Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"I'm sorry to trouble you, father. Witte has no family, can he stay in Slytherin House?"

Salazar said indifferently: "You decide for yourself."

Cyrus looked at the three of them, "Aren't blood-cursed orcs inherited from the matrilineal family? Why is he suffering from the curse even though he is a male?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's indeed strange...but there are too many wonderful things in this world. Ever since I met you Cyrus, I don't think there is anything surprising."

Cyrus curled his lips, "The curse in the blood cannot be easily lifted, and there is no case in history where the blood-cursed orcs have been successfully lifted."

"Yes, I have tried every means to help a friend before, but to no avail." Dumbledore thought of Nagini. Everyone was silent. Cyrus nodded, "That's all. Solving the curse is nothing more than a good thing for Slytherin. It doesn't matter if it can't be solved."

Cyrus, who returned to the auditorium, saw Witte surrounded by everyone at the Slytherin table. Draco saw Cyrus coming back and drove everyone away. "Hermione, thank you for taking care of Witt." Hermione glanced at Witt who was holding Cyrus tightly. "It's okay, Cyrus. Congratulations on your victory in the game. He is the one you brought back from... Of?"

Cyrus touched Witt's head and said, "Well, he is my brother." Hearing Cyrus' words, the little boy seemed a little happy. Draco looked at the little boy from the side, "Brother? Is he a boy?"

Cyrus knocked Draco on the head and said, "Witt just has long hair, but it is indeed very beautiful." It seems that the blood-cursed orcs are all very good-looking. "Sister, don't you like me like this?" Witte raised his head and looked at Cyrus, his big eyes a little aggrieved.

Hermione on the side turned around and covered her mouth with her hands, murmuring softly, "This kid is too cute." Cyrus sat down with Witt, called out a glass of pumpkin juice and handed it to him, "Witt is Witt, He is my brother no matter what."

Witt nodded obediently, held the pumpkin juice in his hands and drank it. "Witt, do you feel aggrieved? You can stay in Slytherin Mansion from now on, but I can't give you your last name. This is what others gave me. At least for now."

Witt shook his head, "I don't care."

"After dinner, I will take you back to Slytherin Mansion, and you will live there from now on. Kull and the other house elves will take care of you."

"Can't I stay with my sister?" Cyrus' hand paused, "I can't always be by your side."

Seeing the sadness in the boy's eyes, Cyrus patted his head and said, "I will go back to see you every week, Wit."

"Why can they stay here?" Wit pointed at Draco and the others, "They are students here like me. When Wit, you can come here to study when you are 11 years old."

"I understand, sister. Where is Principal Dumbledore? Can sister take me to find him?" Cyrus blinked, "Why are you looking for him?"

Cyrus stood at the door of the principal's office, wondering why he was blocked from the door. Witt said he wanted to find Dumbledore, but he didn't let himself listen. Are all children today so rebellious?

"Cyrus, come in." Dumbledore's voice came. When Cyrus walked into the principal's office, he found that Salazar was there. Witt stepped forward and hugged Cyrus, "Sister, I can stay."

Cyrus looked confused, "Haha, Cyrus. We all know about Witt's situation. It is indeed not a good decision to let a child live alone in the Slytherin mansion. Salazar is also very interested in the curse on him. , Witte can stay in the secret room while you are in class. Living in Hogwarts is also taken care of by the professors and you, isn't it?"

Cyrus looked at Salazar, who nodded reluctantly. Cyrus sighed and pinched Witt's face, "You have to listen to Salazar, you know?" Witt nodded quickly. Cyrus looked at the very well-behaved Witt, stood up, took the sorting hat and put it on him On the head.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat gave the answer in an instant. Cyrus touched Witt's head and said, "As expected of my brother."

Salazar snorted behind him, "It's just the true colors are revealed."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "There are more and more Slytherins around me."

There was no class this afternoon, so Cyrus pulled Witt to introduce Hogwarts to him. The two figures attracted a lot of attention. Cyrus rarely wandered around Hogwarts except for classes, and now there was a white-haired boy beside him.

"Hey George, look what I found?"

"Fred, I was obviously the one who discovered it first. Our Miss Slytherin and her little brother."

The two of them were riding around Cyrus as usual, but George was blocked by the white dumpling under him. "It seems that the kid likes his sister very much." George took out a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans and gave it to Witte, who looked at it He continued to pull Cyrus away without even looking at him. "George, Fred, hello. Witt is a little shy."

