Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The three of them lay on the sofa for a while. Cyrus stood up and said, "I'm going to change clothes."

"Do you want me to help you?" Sirius, who was eager to try, was pulled by Lupine, and Cyrus went upstairs to find a bedroom. After setting a silencing spell and a protective spell around her, she took out the golden cup. The soul fragments in her body began to throb as soon as she took the golden cup. It seems that being too close will still cause attraction. Because Voldemort has not been resurrected yet, he is extremely weak and cannot feel the loss of his soul.

This is already the fifth Horcrux that Cyrus has obtained, leaving only Nagini and Cyrus himself. If Voldemort is resurrected, he will definitely find that his strength will be weakened accordingly, but he cannot die yet.

The dagger stained with basilisk venom pierced the golden cup, and a large black mist enveloped Cyrus. Cyrus fell to the ground, his nails digging into his palms, and cold sweat dripping down his chin. The remnant soul in her body was constantly attracting the souls attached to the golden cup. Although most of them were destroyed, some souls still entered Cyrus' body.

She curled up in pain, her mouth opened involuntarily, her teeth clenched, and she squeezed out painful moans from between her teeth. The veins on his forehead and the back of his hands popped out, and his scarlet eyes widened unconsciously, "...you have to thank me properly, Voldemort."

Sirius and Lupine waited in the living room for a long time but did not see Cyrus coming downstairs. They couldn't help but worry: "Is she okay? Does it take so long to change clothes?" The two came to the bedroom door and knocked on the door, "Cyrus ! Are you okay? I'm starving!"

No one responded, and no sound came from the room. The door was locked from the inside, Sirius kept banging on the door, "Cyrus?! Are you okay? Open the door!"

The door was opened a crack from the inside, "It's so noisy."

Cyrus, who was wearing a thin shirt, opened the door, his whole body exuding a faint fragrance and the mist that had just come out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet, and a towel was draped over it.

Lupine turned around immediately, and Sirius noticed that Cyrus had just finished taking a shower, with only the black shirt falling on his thighs to cover his chatter. His ears were red and his whole body was hot. He couldn't even speak clearly, "Ah, I, you..."

What responded to him was the door closing again.

Sirius turned around and leaned against the wall, covering his heated cheeks with his hands, "Just tell me if you're taking a shower..."

"Ahem, let's go. Let's go down and wait for her." Lupine patted him and walked down the stairs first.

Cyrus closed the door and sat back on the bed, picking up the broken potion bottles and scratches on the floor. I used a quick-drying spell to dry my hair, put on my clothes, took several deep breaths, and slapped my cheeks hard a few times.

Cyrus, who had a rosy complexion, walked downstairs and saw Sirius and Lupine looking awkwardly at each other, one looking at the ceiling and the other looking at the floor. Cyrus couldn't help but laugh, and waved his hand to look like Sean, "Let's go, it's been a hard day. Have a drink."

"Uncle Aberforth, I'm disturbing you again."

The three of them walked into the Pig's Head Bar and found Aberforth staring in one direction with an unhappy look on his face. They followed his gaze.

"Gellert? Why are you here? And isn't that Wit?"

Grindelwald put his feet on the table and sipped whiskey leisurely. There is also a cage on the table, and there is a snow sculpture in the cage. Seeing Cyrus coming, Grindelwald pointed at the snow sculpture in the cage with his chin, "This bastard said he wanted to find you. No, I brought him to find you. He's been tormenting me all day long." "

The corners of Cyrus' mouth twitched and he sighed, "Thank you, father. Witte has caused you trouble."

Grindelwald stood up and crossed his hands on his chest, "But I'm exhausted, and this bastard pecked me. I should just roast him." Seeing that there was no one else around, Cyrus lifted the transformation spell and stood next to Grindelwald. He stood up and kissed Grindelwald on the cheek. "Father, you are the best."

Sirius and others were stunned. The white eagle in the cage was still struggling. They saw Cyrus struggling more and more violently.

"Hahaha, my precious daughter is busy, why would I find it troublesome! You are celebrating with your friends, then I will take this bastard away, and you can continue. Haha!" Grindelwald was in a good mood, and kept touching Sai Les's head said, "It's okay, father. Just leave Witt to me, and I will take him back later."

"Haha, okay, okay. I won't disturb you anymore, I'm going to go show off to that old immortal." After Grindelwald left, Cyrus changed back to Sean again and opened the cage. The liberated Witt immediately flew towards Cyrus, and when he came to her, he transformed into a human form and threw himself into Cyrus's arms.

Witt buried his head on Cyrus's shoulder with a look of aggrievedness, lying on Cyrus like a koala. "I thought my sister didn't want me anymore."

Cyrus held him up with one hand, touched Witt's head with the other and comforted him: "I'm just going to do something, why don't I want you?" Cyrus, who was comforting Witt, faced Sirius and Lupin. Confused and shocked eyes,

"Sister...sister?!"

