Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"Oh, you're here. Severus, do you want something to drink?" Dumbledore raised the sweet black tea in his hand. Grindelwald leaned on the sofa nearby and crossed his arms. "Hurry up and finish it. It's really cool." trouble."

Snape sat opposite Dumbledore, his eyes as vacant as a pool of stagnant water, "Are you going to let her solve everything by herself?"

Dumbledore put down the tea cup with a smile, "We trust Cyrus, and you trust her too, Severus. She will be fine."

Snape frowned, "How to guarantee it?"

Grindelwald spoke at this time, no longer as unrestrained and flamboyant as usual, and his tone was extremely suppressed, "Do you think we are willing to see her like this? A kid who doesn't understand anything is still questioning us here."

Snape clenched his fists, "You don't understand anything? You hide everything from me, how can I understand!"

He stood up and confronted Grindelwald, "Then please tell me, the first generation Dark Lord." Grindelwald's expression slowly darkened, and his tone of voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of a storm under his words. move. "Do you think you are the one who saves her? What a ridiculous idea. You are obviously the weak one who has been saved."

Magic energy surged around both of them. Dumbledore patted their shoulders lightly, "Okay, I don't think Cyrus wants to see you like this." Snape snorted and sat back on the chair, looking at him with dark pupils. Dumbledore, it seems, will not give up until he is given a satisfactory answer today.

Dumbledore sighed and looked behind Snape, "Cyrus, you're here."

As Snape turned his head and met a pair of scarlet pupils, Cyrus held his head that was drooping due to hallucinations in his hands, and kissed his forehead gently with his soft lips. There was a complicated look in his red eyes, and Snape fell into a deep sleep following the girl's words, "Sorry, I can't let you know yet."

After Snape was unconscious, a flame appeared in Grindelwald's palm behind Cyrus, "This kid doesn't wash his hair anyway, so it doesn't matter if he has it or not." Cyrus knocked on Grindelwald's forehead, "Okay, father. , don’t bully sir. Are you envious that he’s not bald? Come and help us.”

Grindelwald curled his lips, "Why don't we just erase his memory? It's really troublesome. After this kid's memory wakes up, he will start pestering my precious daughter again." Cyrus did not speak, and Dumbledore said with a smile: "Then... Lett, even if you escape back to Germany, it won't be easy for you."

"Let's get started. We must make sure that sir's memory is perfect."

Snape felt dizzy. What was going on? Was he too tired? When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on a chair in the Potions Office, with unreviewed papers scattered on the table. I had just finished talking to Dumbledore about the news that the Dark Mark on his left arm was getting hotter and that Voldemort would be resurrected soon. Did he fall asleep when he returned to the office?

Too relaxed, Snape rubbed his eyes and vaguely smelled a faint fragrance, but it was fleeting. It's all this boy's fault, Potter, who didn't realize he was in danger and became a warrior. It's really annoying, but it probably doesn't matter. The people who became warriors with him are very strong.

Cyrus Slytherin...the sudden appearance of the heir may be as powerful as Dumbledore and the others. But this has nothing to do with me. Right now I need to think carefully about how to face Voldemort’s questioning after his resurrection and protect myself.

Tomorrow is the final match of the Triwizard Tournament. In the dim Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, rows of dusty fortune-telling balls are lined up side by side. A divining ball with "Harry Potter" written on it shone fiercely. As the light became more and more dazzling, the divining ball could no longer bear it and broke into pieces.

The light dissipated and the entire space fell into darkness again. And in a corner, a brand new fortune-telling ball appeared and shone slightly.

"Today is the final event of the Triwizard Tournament! I believe everyone can't wait, so I'll make a long story short. Based on the results of the first three events, the score will determine the order in which each warrior enters this maze. Use your The warrior who uses wisdom and courage to overcome obstacles and successfully obtains the trophy will be the ultimate winner of the Triwizard Tournament.”

It was Dumbledore who explained the rules of the competition. Fudge did not come, and Percy replaced him as the judge. Because the Death Eaters robbed Gringotts a few days ago, he was once again at the forefront of being attacked by the masses. The Ministry of Magic has recently been trying its best to suppress the negative impact of this incident. According to Fudge, it was just a few Death Eater remnants who were Make trouble.

He has repeatedly denied that Voldemort has returned, but this time even his pureblood patron no longer supports him. Most of the purebloods were on the sidelines, and Fudge's predicament forced him to turn to Dumbledore and Cyrus again.

It would be nice to let Fudge get punished, as Cyrus didn't have time to see Fudge due to the competition. Dumbledore also used a random reason to send him away.

The last game was allowed for the warriors' families to come to watch the game, and Sirius also came to the scene as Harry's guardian. "Harry, Cyrus, you have to work hard! I will wait for you to get the trophy."

