Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"Firenze, thank you. But you can drop me off nearby. Don't Ronan and the others mind if you do this?"

Cyrus sat on Firenze's back, and the two of them were running towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. "It's okay, but Cyrus, is it okay for you to go over? If they are in danger, they will send off red fireworks."

Cyrus looked around at the quiet surroundings. The two had been running in the third area of ​​the Forbidden Forest for a long time, but they still didn't see Durmstrang's people. No matter how eager they were to hunt dangerous creatures, they should not leave the competition area.

Why didn't they go to the safe area to rest, and Dumbledore and the others didn't notice? Is it because the golden snitch no longer monitors the warriors' every move with the arrival of night?

Cyrus was a little distressed that they were now on the edge of the fourth area and the final mark was outside the playing area. The Forbidden Forest is within the confines of Hogwarts, so Apparition doesn't work at all. There's nothing they can do if they want to go to an unknown location.

Not meeting any professors along the way, Firenze blew a loud whistle into the sky, "This is the way I connect with them. No matter how far away I am, I can't send you there. It's faster to ride on Ye Qi." "

Then several Yeqi flew from a distance, and Cyrus patted the centaur again, "Then why didn't you use it just now?"

"Ronan has always warned me not to get too involved in wizarding matters, but you are all my friends..." Cyrus sighed, "Thank you, Firenze."

The view from the air is undoubtedly the best. Cyrus looked around the Forbidden Forest and spotted a fire in the distance. There was actually a group of people camping deep in the Forbidden Forest. They landed on a hillside and looked down.

There are many cages next to the bonfire, and various magical creatures are imprisoned in them, with more or less wounds on their bodies. Two men were sitting by the campfire drinking, with light coming from the cracks in the tent behind them.

"Poachers."

The cold words came out, and Cyrus stared at the tent expressionlessly, his scarlet eyes seemed to be burning with fire. Krum's final location was not far away. Cyrus jumped right off the hill.

The men who were drinking happily were frightened by the girl who landed from the air. Before they could figure out what was going on, their eyes suddenly lost their energy and fell to the ground. The blue fire engulfed them, and the surrounding beasts were frightened and kept roaring, but after seeing the girl's murderous eyes, they all curled up and trembled.

Cyrus stood there, looking at the tent that was overflowing with light, and lowered his hand ready to launch fireworks into the sky.

Krum felt severe pain all over his body, his limbs were tied with ropes, and his two teammates also fell to the ground. He sat up despite the severe pain, but bumped into a low cage, and the roars of wild beasts continued to be heard from all around. The clothes on his body were torn off, and his wand and all weapons were gone.

Several men were sitting around the table playing cards and drinking. "Hey! Who are you?! Let us go!" Krum and the others roared, but the ropes and chains restrained him tightly.

A man walked into the cage and kicked on the cage, "Shut up, a few idiots showed up here. Haha, just in time, we are short of manpower to fight those beasts! Seeing that you are good at it, maybe we can fight a few times." "

Krum's vague memory gradually became clearer. In order to make up for the scores in the previous two games, they went deep into the Forbidden Forest to search for beasts. All three were injured and lost their way. The compass was also damaged in the battle.

Then they saw a group of people hunting wild beasts. They were discovered by those people before they left. When the three of them wanted to launch fireworks for help, they were attacked by those people. They took the wands and knocked them to the ground.

"We are students from Durmstrang! Sooner or later the school will find out that we are missing!" Krum's two teammates also woke up.

"By the time they find out, we will have already left. Student? This lady is quite handsome if you look closely..."

The man approached the cage and looked at Karen. Karen was shaking all over, her clothes were also stripped off, and she hid behind Klum and Alex.

"Get out of here!" The man opened the cage and kicked Krum away, punched Felix in the face, and dragged Karen out by the chains that bound her. Karen screamed for help from Klum and the two, but was slapped in the face by the man.

Krum and Alex pulled on the chains and kept roaring, but they were punched and kicked by the next few men. Karen was dragged all the way into a hut, and no matter how hard she struggled, it was to no avail.

The door of the hut was closed, and Karen's screams became more desperate and desolate, and gradually disappeared.

The door opened, and Krum and the two shouted in that direction: "Karen! How are you! Damn it, that beast!"

The person who walked out of the room was a girl covered in blood. She was holding an iron chain in her hand, and the iron chain made a metallic collision sound when it touched the ground.

Gradually, a man whose chest was thrown away and his body was covered in blood was tied with iron chains and dragged behind her. A melodious chant like the death song sounded in the quiet space.

