Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Fox flew to Cyrus' side, a tear falling on his bleeding left arm. Then he landed on Cyrus' head and kept pecking her. Cyrus forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Fox. I don't want to roast you anymore, okay?"

Seeing that Cyrus had recovered, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to tidy up the room. He pulled Cyrus up from the floor and the two sat on the sofa.

Dumbledore handed her a plate of cockroaches. Cyrus smiled and waved his hand, "Dessert can't relax me. Let's have a glass of firewhiskey." Dumbledore patted her head and handed her a glass of whiskey. After drinking the wine in one gulp, Cyrus collapsed on the sofa and looked at the ceiling.

"After his resurrection, his soul became more restless and more likely to affect me. Occlumency and magic can cut off the resonance between the soul fragments in my body and his, but if I lose control of my emotions, it will be difficult for me to get out of this state. .”

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "It seems that Severus is more important in your heart than I thought. I heard that Mr. Malfoy has also become one of us..."

Cyrus shook his head, "You clearly know that no one can replace Sir's position. Not to mention that Lucius does not have Sir's ability and strength. The reason why he helped was just to protect Draco. And this is also What the husband is going to do, if he cannot complete the atonement, he may not be liberated in his life. I can still hold on, and I have no interest in assimilating into that noseless monster. After discovering that most of the Horcruxes have been destroyed, even if he wants to kill me again He will also need my ability to repair souls. What’s more, he doesn’t know that I am also one of the Horcruxes.”

"Do you want to help him repair his soul?" Cyrus showed a helpless smile. "The purpose of dividing his souls one by one is to live forever. I don't think he will risk merging all the souls in front of me. And his The soul has been shattered and there is no way it can be completely repaired. Just like me."

Dumbledore finally asked the question that was deep in his heart, "Did he use your blood when he was resurrected?"

Cyrus carries a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, and as long as they share the same blood, Voldemort cannot kill Cyrus. This is also the reason why Dumbledore maintains free-range management of Cyrus. He really can no longer watch his family lose.

Cyrus smiled gently, as if confirming.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and sighed slowly. Cyrus joked: "Since I appeared, you sigh more and more frequently."

Dumbledore laughed, "Really, but because of your appearance, child, I feel happier."

Cyrus's eyes flickered, and he stared again. There seemed to be a trace of imperceptible sadness in his eyes. "Thank you for indulging my willfulness, father."

The old man looked at Cyrus with a smile, "My child, you never really looked at the world before. But now you are too busy, so busy that you ignore the scenery and life around you."

Dumbledore knew that what this girl had longed for and been pursuing before was death. Perhaps such thoughts were reduced a lot now. Voldemort's resurrection pulled her back to the original abyss. He always felt that the girl had been wandering on the edge of life and death.

The corners of Cyrus's lips raised slightly, but the smile did not extend, it just flashed and disappeared. It was a bitter smile, "It's been a thousand years, haven't I seen enough of this world..."

"Maybe the person from thousands of years ago was not the real you. You have never really integrated into this world. Cyrus, give yourself a chance, give us a chance, okay?"

Cyrus said nothing, but the determination in his eyes had already rejected Dumbledore. He looked out the window, as if he had been thinking about what to say for a long time, but then he got up and left.

After she walked out of the principal's office, she snapped her fingers and said, "Chris Arno, the new trainee Auror. Cool, please. Find out where he lives and give the money to his family. If there is anything in their family in the future, It’s dangerous, please protect them secretly.”

Cyrus handed a heavy bag of gold coins from the ring to Kull. Kull was a little confused. If it was money, he could have asked him to go to the Slytherin mansion to get it. Why did the master pay for it himself? Without asking the question, Kull disappeared and left according to Cyrus's order.

The newt exam began, and Cyrus consulted with the first-year students. Many people were surprised that Cyrus would appear in the examination room, not because they doubted her strength. The Triwizard Tournament had just ended. Cyrus has always maintained first place in the competition with absolute strength and won the championship.

Where does she have time to prepare for the exam? Doesn't she have another year to take the exam? Of course, when everyone learned that Cyrus got twelve O's in all subjects, they couldn't help but feel envious and admired.

Cyrus happened to take advantage of this newly improved favorability to promote his company to the graduates. Many students expressed that they wanted to intern there. Cyrus also wrote a letter to Kate when he went back: I have found a lot of coolies for you, please. Work hard and strive to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible.

Snape, who had taken leave to recuperate, also appeared in the Great Hall during dinner. Except that his face was a little pale, there was no serious problem. Cyrus also secretly repaired his damaged soul. It seems that your husband has not had a good rest these days. Is it because of Voldemort?

Cyrus looked at the food on the plate in a daze, and a piece of cut steak was brought to Cyrus's mouth, "Sister, here you go." Witt's last note was filled with a smile, and his voice was childish and cute. A childish voice, clean and gentle.

Cyrus tucked his long hair behind his ears, leaned forward and bit into the steak, "Thank you, Witte."

