Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Chapter 61 Determination to Surpass Theirs

"Want me to help you practice your spells?"

Cyrus looked at Harry who made such a request to him, and he nodded seriously, "Sirius told me that you are very suitable to be a teacher. Although Professor Moody is also good, he is sometimes eccentric and annoying. Creepy."

With Hagrid's help, Harry saw several dragons prepared for the first project, and now he was almost sick from nervousness. The trial is about to start in a week, and asking him to duel with the dragon is simply to die. After communicating with Sirius, he was advised to ask Cyrus for help. Although he didn't want to trouble Cyrus, this was the best choice at the moment.

He first secretly told Cyrus that the first trial was related to dragons. Unexpectedly, Cyrus was not surprised or nervous at all, but looked expectant. This made him even more convinced that Cyrus should train him.

Cyrus held his chin in his hand and rubbed his slender index finger on his lips, with a smile in his eyes that made Harry's hair stand on end. "Wait for me at the green troll carpet on the eighth floor every night."

Harry came to the eighth floor wearing an invisibility cloak and looked around, but there was no sign of Cyrus. There was a noise behind him, and he turned around to find cracks in the empty wall, and a door gradually appeared. Cyrus, who was behind the door, opened the door and waved to Harry, "Come in."

Harry entered this magical space, surrounded by nothing but the chair where Cyrus had just been sitting. "Cyrus, where is this? Why did this room suddenly appear?"

Cyrus looked around, and the environment gradually changed. It turned into a warm Gryffindor bedroom for a while, a library for a while, and a potions room for a while. "This is the Room of Requirement. It can create an ideal space for you according to different needs of people. Just walk back and forth three times outside the door and repeatedly imagine the space you need, and it will appear. There are more than just secret passages in Hogwarts. , magical places are everywhere.”

Harry looked around excitedly, "It's really amazing!" Cyrus stretched out his body, and with a wave of his hand, all the items disappeared. She came to the center of the room, "Didn't you ask me to teach you spells? Come on, dueling is the easiest. The most direct way to understand.”

Harry hadn't reacted yet, "Duel? But I just want you to teach me how to use the Eye Spell. Sirius told me that's the best way to deal with dragons."

"Do you know the spells and gestures for the Eye Spell?"

"...I know, but I can't say it yet..."

Before he finished speaking, a magic spell flew over Harry's head, "If you don't want to be beaten unilaterally by me, then take out your wand." Harry recalled the angry look of Cyrus in the Shrieking Shack. , gingerly took out the wand from behind.

"Although the first project is related to dragons, based on your strength, it is most effective to mainly train your evasion ability and how to hinder the dragon. You should also know a lot of magic spells to try to defeat or prevent me from approaching."

Harry waved his hands quickly, "No Cyrus, do you want to fight me with bare hands... What if you get hurt?!"

Cyrus blinked, and a knife appeared in her right hand. Harry felt a gust of wind blowing against his cheek before he could see her movement clearly. Looking back, he saw that the knife in Cyrus' hand just now was firmly inserted into the wall. "It's not certain whether I will be injured, but if I use a weapon against you now, you will definitely not be able to get out of this room, Harry."

Harry felt like he had slept for a long time and his whole body ached. But there was a light feeling inside, as if the fog that had been weighing on my heart had finally dissipated. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. I put my hand on my forehead and tried to sit up, feeling a pain in my head.

"Awake? Your ability to resist blows is too weak, you are not skilled in using magic spells, and your brain circuit is simpler than Sirius. But your talent is good, and you are indeed suitable for actual combat training. Apply this to the bruise, and it will heal in about 2 hours .”

Cyrus's voice came, and Harry realized that he was still in the Room of Requirement. He was fighting Cyrus just now. She escaped the spell he cast and came to him, and then...he didn't remember anything.

"Cyrus...why did I faint just now? Hiss...my head hurts!" Then a mirror appeared in front of Harry. There was a large bruise on his forehead, but there was no bleeding. "I just kicked you in the head... I didn't expect you to faint. I'm sorry. I didn't know how to use the force."

"Huh? Oh, oh, no...it's okay."

Cyrus motioned Harry to apply the magic potion, and then said: "You cast the Eye Spell for me to see... Well, it's too hasty. If the magic power is transferred into the wand before it is fully formed, it will definitely fail. You must have a good mentality. Calm down, come again... The more times you practice, the better, but the quality. Think carefully about the difference in each operation of magic, and come again... Yes, continue to fight with me now. Always pay attention to my movements and learn to predict the launch of magic spells. . Don’t just stand around, if the enemy disappears from your sight, leave the location as soon as possible.”

Cyrus then repeated this teaching method, waiting for Harry to wake up or letting him rest after he fell to the ground in actual combat. During this period, Cyrus gave an explanation, and after he regained his mobility, he was asked to practice the spell several times on his own, with Cyrus commenting on the side. Finally, practice training again, and the cycle continues.

It was almost early in the morning, and Harry was lying on the ground without the strength to get up, "Cyrus...who did you learn this teaching method from..."

