Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Little Barty gradually woke up from his coma, and screams came from all around, making his dizzy brain even more blurry. His eyes gradually saw the figure with his back turned to him. He immediately reacted and wanted to rush forward to kill the girl who insulted her master, but found that his hands, feet and even his neck were bound by magic chains.

Opposite the girl, there were also four or five people chained up. Their faces were pale and they had no wounds on their bodies, but they couldn't stop screaming. The girl hummed a melodious tune, like a devil whispering in her ears. The screams of those people gradually weakened, and they gasped and begged her for mercy, "We are not the messengers of the Lord, really! I was also forced!"

These people were captured by Cyrus on the day of the Quidditch World Cup. Cyrus never had time to take care of them because of the Triwizard Tournament.

Cyrus walked up to the man begging for mercy, and as his fingers spun in the air, the man's soul was constantly being crushed. As if directing the man's screams, the girl smiled and her eyes were scarlet. As if he thought of something, his smile became even brighter, "Just call it Soul Burning. I really lack naming skills."

Then the hands swinging in the air were clenched, and the man's eyes became cloudy and he immediately lost his life. Cyrus rubbed his swollen eyes and looked at the other people, "It's really boring. What should I do with you?"

"Please let me go, I didn't volunteer to be a Death Eater at all! They coerced me, please!" Several people begged Cyrus one after another. The feeling of tearing and burning souls just now made them angry. Better to die.

"Shut up! Disgusting things! The master has given you the supreme honor, but now you are betraying him! You clearly have freedom but you don't look for the master, and now you are begging for mercy like a dog!" Little Barty opposite said fiercely. Looking at the few people, he wanted to bite them all to death.

"You! What qualifications do you have to criticize us? Barty Crouch Jr., I know you. You were imprisoned in Azkaban a long time ago, and you will be caught if you escape now!"

The dark dungeon became chaotic and noisy, and all kinds of vicious words made Cyrus frown slightly. Just when a man was still cursing and begging for mercy, he felt a warmth in his throat, and his eyes gradually moved from the girl's scarlet eyes to the ground.

His head rolled down to the girl's feet and was burned away by a ball of blue flames. The flames climbed up the man's body. After a while, only a cloud of ashes was left behind the man's body.

The remaining two people's faces were ashen and their whole bodies were trembling. The girl raised her index finger to make a silencing gesture. Her face was calm, but her eyes were flashing with sharp edges, "I still prefer silence."

"I...I was wrong...please, I beg you..." One of the women stammered and was still begging for mercy. Her trembling lips suddenly opened uncontrollably. As her body trembled violently, her eyes opened. Overflowing with tears. Tears fell together with the blood in his mouth, and then a piece of soft flesh fell together.

"Don't all Death Eaters understand people?" Cyrus turned to look at Barty Jr.,

"Bah! They don't deserve it!" Cyrus slowly approached little Barty, "You are one of the first to join the Death Eaters. Let me guess... a father who disregards everything for his official position, a frail and incompetent mother, how do you feel? You didn't receive any love from your family or parents, but you inherited the name of your father, whom you hated. You had excellent grades, maybe it was to please your father at the beginning?

But how could poor little Barty attract the attention of the Director of the Ministry of Magic, who was at the height of his power? You begin to despair of him, deny his identity as a father, and begin to hate him. At this time, a person who is strong and rational and shows full care and respect for you appears. You gain recognition from him that you never had, and you are determined to follow him to your death.

He has many followers but only reveals his past to you. You find that you have the same experience. You felt very honored after killing your father. Now you have killed the hateful relatives with your own hands just like him. You regard him as your father and think that you are closer than your own son in his eyes. . ...What a loyal and pitiful loser dog. "

A mouthful of blood-smelling saliva was spat at Cyrus. It was blocked by the protective barrier in front of her, and a strong wind scratched his chest. Little Barty laughed crazily, "Hahahaha! I am the master's forever loyal subordinate. Sooner or later he will destroy you, a defective product. Heir of Slytherin? How ridiculous. Only the master deserves such a title. When the master catches you, he will gouge out your eyes as decorations!"

"Defective... what a novel description, Mr. Crouch. Conquered by Voldemort's bloodthirsty cruelty, what you pursue in your heart is violence, abuse and blood. It is really an ultimate combination of sadism and masochism. ." The girl was smiling, her eyes were evil and treacherous, her lips were stained red by the splattered blood, and her pale face looked a bit ghostly.

