palm and couldn't help but look frozen. "The last warrior of Hogwarts...Harry Potter!" The customary applause gradually disappeared as soon as it started, and everyone looked at Harry, who was still in shock.

Two attitudes were clear about Harry's unexpected candidacy. The Gryffindor students felt proud. George and Fred pushed him, "Hey Harry! You are really good at it! Tell us how you crossed the age line set by Principal Dumbledore?"

"Well done Harry!"

"Haha Harry, I knew you would definitely participate."

Only Hermione's face was full of worry, while Ron was a little angry, "You secretly submitted your name?! Why didn't you call me?" Students from the other four colleges and the other two schools were generally dissatisfied, "Why did he get picked up?" Chosen?"

"Isn't he still under 17 years old?" "But Cyrus is only in the sixth grade."

"Have you forgotten Cyrus's life experience? Could it be that Potter, like her, existed thousands of years ago? Isn't this a joke?!"

"Why can he participate but not us?!"

"He must have cheated!"

All the professors were also very confused and shocked, "Now all warriors enter the next room!"

Dumbledore urged a few people, Cyrus walked in first, Cedric followed, and Harry followed in a panic.

"Ha, Miss Grindelwald! I knew you would become a champion of Hogwarts!" Karkaroff stood behind Grindelwald and immediately congratulated Cyrus when he saw him entering the room. Grindelwald tilted his head slightly, and Karkaroff immediately shut up.

Cyrus gave Grindelwald a smile, and Grindelwald nodded to her. Cedric and Harry appeared one after another, and everyone couldn't help but frown when they saw Harry.

Fleur seemed a little dissatisfied with Cyrus, but Grindelwald and others were there, so she had no choice but to turn her harshness on Harry. "Can a young child now become a warrior?"

Dumbledore and Barty Crouch also walked in, followed by a worried Professor McGonagall and a gloomy-looking Snape.

Dumbledore asked Harry calmly (pointing to Harry and rushing to Harry like a wolf trooper and holding his shoulders.) "Harry, I need you to tell me honestly, have you ever given your name to other senior students?" Will I help you put it into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No, sir. Absolutely not!" Harry shook his head one after another to show that he had done nothing.

"Now that the Goblet of Fire has made a decision, what else is there to say? Anyway, the number of participants from the three schools is the same, maybe this Mr. Potter has the same...strength as other warriors?" Maxim mocked from the side.

"I believe Harry did not cheat, but Harry is still underage. It is too dangerous for him to participate in the competition." Professor McGonagall put her arm around Harry's shoulders. She could not let her students face danger like this.

"Once the selected warrior has no retreat, he must participate in the competition." Barty Crouch made the decision, and of course the other two schools would not object. Grindelwald didn't care about this little incident, and Maxim naturally felt that this would help his school win the championship.

"Okay! The first trial will be held in early November, and the content of the trial will be kept confidential. Please be fully prepared, all brave men. There is no turning back now!" Crouch's attitude was firm, and Dumbledore said nothing. .

Cyrus narrowed his eyes slightly. As expected, Voldemort's main target was still Harry, so was he planning to let Barty kill him by the way? The favorability level is still a little slow. It seems that he should be in the limelight during the game.

Cyrus left with everyone and saw an ugly-looking Harry. "Cyrus, what is going on... I obviously didn't do anything." Harry was more complaining than asking. Although he also wanted to participate, he did not put his name into it and did not cheat.

"I believe you. You can't break through the age limit set by Principal Dumbledore. Apparently someone cast a powerful confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire. As for why, I don't know."

Harry didn't know whether to thank Cyrus or feel ashamed of his weak strength in Cyrus's eyes.

"You can learn more from Professor Moody recently. Although he is a little unqualified in what he does, he is a very good teacher."

Barty Crouch Jr. can be said to be a fake Moody but a real professor. Especially in order for Harry to win in the end, he worked diligently and without complaint. Harry vaguely agreed and left, and Cyrus couldn't help but laugh as he watched his leaving figure.

No one is ever born as a savior, but he happens to be the one who is arranged to follow this carefully planned path. Compared with saviors who are lonely and brave and want to save the world, Cyrus is more fond of those who were born in the quagmire and worked hard to change the world, such as Grindelwald.

Harry's participation in the competition caused dissatisfaction among many students, and some even made spoof badges.

Harry is in a very bad situation recently. His best friend Ron has a cold war with him, and people around him are crowding and mocking him. Draco and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, also wore badges that humiliated Harry. Cyrus wasn't a babysitter either, and wouldn't follow them around to solve such a childish problem.

Without the restraint of Cyrus, Draco became as easy as before to come to Harry and make sarcastic comments. Harry didn't want to pay attention to him at all, turned around and left. Seeing the situation, Draco took out his wand and prepared to shoot a curse at Harry.

"Damn you little brat! I'm going to show you the consequences of attacking someone from behind today!" Moody appeared from the corner, walked toward Draco fiercely with a cane, and pointed a white light from the wand directly at Draco.