"Such a small animagus?!"

Cyrus sighed and looked at Aberforth, "Uncle Aberforth, three glasses of fire whiskey and one glass of pumpkin juice. Let's go upstairs to drink."

Cyrus held Witt and pushed the two men upstairs. Entering the compartment, Cyrus returned to his original position and sat back on the chair. Wit put his arm around Cyrus's neck and leaned on her shoulder, looking at Sirius and Lupin with cold eyes.

"Let me introduce to you, this kid's name is Wit. I accidentally rescued him before. He is a blood-cursed orc. Now he lives with me. He is my brother. Now, Sirius, don't think about poking Wit with your hands. He's not as harmless as he seems."

Sirius, who was glared at by Witte, took back his hand and blinked, "It's really strange, how come you have a child after not seeing you for several months."

Cyrus put one hand on his forehead, "Does Mr. Black want to be beaten down by me again?"

"Haha, what a cute kid. Why do you keep your hair long and look like a girl?" Sirius's desperate words earned Witt's death stare. Cyrus patted Witt on the head, "Witt, these two They are all my good friends. This guy is not very bright, but Remus is a very good person."

"Ah? Are you talking about me, Cyrus? Why are you so venomous now..."

"Okay, okay, haha. Nice to meet you, Wit. My name is Remus Lupin." Lupine greeted Wit gently, and Wit nodded, "Witt."

"Tch, remember to call me big brother from now on, you know?" Sirius gritted his teeth after being ignored again. He moved closer to Cyrus, "Also, don't try to dominate Cyrus."

Witt looked up at Cyrus, his eyes full of anticipation, "Sister, can I hit him?"

A dagger was pressed against Sirius' neck, and Cyrus touched Wit gently, "No, this is my good friend. If you want to beat him, I will do it."

Sirius stepped back frequently and hugged himself, "Cyrus, you have changed."

Cyrus picked up the whiskey and drank it in one gulp, "Come and have a drink, you've been wanting to drink it for a long time. Everyone will be busy in a while."

"Haha, come on! Let me see if I don't drink you down today!"

"Remus, don't let him go either."

"Why don't you give in? I'm in good shape recently and I won't get drunk after a thousand cups!"

"But what about those mountains of treasures and gold galleons?"

"Of course it will be used to buy a motorcycle!"

"Why don't I use it to heal your brain? Keep those things first and use them when necessary. The alliance family has suffered a lot, and I will make up for their losses in the form of various profit concessions."

"The Alchemy Company has been developing rapidly recently and has gained the support and recognition of most werewolves."

"Well...it seems that research will be put on the agenda."

"Hey, it's your break time, why are you still talking about work?! Drink, drink, drink!" Witt sat aside and watched the three of them joking and drinking. Cyrus was only in such a relaxed state with Professor Snape. There is, even more happiness when we are together, a state of relaxation without any worries. My sister is so different today.

"Cyrus, I feel like you have become more cheerful. You are more relaxed when you are with us." Lupine's cheeks were slightly red and he rubbed his unfocused eyes. Cyrus drew a beard on the face of Sirius who was sleeping on the table, "Well, I am very happy to be with you." Then he took out his hairband and tied it into a braid for Sirius, covering his mouth to signal to Lupin Come and see your masterpiece.

Lupine couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering, and the two of them almost sat on the ground trembling. "You guys can sleep here tonight, Remus, you are almost out of walking. I will take Witt back to Hogwarts in a moment."

Lupine nodded unsteadily, and then lay on the table unconscious. Cyrus reluctantly stood up, helped him up, and floated Sirius up again.

After laying the two of them on their respective beds and covering them with quilts, Cyrus put two pieces of paper with the address of Slytherin House in their pockets. She squatted between the two beds, held their hands and whispered, "You must live well."

After saying hello to Aberforth, Cyrus walked out of the Pig's Head Bar with Witt, who was about to fall asleep, and wrapped the wizard's robe tightly around Witt. Cyrus gently stroked his head, "Go to sleep if you feel sleepy, we'll be there soon." Went back." Wit rested his head on Cyrus's shoulder, the smell of Cyrus made him feel safe, and he gradually fell asleep.

Returning to Hogwarts, I found Snape standing at the gate of the castle. Cyrus made a silence gesture and pointed at the little boy in his arms. Snape crossed his arms and glanced at Witte, his black robe swaying and he walked quickly in front.

The two of them walked in the quiet corridor in silence. Cyrus put Witt back in his bedroom and sat down in the Slytherin common room. After casting a series of anti-eavesdropping spells on the surrounding area, he looked at Snape and asked, "Sir, have you finished your night patrol?"