"The end of life is not death, but forgetfulness. What will happen if Mr. Crouch forgets or even hates the most important person in his life? Your brain will be closed under the double torture of body and soul. How long can the technique last?"

The girl's hand lifted Little Barty's chin, her scarlet eyes close, "The loyal hound rips out the master's throat. It's really exciting."

"Master, Principal Dumbledore is here. Waiting for you in the hall." Cool appeared in the dungeon, turning a deaf ear to the bloody scenes nearby and Barty's painful screams. Cyrus threw away the tissue he was wiping his hands with, "Thanks, Kull. I'll go clean it first and be there right away."

Dumbledore sat on the sofa in the hall and looked at the surrounding buildings, "It really looks like Mr. Slytherin, haha."

"Father, how is Professor Moody?" Cyrus came over after changing his clothes and cleaning himself. "He is fine. I originally wanted him to rest. But he couldn't bear his temper and continued to help the students the next day. Class. I heard the general story from Alastor, thank you, Cyrus. I didn’t expect that Barty Crouch Jr. actually deceived me."

Cyrus sat on the sofa while Kuhl brought refreshments to the two of them. "I want to apologize to you and Professor Moody. If Barty Jr. hadn't been too aggressive in the second test, I wouldn't have revealed his identity so quickly."

The deep blue under Dumbledore's glasses said slowly: "Cyrus... you are so smart. What you expected even surpassed mine. Voldemort's resurrection is indeed inevitable, but I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"Don't worry, father, just leave it to me. We all need him to be resurrected so that we can really kill him. Barty Jr. plays a great role. Originally, I just wanted to pretend that I didn't know and let him successfully interfere with the game. But now continue Leaving him alone would only endanger the lives of other students."

"Professor Moody is cautious and suspicious. He always checks the competition props personally... It seems that he has taken advantage of the loophole. How are you going to deal with him?"

Cyrus pointed at his head and drew a circle, "Just a little trick on his brain." Dumbledore frowned and looked at Cyrus's nonchalant look, "You are considering whether to stop me. Really? Or do you see the Gellert of old again in your eyes?"

Cyrus sipped the tea lightly, "I said, the bottom line you dare not cross is nothing to me. Now I have come up with a better plan, which is more useful to my loyal little Barty than a dead body. It just takes a little more effort. Maybe I am indeed more like Gellert and Salazar...and you don't have to be afraid that I will become like Voldemort."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, with a solemn expression on his face, "Voldemort needs the blood of his enemies to resurrect. Only by taking Harry can we protect him. So in the end, are you going to take him?"

In fact, Voldemort can be resurrected with the enemy's blood. The reason why Harry's blood must be used is because Harry is also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. The two people's blood merged so that Harry would not be killed by Voldemort before Voldemort's soul disappeared from Harry's body.

Dumbledore had long known that Harry was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes after he knew that Harry often had nightmares and could speak snakes. It's just that she never mentioned it to anyone. Although she didn't know how Cyrus knew it, Cyrus had destroyed the first few Horcruxes himself. Perhaps her eyesight had already revealed the secret of Harry.

"Harry is no longer needed."

Cyrus's calm words caused an uproar in Dumbledore's heart. Dumbledore was silent for a long time, his tone hoarse and pale, "It seems that you have already decided... Cyrus, your past will be darker and heavier, resulting in The impact on Harry will be much more serious than that on Harry, plus you..."

"In addition, I am very similar to him? I have noticed changes in myself. I am more bloodthirsty than before, and sometimes I have an uncontrollable desire to kill. Although I don't have much time, I will be fine. Please also ask father Don’t tell sir and Gellert and the others.”

Cyrus transferred Harry's soul to her body when she was practicing spells with him. She had promised Sirius to keep Harry out of danger, and she also needed to be Voldemort's Horcrux to restrain him. "At least you are relatively safe this way. Voldemort will not threaten your life if he finds out." Dumbledore comforted Cyrus, more like comforting himself.

Cyrus smiled gently, "Of course, how could I die so easily."

Little Barty has been stuck in a fantasy world these days, with countless past memories and unfamiliar scenes being broken up and reorganized in his mind. Sometimes he wanders in the dark and lightless void, sometimes he studies in Hogwarts, and sometimes he wipes his wounds in the cold iron cage.

