Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus was reading books quietly in the study room, and little Barty stood aside. Ever since he regained consciousness, he had made sure to stay with Cyrus throughout the day, regardless of his injuries.

The door was opened, and Snape walked in with a gloomy look on his face, pointing his wand directly at Cyrus. A magic spell was issued, and Cyrus looked through the books gracefully as if he didn't see it.

A figure stood in front of her. Regardless of the injury caused by the curse, little Barty picked up the wand and pointed it at Snape and fired the curse without hesitation. "Severus Snape! You, Voldemort's lackey, how did you find this place?!"

Little Barty had a sinister look on his face. His master was in danger. He became irritable and crazy. "Master, let me deal with this person!" The two started a fierce battle. Little Barty was strong enough to strike fiercely. The green light The dizziness brewed between the wands. A soft voice stopped Barty, "Stop."

After receiving the instruction, little Barty looked at Snape fiercely but still put away his wand obediently and still stood in front of Cyrus. "Master, he has always been Voldemort's subordinate!" Cyrus waved to him. , "Come here, Barty."

Little Barty came to Cyrus and knelt down on one knee, "Severus, like you, has been doing things for me. I trust him." Although her tone was calm, she had an innate dignity. Make it impossible to disobey. She gently stroked little Barty's head, "Forgive me for being cautious, you have been with Voldemort for too long, and I'm afraid that his influence on you still exists. I don't want to lose you again, Barty."

Little Barty looked up at Cyrus firmly, "My master, I will always be by your side to protect you. No one can shake my loyalty to you." Cyrus showed a gentle smile, "It's really reliable. answer."

After receiving Snape's look, he said to Barty Jr., "Barty, I have something to talk to Severus about. You can go out for a while." Barty Jr.'s eyes immediately changed when he looked at Snape. I hate jealousy, because he is obviously the most loyal servant of his master. He knocked Snape away and left the study.

"How's it going? Is there anything unusual about him, sir?" Cyrus sat back in his chair, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, and immediately relaxed. Snape frowned and stared at Cyrus, "How did Miss Cyrus achieve such an effect? ​​If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing wrong with my eyes, I would have thought that the person he knelt down just now was a mysterious person."

Cyrus nodded with satisfaction, "It took a lot of effort. For a person like him who is extremely obsessed and loyal to a person, it is difficult to eliminate that person's existence. But as long as he is on the verge of collapse, he can cleverly Switch, no longer continue to suggest and hypnotize with potions, the master he worships will be exchanged with me, the existence that hates me so much that I want to kill him immediately.

Perhaps this method is only effective for him. His obsession with Voldemort is simply terrifying to the point of perversion. Maybe Bella can do it too, but she doesn't have Barty Jr.'s excellent abilities. She's a complete lunatic and not worth what I do. "

"Then are you going to let him go back to that person?"

Cyrus rubbed his chin, "I need to let Voldemort know that Barty Jr.'s mission is going well. But the risk for him to go back is too great. If he wakes up in the middle, all my abilities will be known to Voldemort. Although he passed the fire shield Although you are going through a personal test, you cannot guarantee that you will still be absolutely loyal to me in the future. This needs to be carefully considered."

Cyrus paused, "Does this guy look so honest and courteous in front of Voldemort? The contrast is really huge."

Snape cleared his throat, seemingly helpless at Cyrus's description, "The two most supportive supporters of You-Know-Who among the Death Eaters are him and Bella Lestrange, who are almost crazy about their master. He is jealous and disgusted with the attitude of others approaching the mysterious person, and may even take revenge in private."

Cyrus tilted his head and winked at Snape, "Don't worry, I won't let him hurt sir." Snape flicked her forehead, "Miss Cyrus is really charming, and there is another one around her." A loyal dog.”

"You are a special being. I am yours and you are mine." Cyrus took Snape's hand and kissed the back of his hand. The wand struck Cyrus on the forehead again, "I don't know where I learned these things all day long. When the things are done, go back to school. The third game will start soon!"