The boy looked at Cyrus with his big watery eyes, and then smiled brightly, causing all the girls around him to scream when they saw the cute little animals.

"I didn't expect you, Wit, to be so popular with girls at such a young age. You will definitely be very popular when you grow up." Cyrus rubbed Wit's chubby face. After living in Hogwarts for a while, Wit also became less popular. No matter how skinny you are, you will look like skin and bones.

Witt was happy every time he was praised by Cyrus, but this time he reacted calmly and seemed not interested at all in what Cyrus said, "As long as my sister likes it, that's fine."

Cyrus had a smile on his face, neither confirming nor denying Witt's words. "Summer vacation is coming soon, and I can spend more time with Witte." The little boy next to him immediately became happy, stood up and threw himself into Cyrus's arms, then raised his head and kissed Cyrus on the cheek.

Cyrus was also a little surprised. At this time, Draco's faint dissatisfaction came from behind him, "You are so old and you are still pestering Cyrus, aren't you ashamed?" Witt ignored Draco's sarcasm and hugged Cyrus. Don't let go of your hands on your neck.

Cyrus looked at Draco, "How is Mr. Malfoy lately?"

Draco was very dissatisfied as to why every time Cyrus talked to him, the topic was always about his father or the Malfoy family. He said impatiently: "Very good."

However, his father did recently warn him to stay well at school. He was not even allowed to go to Hogsmeade, and there were even fewer letters.

Voldemort still needs some time to recuperate physically and prepare his manpower, so he will probably choose to stay at the Malfoys' house for a year, where he will be fed and fed well. The current situation is not dangerous for the Malfoy family. The threat to them began after Lucius failed to seize the prophecy ball.

It seems that in addition to business acumen, our noble pureblood also needs to improve his strength, and he was able to be knocked down by Sirius in a Muggle way.

"Draco, take this."

Cyrus handed Draco a silver snake-shaped brooch. Draco looked at the brooch in his hand with some constraint. He looked at Cyrus with his peripheral vision, "What is this? Why are you giving me this?"

"Defensive alchemy product, newly made recently. Help me test the effect, just wear it." Draco met Cyrus' smiling gaze and blushed suddenly.

"It doesn't feel high-end, and it doesn't even have a gem. How can I take it out?" Even so, he still put the brooch back into his pocket.

Cyrus's back was turned to Snape at this time, and Witt put his arms around her neck and leaned on her shoulders. The little boy's waxy voice came, "Sister, did you quarrel with that professor? He keeps staring at you, can I go and peck him?"

Cyrus tapped Witt on the head and did not look back at Snape. "Mr. has been troubled by a lot of things recently. Let's not disturb him." Then he said goodbye to Draco and pulled Witt out of the auditorium.

Snape's injuries were carefully treated after being brought back by Dumbledore. When he woke up that day, apart from the pain of the scabs on the wounds, the stinging sensations of Cruciatus and Legilimency had disappeared. .

But I still haven’t been able to rest well recently. I’m woken up by nightmares every night. After I wake up, I can’t remember what I dreamed about. Although he successfully hid it from Voldemort, he had more work to do. Not only did he have to report intelligence to his two leaders at any time, but he also had to prepare a soul-restoring potion for Voldemort. Dumbledore didn't know why he asked him to do more every time. Make one serving. But Dumbledore didn't look hurt at all.

Voldemort also wanted to monitor and observe the heir of Slytherin himself, trying to obtain all information about her. Was Voldemort seeking revenge on her because she was the heir of Slytherin?

At the end of the Triwizard Tournament, she was teleported to Voldemort, so how did she come back safe and sound? She is obviously Dumbledore's daughter, so why does Dumbledore look so unconcerned.

Dumbledore's original words at that time were: "Haha, I think if you want to know, the child will be very willing to tell you."

Snape had not had much contact with her, so how could he be interested in her if it weren't for Voldemort's order. Although they developed and researched two medicines together, they always communicated their research and ideas to each other.

When they were in school, except for the tasks and assignments they had to hand over as teaching assistants, the two of them had nothing in common. What made Snape a little dissatisfied was that as a Slytherin prefect, he took a little boy around every day. Why did he dislike Potter.

After finishing his day's work, Snape returned to the office to prepare a soul-restoring potion for Voldemort that he would need for the next week. Snape always felt that something was strange. Although this was the potion he had researched, it was so skillful that he seemed to have brewed it every day before.

No longer thinking about messy things, he took out the required medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet. I recently used too much of an herb and it is no longer in stock. With a gloomy expression, Snape put on his black robe and went out to the Forbidden Forest.

Snape, who was looking for medicinal herbs in the Forbidden Forest, unknowingly came to a lake with beautiful scenery. The deserted bright moon hung in the sky, and there was a mist like blue smoke on the lake. The breeze passes through the leaves, blows over the lawn, and ruffles the spring water of the lake. Under a big tree by the lake, a stone tablet stands there. Why are there graves in the Forbidden Forest?

Snape walked closer to try to read the words engraved on the tombstone, and heard footsteps in the woods in the distance.