"Oh, my life, my life, my life, my life!" A mechanical, sharp, funny voice like a doll came out, and the magic spell hit the face of a doll in front of Draco, and the magic spell was absorbed by the doll.

The puppet had a bald head, a big pale noseless face, embroidered red eyes, and wore a shabby black wizard robe. It made funny begging sounds from time to time. Cyrus looked at the doll in his hand and played with it with interest, "It seems that the new defensive alchemy product is good. Professor Moody, do you like it? If you like it, I will make one for you."

Cyrus grabbed the doll's neck and swayed it from side to side. Moody's face became furious and twisted, "You!!!"

Just as he was about to rush forward, a large black robe appeared in front of him. Snape looked at Moody with a gloomy look and a stern look, his wand already pointed at his face.

"Professor Moody! Professor Snape! What are you doing?!" McGonagall shouted anxiously and hurriedly came between the two of them, fearing that they would fight in front of the students.

Cyrus looked at McGonagall and said with a sweet and gentle tone, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody just punished Draco for trying to attack Harry by casting a human transformation spell on him. It happened to miss the defense doll I made. , Professor Snape stepped forward to stop Professor Moody because he was afraid that the students would be injured."

Cyrus looked back at Draco and the others, who were frightened by Moody's posture just now and nodded. The surrounding students also saw the whole process and nodded.

"Professor Moody! As a professor, it is strictly forbidden to impose curses on students, especially dangerous transformation curses!" Moody glared at Cyrus behind Snape fiercely, spat, and leaned on his crutches. left.

McGonagall looked at Moody who was ignoring them, her chest rising and falling, and then looked at Draco seriously, "Mr. Malfoy, this matter is Professor Moody's fault. But I think you tried to sneak attack Potter before. Your dean will take care of it!" Then he took Harry and left.

Draco had just recovered from his shock and met Snape's cold gaze, "You idiot who wants help with everything! For the next month, go to my office for solitary confinement!" Snape glared at Draco fiercely. Lacko glanced at him, threw up his black robe and left.

Cyrus saw the badge on Draco's chest, shook his head at him with the puppet, "You are better than this." and then left towards the cellar. Only Draco's wounded world reached.

Snape was sitting in the office angrily when there was a knock on the door. He thought it was Draco coming to plead for mercy. "Come in, you idiot."

A round doll head emerged from behind the door, "Severus, don't be angry. Let me perform a backflip for you with my noseless monster." Then the doll floated and rolled rapidly in the air.

Snape almost laughed angrily at this scene, but he still suppressed a cold snort and said: "It's just a transformation spell, and his life is not in danger. Does Miss Cyrus care too much about him?"

Cyrus appeared from behind the door, "I just wanted to disgust Professor Moody."

She grabbed the doll and showed it to Snape, "Does it look similar?"

Snape put his head aside and crossed his arms, "What a boring joke... That Moody guy seems to be targeting you."

Cyrus shook his head and said in a pleasant tone, "Professor Moody is just incompetent and furious. He does this to everyone. Sir, you are overthinking."

Snape frowned. Although he and Moody had never had any contact, the other party had been keeping a close eye on him because of his status as a former Death Eater. But the murderous intention Moody showed towards Cyrus just now was not normal anger, "Stay away from him in the future."

Cyrus nodded obediently and stepped forward to hold Snape's hand. "Sir, please stay away from him. Professor Moody has a weird temper. Don't let him take his anger out on you."

"He can try."

In terms of strength, apart from Dumbledore, the only other person in Hogwarts is the Potions Master. Not only is he a master of Occlumency, he is also proficient in all kinds of black magic, and he is especially good at silent spellcasting.

Snape saw Cyrus looking at him in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Cyrus came back to his senses and showed a gentle smile, "It's nothing, I just think you, sir... are really charming."

Snape clenched his backhand, "The Triwizard Tournament has always only selected one warrior from each college. Why did the rules change this time?" Looking at the girl who looked guilty but still wanted to hide it, he couldn't help but sigh, "S Can the Letling family control such a grand competition on their own..."

Cyrus smiled and said, "There is still only one winner in the end. Adding more candidates will only make the event more exciting. And the benefits that the Ministry of Magic can get will be greater. Slytherin just kindly sponsored some, and Gai Luter is a boring old man who loves to laugh at other people's jokes. Haha...why not?

Snape remembered that Cyrus had said that he would make a bet for herself to win the Ministry of Magic. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. He picked up the wand and tapped her forehead. "You're not allowed to go anywhere before the game starts. I think Dumbledore's savings alone are enough for you to fool around with. Besides, you don't have him as your only father...right, Slytherin, Dumbledore, Grindelwald Miss?"

Cyrus was not angry at Snape's joke. She leaned over the desk with a smile in her eyes. The tip of her slightly cool nose rubbed Snape's face affectionately, and her fingers suddenly came up, placing her fingertips behind Snape's ears. While Snape was still dazed, the girl's warm breath touched his ears.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere. Severus, how are you going to make it up to me?"