"How did you get in! Who are you?!" Several men at the table threw down their cards and took out their wands, "Speak! Kerry? What, you did it?!"

What answered the men was a burst of girlish laughter. The voice was cold and cold, as sharp as a knife, slicing their hearts. The smell of blood filled the air, and the atmosphere was cold and creepy.

The men were shaking all over and drooling before they even fired the magic spell, and each one collapsed to the ground due to severe pain.

Countless air blades appeared around the cage where Krum was, and the iron chains and cages protected by magic were cut into pieces. The cold voice sounded again, "Get out."

Krum recognized the girl, "Cy, Cyrus? How did you find us? Karen, is she okay?" A powerful demonic pressure visible to the naked eye appeared around Cyrus.

"go out!"

Karen also ran out of the room at this time, holding a pile of clothes and belongings. After looking at Cyrus, he helped the two of them leave the tent.

Several men who had fallen to the ground floated up, and Cyrus walked over to them and sat down. The men were in a daze for a while after the severe pain subsided. They saw the girl in front of them, and then looked at the bloody man dragging under her. Some were afraid and begged for mercy, some were yelling and some were trembling.

All the beasts in the tent were released, and the chains around their necks were connected to the chains around the necks of several men. All the beasts' eyes were red, and they kept biting and tearing at the men.

All the clothes of those men were removed, and they only had a dagger in their hands to defend themselves. The most primitive battle, the fiercest battle of life and death, and the most exciting scenes. The dagger pierced the flesh and brought out a large stream of blood, the sharp claws broke through the chest and internal organs and slid out, the fangs tore through the throat and chewed the flesh, the beast roared heavily, and the man screamed and begged for mercy.

The girl sat on the high platform with her legs crossed and her chin lazily supported with one hand. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her eyebrows were smiling, but what enveloped her was an endless chill.

The man's scream gradually disappeared, but the beast was still restless, and looked at Cyrus with its scarlet eyes.

"You have been intoxicated with stimulants all year round and your body is mutilated. Even if you get out, you won't survive long."

The beasts rushed towards Cyrus one after another, and a magic power emerged from her body like a fire burning and devouring their vulnerable souls. The moment the girl stood up, all the beasts lost their life and fell to the ground.

"Maybe it would be better to end this painful life."

Silently looking at the corpses around him, slight knocking sounds came from one room. Cyrus came to the door where the noise came from and used a magic spell to open the door, which was also a prison.

A dirty child was leaning against the wall with his limbs and neck tied, and he was tapping the ground with a stone in his hand. The sound of "Boom, boom, boom." made Cyrus lose his mind for a moment.

The long gray hair is extremely rough, the whole body is thin and made of bones, and the gray pupils hidden between the hair are cloudy and dull. A few blasts of air shattered the chains on the child's body, and Cyrus stepped aside to make way for him.

The child's pupils were still calm, he got up on all fours and staggered out of the prison. He fixed his eyes on the center of the tent, walked slowly to the bodies of the men, picked up the dagger that fell to the ground and stabbed the man's chest hard. Regardless of whether they were still alive, they pulled it out and stabbed it in again and again until the child was completely exhausted and the dagger dropped.

Cyrus was watching from the side, his blue eyes carefully observing the magic working on the child. There is a curse in the blood, is it a blood-cursed orc... But in a few years, he will completely turn into an animal.

The child standing in the center slowly turned his head to look at Cyrus, who also looked at him. The child staggered to Cyrus's side. After a long silence, the child's chapped lips opened and closed.

"Take me anywhere."

Cyrus' pupils trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he picked up the child with one hand.

Krum and others were resting and bandaging outside the tent. They had already sent a distress signal to the sky. The three of them wanted to go in and check on Cyrus, but the screams of men and the strong smell of blood stopped them. Cyrus' figure appeared, holding a 6 or 7-year-old child in his arms, with Cyrus' wizard robe covering the child.

Then a raging fire broke out in the tent behind them. Seeing Cyrus's expression recover, Krum and others asked weakly, "Cyrus, are you okay?" The blood-spattered face was cleaned, and Cyrus revealed With a peaceful smile, "It's okay, how are you?"

Klum raised his gauze-wrapped arm, "I can't die, haha." The three of them looked at the child in Cyrus's arms curiously, "Is this?"

Cyrus looked down and saw that the child was fast asleep. "Ah, I picked it up."

Cyrus took out a few bottles of fatigue potion and wound medicine from the ring and handed them to several people. "The injury looks quite serious, but with the magic potion treatment, minor external injuries will be healed quickly. We will go to the safe area later." , I’ll bring you some pieces of barbecue to eat.”