"Okay."

Barty Jr. had always contacted Voldemort on his own initiative, and their contact was infrequent. Voldemort's order to him was just to try to bring Harry and Cyrus to him. The important thing was Harry. Voldemort was not particularly obsessed with Cyrus's life and death. It seemed that it would be better to let Barty Jr. take the opportunity to kill her. It seemed that he just had a good impression of Barty Little.

Professor Moody returned to the Order of the Phoenix to recuperate under Dumbledore's persuasion and persistence, and Barty Jr. continued to act as Moody. Cyrus also returned to Hogwarts, but Cyrus' return made Madam Maxime feel complicated.

Cyrus' strength would undoubtedly make her the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, but she saved her student in the second test. The attitude of Furong and others towards her also improved a lot.

"The third test is in the Forbidden Forest?"

Cyrus looked at the mysterious Harry. He looked around and said softly: "Hagrid was recently ordered by Principal Dumbledore to set up a fence for the Forbidden Forest. We all saw it. And I heard that the next competition is You just came back for the team competition, I’m afraid you don’t know.”

Cyrus thanked him, "Thank you Harry, but in the Forbidden Forest..."

Harry also became melancholy, "Yes, the Forbidden Forest is simply more dangerous than the Black Lake. I don't know what they think."

What Cyrus was actually thinking was that the Forbidden Forest is just like his own back garden. Cyrus patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Then we are teammates fighting side by side. Let's work hard together. That night your name is Cedri Let’s practice together in the Room of Requirement.”

Harry trembled, "Um, Cyrus... do you mean we still need to continue to practice dueling?" Cyrus said matter-of-factly, "Otherwise, it will not be easy to survive in the Forbidden Forest with your strength. , Cedric probably has no combat experience.”

"Cedric, you are very talented in transfiguration. You can ask Professor McGonagall for more advice. She is much more proficient in using transfiguration in battle than you are. When you decide to turn the chair into a beast, it will be early. He was defeated by the enemy. Harry, do you only use Expelliarmus? Although it is the most skilled spell, the method is too simple. Why can't the Armor Protection Charm be cast silently?"

Cyrus stood beside the two people who collapsed on the ground. Harry already looked desperate. Cyrus was even harsher on them when he came back. Such a Spartan education was simply Harry's nightmare. Cedric persisted and couldn't help but joke to Harry during the break, "I didn't expect Professor Slytherin to be so strict."

Harry had always disliked Cedric, especially after he invited Cho Chang to the Yule Ball. But Cedric has always been kind to others, and he told himself the secret of the second golden egg. And because the two of them survived Cyrus' torture together, Harry became kinder to him.

"Cedric, did Professor McGonagall teach you the Animagus?" Cyrus remembered that he might have learned the Animagus with excellent grades. Cedric smiled awkwardly and said, "Ah, I haven't fully learned it yet... Cyrus, have you mastered it?"

Cyrus shook his head, "The Animagus is of little use and consumes a lot of time. It can only transform into one animal. It is too restrictive."

Moreover, the Animagus form of most wizards is consistent with the Patronus. Cyrus cannot use the Patronus spell, and she does not want to become an unknown creature.

"There is a high probability that you will fight various beasts during the test in the Forbidden Forest, and group battles do not rule out the possibility of encounters with other colleges. Time is very tight, so you must be mentally prepared. Beauxbatons students are good at hypnotic spells , and Durmstrang's students are good at dueling, we don't have any advantage in this competition...but the fighting instinct is cultivated time and time again between life and death." Then a dagger appeared in Cyrus's hand, and Harry was skilled He stood up and moved away from her, while Cedric was still on the ground in a daze.

Harry, with a bruised face, was applying medicine to Cedric, who was also bruised. There was a very shallow blood mark on Cedric's neck, which was Cyrus' punishment for his gentle treatment of his enemies.

Cedric was still in the shock of surviving a dangerous situation, and his face was extremely pale. As a senior, Harry patted his shoulder and said, "Just get used to it."

