Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Mist emerged from the crucible, and then a pale man without any hair or even a nose stood up from the pot. The man's face was bloodless, his eyes were scarlet, and his nose was sunken like a snake.

Lucius stepped forward, put a robe on Voldemort, and handed over a wand. Voldemort greedily took the first breath of air after rebirth, his scarlet eyes filled with excitement and madness. He walked out of the crucible and came to Cyrus.

The girl was still sitting on the sofa leisurely drinking wine. She looked at Voldemort up and down and raised her eyebrows and said: "You are so good at Hogwarts, you always know how to transform. Can't you change your appearance? Do you think you can conquer everyone just because you think you look scary?" ?"

At first glance, the hoarse and unpleasant voice was thought to be snake language, "Ha... Stupid person, what qualifications do you have to speak to me like this. Kneel down!" A heart-breaking bone was struck straight at Cyrus, and a curtain of water appeared around the girl. Blocked the spell. Cyrus' voice slowly cooled down, and there was a smile on his lips, which made everyone shudder. "Tom, don't try to ruin my good mood."

Cyrus stood up and looked at Voldemort. The rioting magic around them had reached a level that was visible to the naked eye. The two kinds of magic were indistinguishable, but they made the people around them beat faster and tremble uncontrollably. Lucius saw that Cyrus seemed to be saying something to Voldemort, but couldn't hear anything.

Two pairs of scarlet eyes looked at each other, and they both said at the same time, "I really want to dig your eyes out."

Cyrus had a smile in his eyes and a perfect curve at the corner of his mouth, "You can't kill me, and I don't want to kill you. Tom, what do you want to do now?" Voldemort's heart surged, this girl's strength could actually compete with him, Although he didn't use all his strength. Lifting the girl's jet-black long hair, her murderous intent was undisguised, "Then why did Miss Cyrus show up here again after sabotaging my actions again and again? Do you really think there is nothing I can do against you?"

Cyrus smiled even more, "Of course I'm looking for fun, Tom. This world is too boring to even arouse any interest in me. I thought you would make me more happy, but now it seems... Tsk." Voldemort leaned over. He got close to the girl's face and wanted to reach out to pinch her chin, but his fingers were cut by the magic in the air. Looking at the blood spilled from his fingers, Voldemort laughed crazily, "Hahaha, I really want to kill you right away."

Lucius and the Death Eaters at the scene stared dumbfounded at their master and the girl who had just tried to kill them. They actually started chatting happily, but the content of their words was obscured by the curse, but they looked happy. It's like chatting with a friend you haven't seen for many years.

Cyrus sat back on the sofa and looked at the Death Eaters standing in the corner with interest, "That's all you have? You still want to rule England." Voldemort's original crazy state subsided, and his movements were extremely elegant, conjuring a sofa Sitting next to Cyrus. He stretched out his hand and waved, and Lucius felt the dark mark on his arm heat up again, this time it was incomparable to the burning before.

Waves of black mist emerged, and people in black robes appeared in the cemetery. Cyrus looked at the darkness and nodded, "That's about right." Then he looked at little Barty who was still lying on the ground and looked at her fiercely, "This guy seems to have a lot of objections to me, but he can go to Hogwart alone. Zi, he has deceived everyone. Not bad at all."

Voldemort didn't even look at little Barty and called Lucius's name coldly, "Lucius, take him away. Those who fail are never tolerated."

Cyrus complained in his heart, just show your face in front of me, you are reluctant to kill Barty.

Lucius nodded tremblingly and came over to drag little Barty away. "Master! Please give me another chance, I will definitely kill her myself!!" Cyrus frowned and looked at Voldemort. "I have my own way of managing my people." A piercing bone was struck on Barty's body, and Barty, who suffered two piercings of bone in succession, fainted from the pain.

Cyrus glanced at the group of Death Eaters and did not see the familiar figure. Cyrus stood up and walked towards the trophy, "Then go ahead and think about it, Tom. You will come to see me, but next time... don't show up like this again."

Voldemort said nothing, and Yunyun twisted her neck to look at the Death Eaters. The surrounding Death Eaters understood and immediately surrounded Cyrus. "Miss Cyrus said before that my men are not strong enough, so can you please test it yourself?"

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her eyes suddenly cold, with a cold and ruthless chill, and she looked at Voldemort with an excited smile, "Of course."

Before he finished speaking, several curses were shot at Cyrus from different directions. A curtain of water emerged to resist all the spells, and a huge wave overturned everyone around Cyrus. The huge waves towered into the sky, hitting the ground like thunder, and the waves stirred up were like rolling up millions of piles of white snow.

Except for Cyrus and Voldemort, everything was swallowed into the mouth of the sea. The sharp blade of air hidden in the sea water ruthlessly cut everything swept by the waves. The screams of the Death Eaters merged with the sound of the sea water hitting the ground. Let out a mournful cry.