He had one arm around Harry and one around Cyrus, and Harry nodded, happy that Sirius had arrived. Cyrus pinched the hand on his shoulder and said, "Mr. Big Black Dog, please take your paws away. I will win without you having to tell me."

Sirius lifted her up from behind Cyrus in a rogue manner, "Don't be so cold, Cyrus." Cyrus' eyes twitched, "It seems you don't want your claws anymore." A snow sculpture flew over and struck hard. Pecking hard on the back of his hand, Sirius retracted his arm in pain, and Cyrus landed smoothly and touched the snow sculpture that fell on his shoulder.

Sensing someone's gaze, he looked back and saw a black void. Cyrus' eyes only stayed on Snape for a moment and then left.

The scores for the third test were calculated by adding the average score of each team to each warrior's individual score. Cyrus was undoubtedly the first warrior to enter the maze. She looked at Harry, Cedric and Krum, "Come on, everyone." She handed Witt to Hermione, "I'll be right back."

Then she stood at the entrance of the maze and ran into the maze quickly as the whistle blew. Harry is the third warrior to enter the maze, and Barty Jr. will inevitably come forward to prevent him from getting the trophy in advance. However, Cyrus was not interested in playing with him. This competition did not restrict Cyrus from using Li Fire.

After entering the maze, Cyrus was immediately surrounded by blue flames, and gradually a giant flame snake surrounded her, guarding her like a giant python. Cyrus pointed his index finger at the wall of shrubs blocking the road ahead, and a huge wave of red flames broke through several walls. With no more obstacles in front of him, Cyrus made a straight path out of the maze.

As Cyrus gets closer to his destination, various beasts appear around him. Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt, Sphinx, Devil's Net. A giant snake circled around Cyrus, and the moment it came into contact with its flames, all beasts and plants were reduced to ashes.

The whistle kept sounding behind Cyrus, and other warriors also entered the maze. Cyrus picked up the pace and soon saw the finish line where the trophy was placed. A green curse came from the side of the bush. Cyrus, who had been prepared for it, rolled forward and escaped the curse.

Moody walked out of the bushes with a sinister face and kept firing death curses at the place where Cyrus appeared. "It's you again! You ruin my plan every time!" "That's an honor. I didn't expect Mr. Crouch to be like this." Pay attention to me." Cyrus used the water curtain to resist the attack with ease, while making a polite gesture to Barty. Then a steady stream of air blades chopped up the magic spells fired by Little Barty, "You have known my identity for a long time! What are you planning?!"

"Cyrus! Professor Moody?!"

Harry in the distance was supporting Cedric and running towards the two of them, "There is no time for us to chat, Mr. Crouch."

Water surged around Little Barty and enveloped him. Little Barty struggled in the water prison, and his face returned to its original state. Harry and Cedric came to Cyrus, "Isn't he Professor Moody?! Cyrus, Krum was very strange just now. He took the initiative to launch Cruciatus at Cedric!"

Harry looked at Cyrus anxiously, "Let's go and call Principal Dumbledore!" Cyrus ignored Harry and controlled the unconscious Barty to come to the trophy. Two magic spells were fired at Cedric and Harry, who were about to go back to inform everyone. The two people who were knocked unconscious did not even have a chance to turn back and fainted to the ground.

Cyrus used the current to restrain Barty, holding him with one hand and reaching for the trophy with the other. "Your ancestors are here to see you, Tom."

The air twisted and changed, and after a moment of dizziness, Cyrus grabbed little Barty and came to a cemetery. Sure enough, he chose to resurrect in Riddle Mansion. The cemetery was filled with fog and he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly.

The moment Cyrus appeared, she dropped Barty and dodged to the right, and a green spell hit her where she was just now. A figure appeared in the fog, Jorkins appeared holding a disgusting baby, "Why...why do you always stop me!"

The baby roared, "Kill her!" Behind Jorkins, a group of Death Eaters in black robes took out their wands and attacked Cyrus. Cyrus was hiding behind a tombstone and using the amplifying spell. He scoffed: "It's so uncultured to treat your ancestors like this, Tom."

As Voldemort roared, the spells fired at Cyrus became more intense. The ring flashed, and Cyrus put a long cylindrical tube on his shoulder. He knelt on one knee and Cyrus tilted his head to reveal the rocket launcher. "I'll give you another big gift!"

There was a loud noise, hot steam came out from the front and back of the rocket launcher, and Cyrus felt the weapon on his shoulder was extremely hot. All the Death Eaters watched a dark thing flying towards them in the sky. One of the Death Eaters moved away from everyone after hearing what Cyrus said. The explosion sounded. Cyrus put his hand on his forehead and looked at the several Death Eaters who were blown away. "Tsk, tsk, you are so lucky."

