Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

All the students who saw the scene just gasped, and they who were still in the hot air just now were chilling all over. The Slytherin students reacted first and clapped again, and then led everyone to applaud, but it was not as enthusiastic and exciting as before. And Cyrus had returned to the tent, and all the warriors who were not injured after the game saw the whole process through the gaps in the tent.

The Beauxbatons students stayed away from Cyrus, and Krum and the others did not dare to step forward. At this time, Cyrus was calm and gentle, but his whole body was exuding coldness.

"Cy... Cyrus, are you okay? Are you injured?" Harry and Cedric stepped forward to care about Cyrus immediately. "It's okay. You all have minor injuries. Go back and rest quickly. .”

The indifferent and cold tone made the two of them dare not say anything more. Soon, the judges gave their scores. Dumbledore had 10 points, Maxim had 7 points, Grindelwald had 10 points, Bagman had 10 points, Crouch had 10 points, and Salazar had 10 points. The total score is 57 points. All judges except Maxim gave perfect scores.

After the competition, several judges seemed to get into an argument. "Using Li Huo in the competition is undoubtedly a dangerous and impulsive act! She should be directly deprived of the qualification to compete. I should have thought of it earlier, how can someone who existed thousands of years ago participate in the competition as a student? It is so unfair!" Maxi Tom angrily said to Dumbledore,

Dumbledore remained calm and composed, "Cyrus didn't even really learn magic until her third grade before she entered Hogwarts. Is it too far-fetched to deprive her of the competition because she is too strong?"

"Oh, I just can't afford to lose. If your student union, they can also use Li Fire." Grindelwald also agreed.

"That's true, Mrs. Maxim. The rules don't say that you can't use sharp fire, and the target of the use is not a human being." Bagman was almost smiling now.

"The rules only say to capture the golden egg, but she killed all the dragons! Why isn't there even a point deduction?!"

"This is not a point deduction. Mrs. Maxim, I think I have made it clear before. Anyone who participates in the competition will be bound by a magical contract, and no one can withdraw." Crouch looked tired. With that said, regardless of what Maxim said, he turned around and said hello to everyone and left.

Cyrus returned to the Slytherin common room and was pulled into the center, everyone cheering her victory. There seemed to be something wrong with the girl's face. She expressed her gratitude to everyone, but she felt like she was being rejected by everyone.

The Slytherin students started a small party in the common room, and Cyrus sneaked out and headed to the Forbidden Forest. She was in a bad mood now. The beast in the center of the field, the shouts of the audience around her... For a moment, she felt like she had gone back to the past, especially when the fire dragon lost control and she killed it without hesitation.

The sharp blade of air cut through the throat cavity, and the warm liquid dripped. Cyrus subconsciously wanted to hold the non-existent dagger with his right hand. He habitually wants to carry out more attacks, more wounds, and more exciting scenes on the fire dragon in front of him.

She wasn't angry at Barty Jr. for trying to kill him, she was angry at herself. Over such a long time, these habits have been integrated into her body. She didn't notice it at first, maybe she just didn't care.

The perfect Slytherin heir, gentle and friendly, caring about his classmates. The cold and bloodthirsty dragon slayer in the arena would be excited by killing, which is really a contradiction.

"As the winner of the first game, he is hiding here alone." A deep magnetic voice came, and Snape came to sit next to Cyrus.

"This is nothing to celebrate." Cyrus was expressionless, his eyes as calm as the calm lake in front of him. Snape noticed the girl's expression. She hadn't looked like this for a long time.

He considered the words carefully, but his mind went blank, "What's wrong with you?" Cyrus turned his head and looked at the stone tablet beside him, "Sir, I hope you will grant me a wish."

Snape frowned, but nodded anyway. "If one day I fall into madness and keep killing. Please kill me without hesitation."

Without waiting for Snape to answer, Cyrus stood up and pulled him, waving and turning into Sean, "Severus, let's go to the Pig's Head Bar for a drink! Father and the others are here too."