Cyrus stood up and prepared to leave, "After that, you two will fight every night, and the loser will have a duel with me. Oh, by the way, before the game starts, I will attack you two indiscriminately, maybe while eating, maybe It’s when you’re sleeping. The environment in the Forbidden Forest is complex, and if you’re not alert at all times, you can easily be attacked by others. Just like what Professor Moody said, always stay vigilant!”

Harry and Cedric clearly heard each other swallowing saliva, and they looked at each other, as if planning to escape from Hogwarts. When he was stunned, two knives sank into the ground and stuck close to the legs of Harry and Cedric. "Always be vigilant." Cyrus dropped these words, looked at the bloodless faces of the two men, and lightly said He laughed and left.

When Cyrus came to the lake in the Forbidden Forest, he didn't expect that a plate of food had been placed next to the stone tablet. When Moody saw Cyrus appearing, he immediately stood up and saluted her. Cyrus frowned and his face darkened, "Why are you here?"

Little Barty looked at the stone monument with sad eyes, "I want to come over and see the most important person in the master's heart..." Seeing that little Barty hesitated to speak, Cyrus sat next to the stone monument and motioned for him to sit down.

"Are you jealous? Then why do you have to prepare food for him?" Little Barty clenched his fists. "I just want to reduce the burden on the master. I can do these little things."

Cyrus looked at the flesh and blood on the plate, picked up a small piece and put it into his mouth. His wrist was grabbed tightly, and Little Barty looked panicked and even asked, "Master, don't eat!" Cyrus narrowed his eyes slightly, and Little Barty immediately felt the burning from his soul, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. , but held her wrist tightly. Little Barty didn't let go until Cyrus put his hand down.

The burning sensation subsided, and little Barty fell to the ground gasping in pain. "I'm sorry, Master! I couldn't control myself. When I thought that it wasn't me who was by your side before, I couldn't help but... put poison in it. Please punish me."

"So sooner or later, my loyal hound will strangle everyone around me one by one?" Cyrus's eyes suddenly turned cold, with a cold and ruthless chill. Little Barty knelt on the ground, "Master! I'm sorry, I'm willing to be punished!"

Cyrus raised his lips slightly, and a dagger appeared in his hand. There was a cold and sharp touch on Little Barty's neck, and as the sharp blade moved downward, a long and narrow wound extended from his neck to his chest.

"Be punished? Are you willing to die for me?" Cyrus' tone was cold and cold, his eyes gradually turning scarlet. Facing that scarlet little Barty, his eyes were bright and he opened his chest, "I am willing to do anything for my master!"

The dagger pierced his chest like a cold light, and a trace of bright red blood flew out. Little Barty was immersed in the warm pain, and his eyes were lost in the girl's bloodthirsty smile. Just as his body gradually became cold and numb, the warm magic wrapped him up, and the wound on his chest stopped, leaving a hideous scar.

"As a dog, you must obey your master's orders. Don't do what you shouldn't do. Do you understand?"

The girl's cold fingers touched little Barty's chest where the bleeding had stopped, and with a slight pressure, the tingling sensation swept through the whole body again. Little Barty gasped, cold sweat flowing from the corners of his grinning mouth, "I know...Master."

He retracted the dagger, gently wiped the wound for little Barty, and said in a gentle tone, "Disobedient puppy, do you like the mark I gave you?" Little Barty's body was visibly trembling, his body temperature rose, he felt hot all over, and his eyes were wide open. Light.

The excitement caused the voice to become high-pitched, "I like it! I like it!!"

The cold hands went up to his neck, and Little Barty's breath was stagnant. The girl looked at him with a gentle face, "If there is another time, you will have no chance to be happy with the mark again."

Little Barty was lying on the ground on all fours, coughing and panting constantly, his chest heaving violently and blood overflowing from his wounds. He looked at the figure sitting next to the stone monument with burning eyes, "The only purpose of my existence is to please you."