Cyrus patted Witt on the head, "Cyrus, we have developed a new type of prank toy. Do you want to see it? I just saw Ron and the others in the garden." Cyrus waved his hand and refused, "I also I want to take Witt to continue visiting Hogwarts, you go ahead."

"Miss Cyrus is so leisurely, wandering around Hogwarts with a child." Snape's voice came faintly, and the twins had already disappeared.

Cyrus looked at Snape, "Sir, this is my brother, Wit. He will live in Hogwarts, but most of the time he will stay in the secret room with Salazar."

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Witt condescendingly, "Brother? There are so many people around Miss Cyrus that I didn't expect."

Witt suddenly hugged Cyrus and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "Sister, this person is so scary."

Cyrus knelt down and looked at him gently, "Sir is very good. He is the dean of Slytherin House. Maybe he will become your teacher in the future, Wit." Wit hooked Cyrus's neck , Cyrus had no choice but to pick him up.

Snape's face became even more gloomy, and his sharp eyes stared at Wit, who was secretly smiling at him. In the corner not far away, Moody, with fierce eyes, also stared at the white dumpling lying on Cyrus.

"Witt, do you like Hogwarts?" Cyrus brought Witt, who had been shopping around all afternoon, to the lounge. Cyrus sat on the sofa, and Witt sat on Cyrus' lap and hugged him. her neck.

When the boy didn't speak, Cyrus continued, "Have you ever thought about running away while you were there?"

Witte shook his head, "If you run away, where can you go?"

Cyrus put one hand on his forehead and covered his eyes, "Then why are you still alive?" The gentle smile had long since disappeared, and Cyrus was in his most relaxed state with an expressionless face. The little hand grabbed the hand that was covering the face, and warmed the coldness, "Maybe I was waiting for my sister to appear. When I was desperate for the world, my sister appeared."

Gently pulling away the boy's hand, his eyes were full of coldness, "I said you are free, you don't have to act like this anymore. What do you want, money? Or do you want a strong person to ensure safety? Or do you want Slytherin? His last name?"

The boy lowered his hand and looked at Cyrus with his light gray pupils, sharp eyes flashing, "What if I want them all?"

Cyrus raised the corner of his mouth, "You know you won't live for a few years, at least as a human being."

The boy didn't speak. Cyrus stroked his soft and delicate white hair, "It's much better than raising a canary. If you want it, prove your worth. I only give you two years."

The boy rubbed his head against Cyrus's hand and returned to his obedient appearance, "I know, sister."

Cyrus gently stroked the boy's cheek, his eyes gradually became scarlet, and his mouth smiled, "If I see you showing any disrespect to sir again, I will give him a stuffed white eagle as compensation."

"How's it going, Barty." Barty knelt next to Cyrus in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, "The last game will be held in a month, and I will take the opportunity to cast the Mentos Curse on the trophy. At that time, you can teleport to Voldemort by touching the trophy."

Cyrus nodded, "Well, I'll leave it to you." Barty hesitated, and finally looked at Cyrus, "Master, please let me go with you. I will try my best not to hold you back. .”

His fingers passed through the light golden hair and attached to Barty's face, "Barty, are you really ready to face him?" Barty nodded vigorously, "I must break him into pieces!"

Looking into Barty's eyes, Cyrus smiled, "Your mission is more important, but also very dangerous. I need you to continue to stay with Voldemort and be his most loyal servant. You have to be there when he is most careless. , give him a fatal blow. Can you do it, Barty?" Barty clenched his hands, his eyes unwavering, "I will definitely complete the master's order!"

Scarlet pupils flickered, "Although your Occlumency is very good, to be sure, I will set up an illusion in your mind to block all important memories. When you see Voldemort again, you will forget everything about me being your master. Information. At the critical moment, I will remind you of it all.”

Barty's eyes did not dodge at all, "As long as it is the master's wish, I will fulfill it." The magic power circulated and entered Barty's brain again. Cyrus spent a long time setting up illusions and hints, and confirmed over and over again that they were all perfect. Not only was Cyrus himself greatly consumed, but Barty's already broken soul was severely damaged. If Cyrus hadn't been healing his soul before, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to withstand Cyrus playing with his brain like this.

Cyrus gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Well done." Barty breathed heavily, "Master..." Cold words rang in Barty's ears, "My loyal hound, sleep Bar."

Walking out of the office, Snape leaned next to him, "Are you sure this is safe? If he wakes up, you will be in a big crisis."

Cyrus rubbed his forehead tiredly, "I have repeatedly confirmed that everything will be fine. The moment he wakes up, his soul will suffer a violent backlash. There is no way he can tell Voldemort everything in a few seconds."