"Hahaha, I actually killed a Hungarian Horntail. What an awesome little guy!" Aberforth drank the beer generously and patted Cyrus on the back. Cyrus also said to Aberforth proudly. Think about the competition process.

Snape was drinking quietly on the side, still thinking about what the girl just said. Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and even Salazar are there. They celebrated Cyrus together. At first, Aberforth wanted to throw Grindelwald out, but Cyrus persuaded him and finally stopped speaking harshly to him.

Cyrus was also surprised by Salazar's appearance. "Father, are you okay after leaving Hogwarts?" Cyrus looked at him with some worry. Salazar nodded, "You should celebrate your daughter. fine."

"Cyrus, this old immortal is so jealous when he sees you using our magic spell." Grindelwald put his arm on Cyrus's shoulder and pointed at Salazar and laughed, and blue veins popped up on Salazar's forehead, "That's Your spell is too simple, Cyrus can just use it casually."

"Okay, okay, what Cyrus uses is her own choice after all." I don't know if Dumbledore is trying to break up the fight or add to the anger.

"Father, Uncle Aberforth, have you eaten? I will do a trick for you tonight. I learned it from Mrs. Weasley earlier."

Dumbledore touched Cyrus's head lovingly, "It's so touching, my child." Grindelwald hugged Cyrus and said happily, "As expected of my Grindelwald's daughter." Salazar The stern face also became gentle, "Yeah." Aberforth also patted her generously, "Much better than your useless dad!"

Snape, who was squeezed into the corner, snorted coldly. Cyrus's first meal was cooked for him alone.

A few people were eating on the second floor of the Pig Head Bar, and everyone was very satisfied. Salazar and Grindelwald never dealt with each other, but soon they began to bicker, and Aberforth also joined in. Snape was extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't leave without Cyrus.

Dumbledore looked at them smiling and drinking red wine. Cyrus said from the side: "Father, during the time when I went to live with the Weasley family, I gradually understood why you care so much about your family. They are not perfect and will quarrel. , there will be arguments, but it’s so warm when we get together to eat.”

Cyrus's hand under the table tightly held Snape beside him, "Thank you, I also have a family."

The second test will be conducted in a month. Because Harry's training results are good, Cyrus asked him to take a good rest and let him figure out the clues to the golden egg.

Recently, Cyrus has been studying improved magic spells with Salazar, and often runs to Snape to get the magic potion with bruises all over his body. Snape's face twitched and he looked at the bloody man who had appeared at the door of his office countless times late at night.

"Who would have thought that Miss Cyrus, who could easily decapitate a giant dragon, would be so embarrassed by herself...more than once."

Cyrus scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sir, don't be stingy. I'll help you brew the potion if you have nothing else to do."

"Stop talking nonsense, come in quickly!"

Cyrus lay obediently on Snape's bed, and the two of them were used to this kind of operation. Snape saw that Cyrus's injuries were not serious, and the wounds were becoming less and less these few times, "Is it almost successful?"

Cyrus nodded, "It's going well. Salazar gave me a lot of advice. How did you know, sir?"

Cyrus sat up and looked at Snape who was applying medicine to his thigh. "It's great that the dean actually leaned over and helped me apply the medicine."

Snape's wand floated up and hit Cyrus on the head, "Stop talking and drink the blood replenisher. You can tell by looking at the injuries on your body." Cyrus took a few sips of the potion and said, "Sev Les is so nice to me, but still so awkward... Oh, stop knocking."

"Okay, you can rest for a while." Snape put down the ointment, and Cyrus crawled towards him on the bed. "Sir, don't you check if I'm injured elsewhere?" She pointed to the thin shirt on her body. Nap turned his face away and said, "There is no smell of blood anymore. Stop making trouble."

Cyrus stood up and lay on Snape, "Severus is shy. He obviously saw it before when he treated me."

Feeling the girl's softness, Snape blushed, "That was a last resort..." Cyrus rested his chin on the man's shoulder, tilted his head forward and kissed the base of his red ear. "Obviously I'm shy."