Jorkins held Voldemort and looked back. Everyone behind him was either blown away or injured by explosives, and they were all lying on the ground wailing. Only four or five people standing in the distance were still intact, and a cold voice came, "Is this your loyal servant? The quality is really... I cannot praise you."

Jorkins took out his wand but felt a strong gust of air around him, and the wand was cut into several sections. The girl in front of her smiled and said, "Tom, you really disappoint me."

Jorkins prepared to apparate away with Voldemort, and several Death Eaters behind him also prepared to run away. A wave appeared around Cyrus and surrounded everyone, and the water flow was also wrapped in countless faintly flickering air blades. The water flow enveloped the two Death Eaters who were about to escape. They fell into the water and seemed to be suffering endless pain, struggling and screaming inside. The water flow cut off most of the sounds, and the scarlet blood gradually dyed the water red. The two people inside were cut into pieces by the sharp blade of air.

"Don't go, I still need an audience." The silent torture was performed in front of everyone. Everyone around them moved away from the water, but they were surrounded in the center and could only look to the ground tremblingly, not looking at the girl. Little Barty in the distance woke up and said, "Master! Damn woman, stay away from the master!"

Cyrus rubbed his ears and looked at the baby in Jorkins's arms, "Can you tell him to shut up? It's so noisy that I can't even say anything." The baby looked at Cyrus and gritted his teeth. He was not yet alive. There was no extra strength to fight against her, and a hoarse voice came out, "Shut him up."

Lucius, who received the order, was very discerning. He stepped forward and took out his wand and performed Cruciatus on Barty. This was Voldemort's usual method of managing his subordinates. Cyrus glanced at Lucius, "It seems that there are still obedient subordinates."

Then the huge crucible they had prepared floated over, and Cyrus used stones to transform into a sofa and sat on it comfortably. Leisurely, she summoned a glass of Firewhiskey, raised her chin and signaled to Jorkins, "Let's get started, don't keep Tom waiting too long."

All the Death Eaters behind him were stunned and at a loss. Even Jorkins didn't react. Cyrus raised his eyebrows and looked at Voldemort, "Not willing?"

Seeing that Voldemort didn't speak, Cyrus sighed, "Resurrection quickly, I don't want to talk to a thing that is neither human nor ghost. It makes me sick when I look at it." Lucius broke out in cold sweat under the mask, although Cyrus had previously informed that he would appear at Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, but called the Dark Lord by name, injured his men, helped him resurrect, and called him disgusting?

Cyrus threw a small glass bottle to Lucius, which contained scarlet blood. "This is the blood of the great savior you have longed for."

Voldemort looked weakly at the glass bottle in Lucius's palm, "You want to help me resurrect?" Cyrus nodded, "Isn't the purpose obvious? You were so excited when you saw me and asked your men to entertain me. .”

"Master! Don't be deceived by her! She just knocked out Potter. She could obviously bring him here, why did she have to prepare a bottle of blood. There must be something wrong!" Little Barty lay on the ground and crawled towards Voldemort. Cyrus leaned on the sofa and yawned lazily, "If I wanted you to die, you would have been out of your mind a long time ago. I think you should know, Tom. Either come back to life now, or die now."

Scarlet eyes looked at Voldemort, Voldemort's chapped lips opened and closed, and his voice was extremely weak. He doesn't have much choice now. If he doesn't resurrect at this time, the girl in front of him will definitely not let him go. Although he could be killed again and turned into a soul, Voldemort had had enough of waiting like this.

"Bring him up and begin the ceremony."

Cyrus sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and shook the whiskey in his hand slightly. Jorkins walked to the crucible and put the baby in his arms into the crucible. A pile of bones floated into the crucible, "Father's bones are not intended to be donated."

Then he took out a dagger and slashed his wrist hard. As Jorkins suppressed his sobs, he said, "The servant's flesh will be donated voluntarily."

A Death Eater pulled a person whose face was also covered by a mask forward and took off the mask, revealing a young man wearing an Auror uniform. This man appeared at the World Cup in Quebec, and it seemed that he was caught by Death Eaters.

Cyrus looked calm. She also thought that it would not be so easy to deceive Voldemort. Sure enough, he had a backup plan.

When the man saw Cyrus, he shouted: "You?! You are also a Death Eater! Why?! I actually thought that the Slytherin family really cared about all wizards."

Cyrus smiled gently, "Really? Thank you for your hard work and contribution."

Lucius used a dagger to slit his neck, collected the blood and dripped it into the crucible, "The enemy's blood was forced to be given."

In Cyrus's calm eyes, the young Auror fell down holding his bloody neck, his eyes full of hatred.

"Thank you... for your dedication and contribution." Cyrus didn't understand why she felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't care at all about the Auror's death, but she felt a sense of powerlessness. Although the feeling was very weak, like a tiny thorn piercing my heart.