Lucius, who dragged little Barty back to Riddle House, looked out the window in astonishment. What was originally a desolate cemetery was now as if he was in the middle of the sea, with huge waves surging into the sky. The sea surface was filled with mist, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. Cyrus's scarlet and excited eyes faced his red pupils that were also filled with bloodlust.

The tide receded, and the fragments of various corpses were scattered. "Identification completed - they are all garbage." Cyrus looked at the Death Eaters who were still standing in the corner and did not come forward, "Are you coming again?"

This time no one dared to make any move, and the entire cemetery was eerily silent. Cyrus turned her back to Voldemort. Suddenly she turned around and threw a dagger, and a curtain of water appeared around her. A spell happened to hit the water curtain, and the dagger thrown by Cyrus also pierced the protective spell in front of Voldemort.

Then Voldemort's laughter broke the silence. The two looked at each other and smiled, "Hahaha, I look forward to the day when I can meet you again, Cyrus."

"I'm looking forward to it too, Tom."

Summoning the curse brings back the trophy, and Cyrus appears at the entrance to the maze. When everyone saw Cyrus's figure, they all gathered around him. Cyrus stroked the little white dumpling in his arms.

Sirius rushed forward, hugged Cyrus, and asked anxiously: "Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?! Dumbledore led people into the maze, and all the warriors were attacked and fell unconscious. Where did you go? !”

Cyrus looked around but didn't see the figure. She patted Sirius on the back and said, "I'm fine, Sirius. Witte is going to be crushed by you." Pushing Sirius away, he put Witte down. Lido and others also came.

Cyrus smiled brightly in return, but his tone was not as relaxed as it appeared, "He's back, father."

Dumbledore reached out and hugged Cyrus, "It's good that you're okay, kid."

Looking at Gellert, Salazar, and Dumbledore hugging him, Cyrus nodded. "Go back to the principal's office and talk."

The four of them returned to the principal's office, "Has sir passed by?"

Dumbledore sat down and gave Cyrus a bottle of potion. "He came over after finishing the soul repair potion. I asked him to brew an extra bottle."

Cyrus picked up the potion and drank it. "It's a pity that I can't stay any longer. Voldemort needs time to accept my existence and investigate me. Sir, I'm afraid he won't feel well tonight..."

Then he looked at Salazar, who said helplessly: "What you made has been given to him by Dumbledore a long time ago. It's just one or two heart-breaking things."

Cyrus had previously made a badge that could be used as a damage transfer to absorb the damage from Cruciatus, but it would be ineffective after being blocked for up to 3 or 4 times. Cyrus nodded, "Thank you, what are the chances that the shackles of memory in his mind will be destroyed?"

Grindelwald said nonchalantly: "If he is tortured around the clock for a month like you, he will definitely collapse. Normally, as long as he is not dead, the shackles will not disappear. You use a trace of your soul as a shackle to make our curse even stronger It’s so secure that the shackles can’t be opened without your help.”

Cyrus held the potion bottle tightly, "Albus's father will continue to command the Order of the Phoenix, and you are the secret keeper of Black's old house. There will be no mistakes. In case of an accident, Sirius and the others can go there at any time." Lytlin House. There are more Death Eaters who have not been caught than we thought, and I killed most of them there today without Voldemort feeling any pain at all.

Barty Jr. has made a successful return, and I'll let Lucius keep an eye on him. The power I showed in front of Voldemort was enough to make him feel threatened. Now that he is well-educated, he will definitely recruit people more impatiently and will find me soon. "

Cyrus rubbed his brows and called out a cup of black coffee, "Father, the newt exam is about to start, and I need to graduate early. Next year, I will submit an application for professor. As long as I am still a threat and value to him, sir. This spy who can monitor me and you at close range will not be in danger."

Dumbledore handed her a lemon sorbet, and Cyrus was still talking about his plan. Voldemort's resurrection made her nervous. Harry was no longer a Horcrux, and things would definitely change in the next few years.

Voldemort has not yet discovered the fact that he is a Horcrux, but if he knew that he had destroyed most of his Horcruxes, would he want to kill him regardless of the consequences, or would he keep him for the sake of the overall situation?

"Kid, relax. Your plan is foolproof. At least half of it will be completed after you come back from him, right?" Cyrus sighed heavily and put the candy in his mouth, "Well, maybe. "

Salazar sat next to her and patted her head, "Next year, you can be the alchemy class professor. I will always be studying the boy's curse in the secret room. If you don't understand anything, come to me at any time. If you are tired, you will spend the rest of your life You can stay in Slytherin House."

Cyrus looked at Salazar, his eyes were a little sore for some reason, and he hugged Salazar, "Thank you, father." Grindelwald glared at Salazar, "preempted what I wanted to say..."