The two returned to the Potions office and Snape handed Cyrus a bottle of demulcent. "Will you be seriously affected if you do this?"

After drinking the potion, Cyrus' expression softened, "Everything you do will pay a price, and I can bear it."

Snape walked to the medicine cabinet and rummaged around "What medicine do you need?"

Cyrus shook his head, "It's the same as before. The soul is unstable and the perception is greatly weakened. It will get better after a while."

"Is it because you use your eyes too much?" Cyrus rubbed his swollen and blurred eyes, "Well, you reminded me that I have been using them too frequently recently. It's better to use abilities like Soul Burn as a trump card. "

"Haven't you been drinking the soul repair potion?" Snape said as he set up the cauldron, and Cyrus sat on the sofa. "Well, you have been drinking it. It's just that the repair is not as fast as the damage. You also know that I can't Use magic to repair your soul."

Cyrus is unable to see her own soul, and coupled with the previous transfer of part of Voldemort's soul and Barty's brain modification, she has been experiencing severe pain deep in her soul almost every night recently. Fortunately, she has become accustomed to this feeling, and when she can't bear it anymore, she will drink demulcents to get through it.

Snape was still brewing the potion silently, and Cyrus joked: "I'm so lucky to have a master of potions as my exclusive therapist." The man's cold snort came, "If you have the strength to speak, it's better to lie down on the bed. "

Cyrus did not move, summoning a glass of firewhiskey and sipping lightly. "Do you still have any unfinished homework? I'll accompany you."

"There have been very few classes recently because of the boring competition."

"Sir, what potion are you brewing?" Cyrus wanted to get up, but the burning sensation in his soul became more intense. The wine glass in his hand fell, and his blurred vision gradually turned into darkness. With his hands still shaking uncontrollably, Snape came to her side and squatted down, "Is it so serious? Didn't you just drink a palliative?"

Cyrus smiled miserably, "It's really embarrassing. I haven't been like this for a long time. Sorry sir, I can't see again, and my hearing is gradually disappearing."

A hand was placed on her shoulder, and a low and sweet voice came from Cyrus's ear, "Wait for me."

A large black robe was draped around her body, and Cyrus was curled up on the sofa. Not long after, a bottle of potion was placed in his hand, and a warm hand touched Cyrus's forehead, wiping away her cold sweat. After entering the potion, his vision slowly recovered, and he could hear the beeping sound in the crucible.

"Is it your newly researched potion? Let me tell you how the mist you used during the competition is so similar to my symptoms." Cyrus was put into the man's arms and placed on the bed in the bedroom. He grabbed the black robe that was about to leave, "Stay with me for a while, Severus."

Leaning on Snape's shoulder, feeling the warmth from his palms with her cold hands, I really wanted time to stop at this moment. "You haven't had a good rest, and your complexion is worse than mine." The hand caressing Snape's cheek was like stroking a treasure, and Cyrus squeezed out a smile to make himself look less pale.

His hand moved along the man's cheek to his left arm, and he could feel the heat coming from the Dark Devil's mark through his clothes, "He will pay the price for this."

Snape removed his hand, "I'm fine... What are your plans after that? Are you really going to face a group of Death Eaters and him alone?"

Cyrus nodded, "Don't worry, he can't do anything to me. I really hope that this Dark Lord, who is feared by everyone, will walk on the path I paved for him, and when he is about to win, he will find that it is just a ridiculous appearance of nothingness. "

Snape frowned, "What are you going to do?" Cyrus did not give him an accurate answer, "It's just some bad taste."

"By the way, sir. Do you know anything about the Blood Curse Orcs?"

"Humph, that little white-haired one? Miss Cyrus is really enthusiastic."

Cyrus nodded, "The child contains more magic than ordinary people. Perhaps if he is properly trained, he will become even better. His character is a typical Slytherin, which is really interesting."

Snape recalled the hallucinations Cyrus had had, of a little boy in an almost exactly the same situation she had once had. "Did Miss Cyrus save him out of pity? Or because he was just like you."

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle, "To be honest, the first moment I saw him overlapped with my previous experience. It was such a wonderful feeling. His first reaction when he walked out of the prison was to kill his enemies... There was no salvation. I was also saved by a person. But what convinced me to keep him was his ambition and desire. He is different from me after all. It is a pity that such a person dies. Father and the others are also doing useless work..."

Cyrus could roughly guess why Dumbledore and Salazar would agree to keep Witt. Cyrus stayed at Hogwarts for almost seven years without a single close friend. She always left no trace as a person outside the world, with the exception of Snape, and Snape could not stop Cyrus.