Cyrus's head was held down by Snape. He turned his head and met the girl's lips, asking for revenge. He didn't let go until he felt the girl's breathing was short, and licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, "Why is Miss Cyrus so speechless now, huh?"

Cyrus' face flushed and he looked at Snape with a smirk. Why did this man only show expression when he was bullying him? He climbed into the man's arms and untied the black clothes that tightly bound him, regardless of his restraint. The cold fingertips traveled along the lower jaw to Snape's shoulder, and bit down on Snape's graceful collarbone.

Snape frowned tightly, his face flushed even more, and the impulse and desire in his eyes were almost overflowing but he was still suppressing it.

"Let you bully me." Cyrus smiled, then felt his waist tighten and his body fell downwards. Snape leaned forward and held Cyrus's waist to control her from falling down. Cyrus' head was forced to tilt up, exposing her white neck and collarbone. Snape's heavy breathing hit her neck and moved to her shoulders. The force of the gentle kiss gradually became heavier, and a few blushes appeared on the fair skin. "Um...sir." The force on the shoulder increased, "What did you call me?"

"Severus..."

The two of them breathed heavier, "Cyrus." Snape called Cyrus's name. The girl hooked Snape's neck and raised her body. The two kissed again, long and full of passion. Cyrus clamped his legs around Snape's waist and felt the wand under him. He moved away from his lips and leaned against Snape's chest to catch his breath. "It seems that I need to read some books related to it to popularize it."

Cyrus's joke gradually calmed down the restless hearts of the two. Snape rested his forehead on Cyrus' shoulder, and the hand on his waist slightly moved her away from his waist. Cyrus raised his head and pinched Snape's cheek, "Say my name again, Severus."

"Cyrus."

"Call again."

"Cyrus..."

"Keep calling... oh... no more. As expected of the name given by Mr., it sounds so nice."

Cyrus had never been in the prefect's bathroom. Kate wouldn't have had any objection if he had used it before. He was also the chief. However, Cyrus felt that taking a bath was just a matter of cleaning up. Bathing took too long and was too troublesome. Recently, she has been studying magic spells every night, and she is exhausted. Bubbles can relieve her fatigue.

I have to say that the prefect's bathroom is really luxurious, with all the equipment made of white marble. The rectangular bathtub is as big as a swimming pool and sinks into the ground. There are hundreds of faucets inlaid with various gemstones lined up on the edge of the bath, each with a different taste and color of shower gel. Snow-white linen curtains hung on the windows, and a pile of fluffy towels lay in the corner. A picture of a colorful golden mermaid in a gilded picture frame hangs on the wall.

There are so many faucets, how do I know which one is which... Cyrus opened each one and tried it. Colorful bubbles soon appeared in the bathroom, and she chose a light-smelling shower gel, which was the same as the Blue Wind Chime shower gel she used. , start draining water again. The whole person sank into the pool, which had thoughtful magic cushions and backrests.

Cyrus took out the golden egg. A stream of water in the pool wrapped the golden egg in the air, and then the melodious singing of the mermaid came out. "It seems that it is quite good to use as a gramophone." Listening to the singing, the warm and fragrant water made her relax, close her eyes, and start humming along.

Feeling a cool breeze, Cyrus opened his eyes and saw Cedric in a daze at the door. "Ah, sorry, sorry. I thought there was no one at first, but when I walked in and heard the singing from the golden egg... I was stunned." Cedric turned his back to Cyrus and explained anxiously, and Cyrus took the golden egg back. Ring, "It's okay, you didn't mean it."

Get up, pick up a towel, wipe your body, and get dressed.

"I'm so sorry, I heard the secret of the golden egg..." Cedric still had his back to Cyrus, his ears red. Cyrus patted him on the shoulder to indicate that he had put on his clothes. He turned around this time but still turned his head away from looking into Cyrus's eyes. Cyrus saw the golden egg in his hand, "Even if you didn't hear it just now, you will find it sooner or later. I'm leaving first."

"Cyrus, have you decided who to invite as your partner to the ball?"

Cyrus then remembered that as a warrior, she must invite a dance partner, which stumped her. Her relationship with her husband would be very dangerous if Voldemort knew about it, but the dance partner cannot just invite anyone else...