Wand clenched in his hand, Snape stared at the bushes where the noise came from. A girl wearing black night clothes walked out of the bushes. When she saw Snape, her figure froze. The two looked at each other five or six meters apart.

Snape frowned when he saw the girl's face, but unconsciously relaxed the wand in his hand. The tone was cold and mean, "Please explain why the Slytherin prefect would appear in the Forbidden Forest where students are prohibited from entering during curfew time? Does the noble Slytherin disdain to follow any rules?"

The girl opposite was not affected by Snape's words, but seemed to be relieved. Cyrus returned to his usual gentle and elegant look, but his smile towards Snape was more sincere, "Professor Snape is looking for herbs, maybe I can help you."

Snape's face became more and more gloomy, and he said viciously: "Miss Slytherin, don't you know that you have to answer other people's questions first?!" Cyrus sighed inwardly, his husband had such a bad temper after he forgot about him, and he couldn't be coaxed, nor could he be teased. Don't let me tease you.

Suddenly thinking of something, the smile on her face turned evil, and she approached Snape with her hands behind her back. His eyes turned, seeming to be both teasing and provocative, "To be precise, I am no longer a student. I just finished the newt exam a while ago and am now a graduate. So in what capacity does Mr. Snape want to question? And me?"

"The arrogant rhetoric is worthy of being noble... I'm really sorry that this humble professor suddenly couldn't call you anything. Should I call you Slytherin, Grindelwald or Miss Dumbledore?" Pu almost said it through gritted teeth, then glared at Cyrus, threw up his black robe and left.

Cyrus pouted, why is Mr. so difficult to get along with? She caught up to Snape and followed the man, "Sorry, Professor Snape, I was just joking."

Seeing that the man ignored him at all, Cyrus added: "Professor Snape is really cold. We will get along as colleagues next year."

The man in front of him suddenly stopped and looked at Cyrus with cold eyes, "As a colleague, can Miss Slytherin tell me something that is difficult for me to understand?"

"Please say."

"Where did Miss Slytherin go on the day she won the Triwizard Tournament? All the warriors were obviously knocked unconscious, but Miss Cyrus appeared after everyone was rescued." Snape looked straight ahead,

Cyrus tilted his head and looked at him, "Professor Snape wants to ask why I came back from Voldemort unharmed? You want me to get hurt so much. How cold and cold. We have done all kinds of things together."

A wand pointed at Cyrus' neck, "It turns out you really don't know how to answer other people's questions."

"What a sad move. I was just chatting with Tom. Not close enough to talk to him all night long."

Cyrus looked at Snape's wand, "Birch wood, snake nerve. Life and death... Maybe it's time to change the wand."

Snape approached Cyrus step by step and looked at Cyrus with sharp eyes. "Since when did you get involved? Was it Dumbledore's order?"

"So, Professor Snape is among them. What do you want, power? Status? Or a powerful spell? What Voldemort can do, I can do, and what he can't, I can do too. Then Do you want to consider me, Severus?"

Cyrus' hand reached for Snape's cheek, but was struck hard by the wand. "What on earth are you going to do?!"

She looked at the redness in her palms, her smile became even wider, and her eyes gradually became scarlet, "It's a boring world, a heartless and indifferent world, what do you think I should do to it?"

A suffocating pressure of magic appeared all over the girl. She lightly raised her eyelids and glanced at the wand pointed at her. There was a cold curve on her lips, "Severus Snape, I don't think so. You will be the kind of fool who celebrates the beauty of the world. You and I were both born in the quagmire, starting with nothing until now. I think you can get more by following me, right?

Soul repair potion, improved wolfsbane potion, Merlin First Class Medal, support from pure-blood families. Can that guy Tom give you that? What is the illusion that makes you think I am under Dumbledore's orders?

Is it because he is my biological father? Can Mr. Snape remember that I am the daughter of Slytherin, the first Dark Lord Grindelwald and a proficient in black magic? "

Snape felt that his whole body was stiff, and he was a little out of breath. His scarlet eyes were like poisonous snakes hiding darkness, and the sharp and deadly fangs were pointed at his neck. The gentle and low-key girl in the past finally showed her true face, and Snape secretly exclaimed, no wonder she was safe and sound in the hands of Voldemort, they were originally the same kind of people.

The girl's aura calmed down, and her blue eyes held a gentle smile. "It seems the joke has been made. Don't mind it, Professor Snape. I'm going back first. You can rest early."

The girl leaned close to Snape's stiff face and kissed the cold thin lips. The tender kiss made time stop, "Severus, you are mine."

Snape came to his senses and immediately pushed the girl away, only to find that the air was distorted and the figure of the girl in front of him disappeared, as if she had never appeared before. Snape felt a heat at the tip of his ears, and his chaotic heartbeat made him unable to think calmly. He put away his wand and left quickly.

After the man left, Cyrus's voice came from the towering tree canopy, "Will my performance satisfy Tom..."

Looking at the figure gradually disappearing in the woods, the redness and swelling in the palm of my hand ached, "Sir, you are really not merciful at all..."