He gradually forgot who he was and where he was. Only a strong thought in his heart kept him struggling. He wanted to find his master. His master, the master who had given him supreme glory and strength. Where is the master now, what does the master look like, and why have I forgotten these important things.

He once offered his eternal loyalty to a person, but he regarded it as nothing, severely trampled on his dignity, and denied his existence. Betrayed and betrayed, he was cruelly imprisoned in Azkaban. Just when he was full of despair and malice towards the world, he was saved by a man. She rescued him from the cold prison, cared for him, and loved him.

After enjoying a moment of warmth, little Barty suddenly fell into a nightmare again. The person who had trampled on him appeared again. He was cast under the Imperius Curse and had to obey his orders. In front of the person he hated and hated, he was forced to show his loyalty and kiss the hem of his robe.

Little Barty has only one impulse: he wants to find his true master. Then he gradually fell into darkness. He didn't know how long he had been wandering here, and his longing and obsession for that figure became more and more intense. A familiar and warm magic surrounded him, and a soft voice sounded in his ears, "Who are you?"

Little Barty said vaguely, "Barty Crouch..."

"Who is your master?"

"Master...my master, I can't remember...I want to find her, my master."

"Who is Voldemort?"

"He deserves to die... he is my lifelong enemy, I hate him... He forced me to surrender, but my loyalty will always belong to my true master." A pair of slender hands gently held little Barty's cheeks, a gentle voice As if it had the power to soothe people's hearts, the severe pain that had been ravaging little Barty's body and mind all day seemed to be healed, "Barty, you are finally back."

The figure gradually became clear in Little Barty's confused eyes, and the girl's figure gradually overlapped with the memory. Little Barty's eyes were moist, trembling and excited, "Master...man, Master! I remembered, my beloved and respected master... Sailer S.Slytherin.”

Cyrus hugged little Barty, who was trembling in front of him, and gently stroked the back of his head, "Well, thank you for your hard work. The side effects of the Imperius Curse used by Voldemort on you were too great, making you forget about me. I still I thought I would lose you forever."

Little Barty hugged the girl in front of him tightly, "You saved me again." Cyrus patted the man, stood up and looked at Little Barty condescendingly, "Come here and prove your loyalty to me."

Then a circle of faint blue fire surrounded her. Little Barty fell down from the hospital bed in embarrassment, regardless of the pain all over his body. He limped into the flame barrier and came to Cyrus intact, kneeling on one knee with hot and innocent eyes.

"I am Barty Crouch, and I offer you my eternal loyalty. You, Lord Cyrus Slytherin, are my only master." Little Barty took Cyrus's hand and placed it on his head He lowered his head and said piously: "I am your loyal hound."

Cyrus looked at Little Barty with satisfaction. Although it took a lot of effort, he set up various illusions day and night to break Little Barty's Occlumency, and he had to control the intensity to prevent him from completely turning into a madman. For this purpose, Cyrus spent a lot of time and magic power, as well as the potion of confusing thinking, but judging from the results, it was well worth it.

"Barty, you've had a hard time with Voldemort. I'm sorry for forcing you to go undercover under the person you hate the most." Cyrus stroked the man's head, and the gentle and warm touch excited little Barty. Every time Praise from his master will make him feel happy.

"Master's order is not a hard one. This is my honor."

"Okay, let's rest first. Recuperate your injuries." Cyrus retracted his hand and looked at little Barty's sad and expectant eyes. Cyrus touched his smooth short yellow hair again, and his lonely eyes immediately became happy and enjoyable. This is...a golden retriever?

In order to stabilize little Barty's chaotic brain these days, Cyrus has been telling him about the events of the past few years. Of course, she also told him about her past. Little Barty behaved well and obediently. After learning about Cyrus's past, she looked at her with more firm admiration, "Master, I will not let others hurt you again."

Cyrus couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Could it be that little Barty was as obedient as a loyal dog when he was around Voldemort? I've checked his brain, and now he only has hatred and murderous intentions for Voldemort. Could it be that I did something wrong and directly changed his personality?

Isn't Barty Crouch Jr. supposed to be a mad dog? Why is he so well-behaved and not at all ferocious at all? After little Barty was pushed back to the ward to rest by Cyrus, "Kool, ask your husband to come tomorrow and observe your former colleagues."