"I forgot about it, but the boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge. I will most likely invite Hermione to dance with me."

Cedric smiled gently, "Yeah. If neither of us finds a dance partner by then, maybe we can work together temporarily." Cyrus frowned slightly, "Don't worry about me."

Cyrus left the bathroom feeling melancholy. In her memory, Hermione was also invited by Krum, and her first thought was to dance with Mr. But it couldn't be realized. My second idea was to dance with Sean. It would be okay to dance with myself. But there is no curse of the clone, and the second test will also take the warrior's dance partner as a hostage. Is Cyrus going to put on a show of saving himself?

Inviting Salazar and the others seems a bit against the rules. How could a mermaid dare to tie up these three bosses? As he was walking, he was stopped by Krum, "Cyrus, congratulations on winning your first game. I haven't congratulated you yet. I didn't expect you to be so strong."

"Thank you, Krum. You're not too bad either."

"Um, Cyrus, is Miss Hermione Granger your good friend? I've never been able to talk to her. Do you know she was invited?"

Cyrus was slightly stunned. Krum hadn't invited Hermione yet, so couldn't he invite her first? But it didn't seem very good...

"Probably not yet. Go and invite her quickly, so as not to be overtaken by others."

Hermione and Ron didn't like each other, so why didn't Ron invite her? It's so troublesome, I don't want to do it anymore. Cyrus was about to ask Dumbledore if there was any magic spell that could make people clone themselves, but his thoughts kept being interrupted along the way. They all came to invite Cyrus as their dance partner, but Cyrus also refused on the grounds that he had already found a dance partner.

"Father, help me quickly. Teach me a magic spell that can make people clone themselves!" Cyrus was lying on the desk in the principal's office, and Fox stood on her head and stepped on her head. She grabbed Fox by the neck, "Otherwise, I'll put a transformation spell on Fox... No, this guy can't peck me to death at the dance."

After being caught by Cyrus, Fawkes immediately disapparated and fled, appearing again on Dumbledore's shoulder with a complaint.

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus with a smile, "My child, I'm sorry, I can't help you. Maybe you can invite Professor Snape, which may surprise others, but I don't think you two care."

Cyrus waved his hand, "You always ask questions knowingly. If Voldemort was deaf and blind, you might be able to hide it from him. Even if you cast the transformation spell on Mr., it's not foolproof." Cyrus almost fell down on the table, silent. He raised his head after a moment and said, "I understand! Father, I'll go find Gellert first."

"Father, help me! Vader is very busy in Durmstrang recently. Can you ask her to use the transformation spell to be my dance partner?" Cyrus lay on Grindelwald's desk again, Green DeVoe patted her head, "I'm not at school, so she handles all the big and small things. She may not be able to spare the time. Hahaha, there are so many handsome guys in Durmstrang, you pick one."

Cyrus buried his face on the table and rolled around, "I don't want to pick just one, as a dance partner will be misunderstood..."

"Father...save me." Cyrus lay on the floor of the secret room, unable to get up no matter what. Salazar put one hand on his forehead, wondering when his daughter became like this.

Cyrus called out the fang, and the fang rubbed Cyrus intimately, rolled her up and put her on his body. "Can I turn my fangs into a human being?" Salazar looked at her helplessly,

"If you don't mind spending a lot of magic power to maintain it, and it can only talk to you through snake language...and it has no legs at all, it will only crawl when it becomes a human."

"Uncle Aberforth, help me!"

Aberforth looked at Cyrus who was lying on the table of the Pig Head Bar with a blank look on his face, "Dance partner? You want me, an old man, to be your dance partner? And I can't dance either..."

Seeing that he did not refuse immediately, Cyrus said, "It's okay! I'll teach you. If it's inconvenient for you to come forward, just turn into Sean." Aberforth smiled, "Little guy, don't tease me. Me. No one will be watching me when I leave the Pig Head Bar. There are so many people in Hogwarts and you can’t find a dance partner of similar age?"