"Ha...Severus, it seems you don't want to greet your master."

Voldemort was sitting in the Great Hall of the Malfoy house, with Snape kneeling at his feet and a yellow boa constrictor wrapped around him. Snape held out a bottle of potion with both hands, "Master, I'm afraid that your body will be affected by the resurrection ceremony. I came over as soon as I brewed the potion."

Voldemort looked at the potion in Snape's hand, "Is this a potion that can permanently restore the soul? I didn't expect that in the past few years since I left, you not only inherited the Prince family, but also developed such a successful potion. Listen. Say...that partner of yours is the main developer of the potion."

Snape nodded, still looking at the ground, "Cyrus Slytherin is a student at the school. After she knew that I inherited the Prince family, she proposed to develop this potion. After that, she also mentioned the transaction once or twice. contacts."

Voldemort took the potion, looked at it, opened the bottle and looked carefully. A curse struck Snape, piercing his heart and gouging out his bones. The emblem hidden in Snape's wizard robe glowed imperceptibly, but he still lay on the ground and clenched his fists tightly, so hard that his joints turned white, his whole body was shaking, and cold sweat quickly wet his clothes. Breathing heavily in his chest, he waited until the heartbreaking time had passed before dragging his body weakly and kneeling next to Voldemort.

"Severus. Never let my expectations be disappointed. Now, tell me about your student."

Snape, who used his last strength to apparate to Hogsmeade, collapsed on the ground. The ring he was wearing had long been broken. He couldn't remember how many Cruciatus Curses he had been hit, and he was invaded by Voldemort's Legilimency. How many times did it hit the brain.

He collapsed in a deserted alley, his eyes were hollow and cloudy, he looked dazed, his body was stiff and weak, and his breathing was weak and difficult. The expression on his bloodless face was sluggish.

A person picked him up, and Dumbledore's appearance appeared in his blurred vision. His words were unclear and incomprehensible, "He..."

The words were interrupted by Dumbledore, "It'll be nice if you come back." There was anger hidden in the gentle words, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of Snape's nose, giving him a little comfort in his scarred heart.

Dumbledore took him to the potions office. Snape did not notice that the disembodiment was not surrounded by fire. He was too weak to even open his eyelids.

Dumbledore gently laid him on the bed. Snape's brain could no longer think, and severe pain was felt in his brain and body from time to time. Dumbledore supported him and fed him the potion. After that, he saw that Snape's face was rosier and his frown relaxed.

"Rest first and come back to me tomorrow."

With Dumbledore's gentle words, Snape fell into a deep sleep. Dumbledore used his magic power to repair his soul, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. After walking out of the potions office, Dumbledore's figure changed in the uninhabited dark corridor, his nails dug into his flesh, and Cyrus's scarlet eyes flashed with cold anger.

Fawkes suddenly appeared at the moment she was disapparating, and the flames enveloped her. Dumbledore was obviously startled when he saw her. There is no gentle smile, no warm smile in her blue eyes. There is a power radiating around her, as if she is heating up and burning. "Cyrus, Severus, is he okay?"

The girl didn't answer him and said coldly, "Come back in a week." Then she used Disapparation and put a hand on her shoulder, "Cyrus, calm down!" Feeling that Apparition was restricted, Cyrus The fists under Les's sleeves were clenched and clenched.

"If you appear in front of Voldemort at this time or do anything else to expose yourself, your plan will fail. Child, he has received your greatest help. Since Voldemort let him back, it means that the relationship between you has not been noticed. , it’s all for Severus, isn’t it? Don’t let his and your efforts go to waste!”

Occlumency was running wildly, and Cyrus tried his best to suppress the inner turmoil, "You can no longer do things without regard for consequences like before. Indeed, your strong strength will solve those hidden dangers for you. But this method is not always practical. "

The rioting magic power of Cyrus scattered, breaking all the glassware in the room, and the paintings on the wall were also shaken by the magic power and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Dumbledore protected these past principals from becoming homeless. Return.

Cyrus's eyes were red, her chest was heaving violently, and the violent blue flames seemed to burn her whole body. Dumbledore suppressed the fierce fire that kept rising around the girl, "Cyrus! Wake up!"

A dagger stabbed straight into Cyrus' left arm. The girl tightened her grip on the dagger and the sharp blade pierced the entire left arm. The blue flames faded, and Cyrus's scarlet eyes gradually returned to blue. The pain allowed her to regain some sanity.

The dagger was pulled out with a stream of blood. Cyrus collapsed on the ground, her pupils constantly changing between red and blue. She took a long time to slow down the trembling of her body before finally stopping, "I'm sorry, father. Such a strong killing intention...I It will be controlled in the future.”