Snape ignored Cyrus and said in a bad tone: "Does such a big man still need Miss Cyrus to take care of his daily life?" Cyrus looked at Snape's gloomy face with interest, "It turns out that our Headmaster I will be as jealous as a child, sir, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Don't say such stupid things!" Seeing Snape's fury, Cyrus stepped forward and hugged the man's neck, pinching the roots of his reddish ears with his fingertips, "Sir, you are so cute." Then he kissed the corner of the man's lips, Rest your head on his chest.

"Is there anything abnormal about little Barty?"

Snape's Adam's apple twitched, and he frowned and pulled down the hands around his neck, readjusting his sitting posture. "He is very cautious. He probably only uses dirty tricks during the game." Cyrus nodded, and then buried his head in Snape's eyes. At Nep's neck. The two of them maintained this posture for a long time, and when Snape was about to speak, the hands hugging him became stronger.

"Severus..."

Snape put a hand on the girl's waist and let her lean against him. He put his other hand on the back of her head. Seeing the girl's tired look, she seemed to want to comfort her, but she nodded awkwardly, "I'm here."

"Severus, Severus, Severus." Every time Cyrus said his name, the man in front of him would always respond, even if it was just a brief "Yeah."

As if he had made up his mind, Cyrus stood up and sat back down, distanced himself from Snape, "Your value in Voldemort's eyes will be more important than ever. He will need you to make a soul trauma potion after his resurrection. In addition, Prince family, your situation will not be bad, and Lucius will fully cooperate with you."

His dark eyes stared at the azure sky, "What about you? You are the main developer of the soul trauma potion. I don't think he doesn't know about it. After all, only you can quickly and completely restore the soul."

Cyrus shook his head, "It's not that simple to get my help. I just need to wait for him to come to me."

"He won't let you go, since you destroyed so many important things about him before." Although there were anti-eavesdropping spells around him, Snape was still very cautious.

Cyrus rubbed his chin with his hand and said, "If he sent out all the Death Eaters to fight me, I would be more afraid. My biggest weakness is not myself, and the lives of others will not affect me."

Snape's hands around his arms were clenched, and he vaguely knew what the girl was going to say. Before Snape could speak, Cyrus spoke first: "Albus and Gellert will tell you about it the night before the game." When it comes to memory modification between the two of us, their method is much better than mine and there are no side effects. In your eyes, we are just in a relationship of mutual use.

You don’t know my past, and you don’t care about it. You only met me to better inherit the Prince family. I have never heard of Horcruxes. Occlumency is not so invulnerable. Since I can destroy Barty Jr.'s brain, so can Voldemort. Our close relationship undoubtedly showed Voldemort his biggest weakness. "

Cyrus paused and looked at Snape, with suppressed anticipation in his eyes, "Do you still want to atone for your sins... If you want, you can stay in Hogwarts."

"Miss Slytherin really has the same foolproof plan as your fathers...I know."

Snape stood up and left without looking back, and the door to the lounge was slammed shut. Cyrus looked at the flames rising in the fireplace. She seemed to be dragged into an endless dark abyss, slowly sinking to the bottom. "The matter has come to this, and there is no way out, both of us."

If the husband wants to, he can completely reject himself and no longer be a double agent. Do you still have to atone for your sins after all?

Life is a long dark night without stars, only loneliness and endless silence. Cyrus doesn't think that his husband will easily forget the past. After all, this is his lifelong obsession. "As long as you want it, I will do my best and give it all I have." The husband needs to atone for his sins, and he will gain a new life.

Snape walked out of the common room and instead of returning to his office, he went to the observatory on the top floor of the castle. He would always go here late at night when he was exhausted physically and mentally. It was originally because of Lily's death. The guilt and self-blame weighed him down, and the huge risks faced by becoming a double agent made him no longer have expectations for the future.

It seems like a long time ago that I was here last time. The appearance of the girl gradually drove away the darkness in his heart. It was impossible to say that there were no expectations and fantasies.

How many times would a night that would have been awakened by nightmares become peaceful and beautiful? There was no Voldemort or Death Eaters in the dream, only the figure of himself and the girl. Such a happy dream will eventually be broken by reality. Just as the girl said before, there is no way out for him and her.

Snape became increasingly unclear about why he was alive, to protect Lily's child? To atone for her sins? Or kill Voldemort? Maybe both, maybe not.

Snape had never realized how painful it was to forget someone. Lily's death was so unforgettable to him that this obsession lasted almost throughout his entire life. But now that he knew that he was about to forget everything about that girl, he felt like an insect unable to struggle, easily suppressed by the palm of fate.

It's that hateful feeling of powerlessness again. If I were stronger, the girl wouldn't be involved because of me. This sense of powerlessness makes people feel depressed, as if every choice in life is deeply restricted.

I couldn't help but think of the little girl who sat down by the lake and begged me to kill her. Can someone like me save you? If I can reduce the risk for her, then it's worth it. "As long as she can survive..."