Cyrus chuckled, "I thought you would pose some threat to me after learning the Eye Spell, so I have to work harder. This is how I first learned from Salazar. Isn't it very Spartan? But I have to say it's very It’s effective. It’s almost time, let’s go back. From now on, come here and practice every night.”

Harry stood up with difficulty, "I feel that I will never be as powerful as you..." Cyrus said noncommittally, "Everyone has their own way of fighting. Professor Flitwick will use a wealth of magic spells and physical skills. Professor Ge will use the transformation technique to cooperate, and Professor Snape will use the potions that he is good at. You can think of how to use your own advantages in battle."

Harry had been thinking about what Cyrus said and didn't even notice Ron's surprised face when he returned to the common room. Until Ron's continuous shouting brought him back to his thoughts, "Oh my God! Who beat you?! Is it Malfoy or the others?" The two of them had been having a cold war, and Ron couldn't help but worry when he saw Harry come back with a bruised nose and face.

"No, it's Cyrus."

"Cyrus hit you?! Why did she hit you?"

"No, Ron. Listen to me, I asked her to teach me how to practice spells..."

"So she didn't agree to your promise and then beat you?!"

Harry almost laughed angrily at Ron and hit him on the shoulder, "Shut up, it was an injury we sustained during actual combat training." Harry explained to Ron for a long time before he understood that he was indeed injured. Cyrus was beaten like this, but the purpose was to quickly increase his strength. Cyrus also gave himself special medicine to heal his wounds.

The relationship between the two eased, and Harry said uncomfortably, "Cyrus told me...those dragons are from the Romanian Dragon Farm, where Charlie works...it was because you wanted to tell me the content of the competition." Hagrid took me there?" Ron also became nervous, "Otherwise! I'm not afraid that you will be eaten by the dragon!"

In the next few days, Harry continued to be spurred by Cyrus's Spartan education, and Ron stopped fighting with him. Hermione and I had watched their training with curiosity before, but when they saw Cyrus knocking Harry down time and time again without hesitation, both of them were afraid to watch any more.

"Have you thought of a strategy?" Cyrus helped Harry up who fell to the ground, "Not yet. I don't know what I'm good at, except that I'm good at Quidditch." Cyrus said helplessly: "The answer is ready to come out, don't you understand yet?"

Harry thought for a long time, "You mean to let me fight the dragon with a broomstick? But the competition prohibits weapons other than wands." Cyrus waved his hand and deliberately said the spell, "The wand is flying." Harry's The wand flew into Cyrus's hand, and Harry understood what she meant and immediately became excited.

"Great, as long as you learn the summoning spell, you can summon the broom outside the court!" Then he was a little embarrassed, "But I haven't learned this spell yet, and the competition is coming soon... Is it too late? "

Cyrus threw his wand into the corner, a dagger appeared in his right hand, and walked towards Harry silently. Ignoring Harry's shouts, he stepped closer and raised his hands. The dagger stabbed his neck accurately. Harry had never felt that death was so close to him. Just when the dagger was about to cut through his flesh, Harry closed his eyes and shouted loudly: "The wand is flying!!!"

The touch of the wand came to his right hand, and the dagger at his neck moved away. Cyrus' gentle tone sounded, "Isn't this going to happen? Sometimes if you don't push yourself, you will never know how much potential a person has."

Harry, who was soaked in cold sweat, nodded stiffly, "With the wand in hand, his first reaction was not to release the spell to repel the enemy or protect himself, and didn't I tell you never to close your eyes during the battle? , it seems that I am still too gentle to you."

The gentle tone that sounded like the words of a demon made Harry's hair stand on end. Ron didn't even recognize Harry when he returned to the dormitory tonight.

"You learned the summoning spell, so Cyrus beat you until you were inhumane?!"

Cyrus, who was still in the Room of Requirement, stood in the center of the room, his hands stretched out to both sides, huge magic power surged out, and the dry air immediately became moist. Huge waves gradually rose up on both sides of her body, and as she raised her hands upward, the waves surged to form a spinning waterspout. There was a faint flash of light between the currents.

With a wave in front of him, the two waterspouts turned into huge waves again and overturned the wooden table in front of him. As time passed, the entire room was swallowed by the sea water. Only the circle where Cyrus stood was free of sea water, as if there was an air protective cover covering it.

Then the air cover continued to grow, rushing from the bottom of the floor to the top of the eaves. The seawater was penetrated by the air and dispersed to both sides, but it was overwhelmed and filled the gap again. The water flow contracted, and the seawater that swallowed up the huge space gradually merged into Cyrus's palm.

"Father will be troubled if he destroys the Room of Requirement..." Cyrus, who was soaked all over, snapped his fingers, "Kool, throw me into the black lake."

The night at Hogwarts was peaceful and quiet, the earth had fallen asleep, and the breeze gently blew across the water of the Black Lake. The silver moonlight shines on the lake, making the waves sparkling. The originally calm water surface of the Black Lake gradually became rippled, and the vortex in the center grew larger and larger.

There seemed to be some terrifying sealed beast at the bottom of the lake ready to break out of the water. The ups and downs of the lake became more intense, and a violent explosion sounded from the center of the lake. Then the lake water gathered downwards and rushed into the sky in an instant.