Krum and others also started chatting and laughing with Cyrus. Karen stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Miss Slytherin, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I would..."

Cyrus patted her shoulder, "Just call me Cyrus, we are all friends." Dumbledore and Grindelwald appeared, and Cyrus told them the general situation. Originally, they wanted the Durmstrang students to end the game early and return to the school infirmary for treatment, but they insisted on staying. In the end, Grindelwald took the three of them back to the safe area of ​​the lake to rest.

Dumbledore and Cyrus were the last to stay. He looked at the child in Cyrus's arms. Cyrus said slowly: "The blood-cursed orcs have been imprisoned by poachers. Those poachers will capture and imprison these Children who are abandoned by people or do not have any family members will become their killing machines to earn bets, and then they will be left to you, father."

Dumbledore said with loving eyes: "It's okay, kid. But I think this kid still wants to be with you, and he must be full of gratitude to you."

Cyrus looked at the sleeping child in his arms, "He said he would let me take him anywhere... Are you grateful? I was just selfish. When I was trapped in a cage, why didn't I dream of a life? I can personally say this. The reason why I saved him is just to satisfy my own regrets."

"Maybe... I'm just saving my past self."

Dumbledore stroked Cyrus' head, his brows that were usually relaxed were furrowed, and his voice was hoarse and low, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Cyrus smiled and said, "It's not your fault. Besides, it's over." Then he patted the child's face and said, "Wake up, I'll throw you away if you go back to sleep."

The child in his arms immediately woke up and clung to Cyrus. Dumbledore smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not a good idea to treat a child like this, Cyrus."

Facing those light gray eyes, Cyrus said in a gentle tone: "This is my father, Principal Dumbledore. You go back with him for treatment and rest. I still have a competition to participate in." But the child held on to Cyrus tightly. Si refused to let go and looked at Dumbledore with alert eyes.

Cyrus sighed, "Forget it, let him go back to the safe area with me first. We have food and medicine for wounds, wait until tomorrow." Then the two of them returned to the safe area with the help of Dumbledore.

"Cyrus! Are you okay? We just saw fireworks in the sky. Krum and the others are back too."

Harry and Cedric looked at Cyrus with worried faces. She was holding the child in her arms and couldn't spare her hands. "Help me heat up the barbecue and prepare some medicine for the wound. It's for the child. I'm fine." .”

This time the two noticed that Cyrus was still holding someone. Harry moved closer to see the child's face but was scratched by him.

"Ah...he is more afraid of strangers?" Cyrus laughed and urged the two of them to stay away.

Furong and others also came to the tent, and seeing how many people were busy, they helped them. Krum and the other wounded were resting in the tent. When they wanted to get up, they were held down by Fleur and others, who treated their wounds roughly.

"It's so peaceful." Cyrus carried the child to the water's edge and cleaned the mud and blood on him. The child was very well-behaved and kept his eyes on Cyrus.

"what's your name?"

The child shook his head,

"So do you have a family?"

Shaking his head again,

"Then what are your plans next? Your enemy is dead and you are free."

The child said without hesitation: "Follow you."

Cyrus gently combed his slightly raised hair, "I won't raise worthless people, what do you know?"

The child's figure gradually changed, turning into a white snow sculpture that landed on Cyrus' shoulders.

"I know you are a blood-cursed orc. This is a natural curse, not your ability."

The child returned to human form and said again: "I can kill wild beasts."

Cyrus sighed and touched his head, "Why do you follow me?"

"Because you are strong and you saved me." The child's eyes trembled slightly, and Cyrus took out ointment and applied it to his wounds. "Do you have any wishes, maybe want to do something?"

"I want to be by your side." The child said dullly. Cyrus asked and replied why this scene seemed so familiar.

"The price of being by my side is high. I don't need useless people. You have to learn a lot of things, and sometimes it can be dangerous. If you go with Principal Dumbledore, he will arrange a happy family for you. You can experience the joy of being a child.”

"I want to follow you." The child said firmly. Cyrus rubbed his eyebrows and snapped his fingers, "Kul, find him some clothes."

Then he rubbed the child's head. After cleaning, the dirt on the child's head was washed away, leaving a head of white hair without any mottled colors. "Since your hair is white, let's call it Whitt. Remember, Witt? My name is Cyrus Slytherin."

Witt's light gray eyes lit up and looked at Cyrus, his cheeks rosy. Finally showing the innocent smile that a child should have, "I remember, sister!"

"Sister...sister..."

Take me anywhere.

I remember

elder sister!