The large ship parked in Durmstrang was swaying, and the lake water in the air was swaying and dripping freely, falling drop by drop into the lake and the nearby ground. Salazar, who was the first to sense the powerful magic in the lake, stood by the lake. He had cast a silencing spell and a protective spell on the surrounding area in advance.

Seeing the lake rising into the sky, I felt a wave of magical power, and hurriedly went into the water to search for it. Salazar walked out of the lake with Cyrus in his arms, and the quick-drying and warming spells were superimposed on Cyrus one after another.

At this time, Cyrus's clothes were torn to pieces as if they had been scratched by a sharp knife, and there were many scratches on his skin that were still bleeding uncontrollably. She coughed out a few mouthfuls of lake water, but her pale face showed a smile, "I finally understand why you insist on pursuing the ultimate magic... Ahem... it's really... wonderful."

Cyrus then recited a spell, which stopped one of the wounds. But there were too many wounds, and her face was extremely pale. Salazar took out his wand and quickly recited a long and obscure spell. The bleeding wound on Cyrus's body gradually became smaller, but did not stop completely. It was still bleeding slowly.

The loose wizard robe covered her body, Salazar frowned and hugged her tightly, and used Apparition to appear in the Slytherin cellar. To be precise, Snape's office.

Snape, who was brewing the potion, was startled when he saw Salazar, who was soaked all over, suddenly appearing in front of him. Then he saw the girl in his arms, and the smell of blood was accompanied by the moment they appeared.

"Recite the counter-curse."

Salazar gently placed her on the sofa without looking at Snape at all. His words were concise and his tone was cold. Cyrus lost so much blood that he almost fainted, but he still gave the two of them a gentle smile, "I'm causing trouble for you..."

Snape's face also turned pale, and he kept chanting curses. Salazar rummaged through Snape's medicine cabinet to find blood tonics and fed them to Cyrus, bottle after bottle. Cyrus's face turned rosy again, "Father, if you feed me any more, I will have a nosebleed."

Salazar stopped and saw that Snape had finished reciting the counter-curse for all the wounds and was applying medicine to Cyrus's wounds. His brows were furrowed, as if he didn't want this man to touch Cyrus. Someone cast a quick-drying charm and a warming charm on my body. "Father, thank you for finding me in the Black Lake. Thank you."

Sara looked at Cyrus who was smiling, sighed heavily, and touched her head. "I can sense you whenever I'm in Hogwarts...you can ask me to come with you."

Cyrus nodded, "Not next time. I wanted to show off to you successfully, but it seems it's not that simple." Salazar glanced at Snape, "Let's go to the school doctor's office. Let Pan Mrs. Frey will bandage you."

Cyrus looked at Snape who was squatting next to him, and said to Salazar, "No need to trouble Madam Pomfrey, just help me, sir. I will go to you to study the spell tomorrow."

Salazar was silent for a while. Seeing that Cyrus had made up his mind, he glared at Snape again and disapparated away. "Sir, please excuse me." Seeing that Snape still didn't speak, Cyrus spoke first.

Snape still lowered his head and applied medicine to Cyrus, "I just practiced the magic spell in the Black Lake, trying to combine the tide with the Divine Edge. In the process, the magic got out of control. It seems I was too arrogant."

Cyrus was picked up by Snape, brought into the bedroom, and sat on the bed. Cyrus was covered in wounds and it was difficult to treat her on the sofa, but now there was more space. Cyrus took off his coat and clothes. Snape's hand holding the ointment suddenly froze. After seeing the wounds of varying lengths all over her body, he returned to normal and continued to treat her.

"Why do you always do these dangerous things? You have mastered many profound magic spells that many people will never learn in a lifetime. Do you really want to become stronger, and why?"

"If I don't get stronger, I don't know what else I can do. Sir, do you know what can prevent a disaster - power above all else. Although I am not that arrogant to try to turn things around on my own, But the stronger I am, the more possibilities I have.”

"There are so many people, as well as your three fathers. Even if you don't take action, they can definitely solve it. Why have they always ignored your dangerous behavior?! If they want to get rid of the mysterious man, they shouldn't need them. Baby girl, come." Snape's tone became more and more excited. He had already asked Dumbledore, but he had always been perfunctory and prevaricated.

"When wizards become adults, their own magic power will no longer increase. My appearance caused them to lose most of their magic power, especially Salazar... Although he didn't say it, I know that he still needs to rely on a lot of Hogwarts." He uses magic power to maintain his awakening state. And it is very unstable, which is why he stays in the secret room all year round except for teaching.

Albus and Gellert have not used too much magic for many years. Although they maintain the appearance of their prime, their bodies are still aging.

In all your years at Hogwarts, have you never seen Albus actually take action? I practiced fighting with them to let them gradually regain control of their magic, but how could it be possible to make them magically rejuvenate.

There was not much time left to not only face Voldemort, but to surpass their peak strength. I told them to leave me alone. They are old and they should no longer protect this generation.

Getting rid of Voldemort is not their shackles and restraints, but my mission. Since you have saved me from nothingness, then I will finish this road. "

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