Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

In the Slytherin mansion, Cyrus was looking at the company's financial reports and various letters written by Kate, while Witt was reading quietly on the side. A letter bearing the Malfoy family crest caught Cyrus's attention. There was no sign that the brooch given to Draco had been destroyed, and Lucius would not contact me so blatantly.

"It seems Tom missed me."

Opening the envelope, chic and elegant fonts appeared: Congratulations to Miss Slytherin for graduating early and getting excellent results. Miss Slytherin, if you have time, please come to Malfoy's house to celebrate with you. ——Your loyal friend, Lucius.

Cyrus had goosebumps all over his body. Did Lucius give his brain to Voldemort? Such an awkward reason.

Then he took out a piece of parchment and wrote: It is really insincere to let that noseless monster write to me by himself. Also, to celebrate I only went to the bar to drink. ——Charming and deadly villain.

Then Cyrus drew a big braised egg next to it, and then he folded the envelope and put it in his pocket with satisfaction. Originally, the letter had been instructing Kuhl and the others to send it to Kate for help, but since Voldemort already knew about the existence of the alchemy company, he just happened to go and explain to Kate and Remus.

"Witt, you haven't been out much since the summer vacation. Let's go and take you to Diagon Alley."

In the bustling Diagon Alley, Cyrus's appearance undoubtedly attracted the attention of most passers-by. The white-haired boy she was holding next to her looked cute and delicate, but he was piercing every stranger who wanted to talk to the girl with his cold eyes. .

Cyrus always had an elegant smile on his face, but there was a kind of indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away. As an adult, she has a stunning appearance, and her eyes are as dazzling as the stars in the sea, but she is so cold that people dare not approach her.

I took Witt around for a while, and then entered the alchemy company located in the center of the street. Cyrus walked into the door and saw Kate greeting her at the door, "Ms. Cyrus, the company is currently speeding up the production of defensive rings as per your request, and Mr. Lupine has also gone to the production factory to supervise."

Kate knew that Cyrus never liked small talk, so after seeing her, she immediately reported the company's status in recent days. Cyrus nodded slightly and handed her a letter, "A letter to the Malfoy family. In terms of funds, you don't have to worry about mass production as much as possible. The orders from the Ministry of Magic can be slowed down recently, and we can't take care of them now." Inform Remus not to come to Diagon Alley recently and ask him to keep an eye on other employees. You can then go to St. Mungo's and other hospitals to check their pharmaceutical progress..."

Kate took the envelope, took out a small notebook and quickly wrote down the tasks assigned by Cyrus. The three of them walked into an office. Cyrus took the company's financial statements for the past few months and looked at them for a while. Kate made tea for them.

Cyrus put down the parchment, "Yes, he is indeed an outstanding prefect of Slytherin. Remus has been very busy recently, and you have been running the company. Thank you for your hard work. Mr. Foley's side is also going very smoothly. It's really dependable to have you here." Spectrum."

Kate's eyes were sincere and serious, "This is what I should do, Miss Cyrus."

Cyrus hummed softly and took out a pendant from the ring, "This is the most defensive alchemy item I can make so far. If a dozen Aurors don't attack you at the same time, you will be fine." .”

Kate took the pendant without hesitation and held it tightly in her hand, "I understand, Miss Cyrus."

Cyrus picked up the tea cup and sipped lightly, "Don't ask any questions. If I send you on a very dangerous mission and continue to follow me, wouldn't it be a big disadvantage? I think the Foley family no longer needs any help from me."

"Miss Cyrus, I will live for you."

Cyrus' hand holding the tea cup tightened slightly, "I will keep my promise to protect the Foley family and you. You know the address of Slytherin Mansion. You must also use defensive magic in your own residence. If you are injured, there will be no Someone helped me with my work.”

She paused and continued: "I don't need anyone to live for me. Kate, please live for yourself or the Foley family."

Kate lowered her head and looked at the pendant in her hand, showing a smile, "Miss Cyrus, you were like this when you were in school. You are gentle but don't really let people get close. Maybe you haven't noticed yet, following you and caring about you. There are more and more people.”

A stack of documents fell on Kate's head, "Then please, Miss Kate, pay more attention to your poor boss. These graduates will take up their posts immediately. After completing the handover tasks with them, there will be transactions from other companies that you need to handle."

Kate felt the weight of the documents on her head, and her face changed. "Sy, Miss Cyrus, aren't you on summer vacation? Employees from several companies have never even seen you, so..."

Cyrus rubbed the little white dumpling next to him, "Don't the bosses just want to enjoy it? Can they double the company's extra income after meeting me? I'm not the God of Wealth."

She extended her thumb to give Kate a stick sign, "Kate, you are my Vader Rozier, Minerva McGonagall and Bella Langstrange."

Kate didn't know whether to be happy or angry for a moment, "Miss Cyrus is really becoming more and more immoral..."

Then Cyrus patted Witt on the head, "Witt, I have to do some more errands. If you want, you can have some fun here and ask Kate to accompany you. Or ask Kull to take you back to Slytherin Mansion." "

Noticing Kate's darker complexion from the corner of his eye, Cyrus smiled awkwardly, "Haha, why don't we go back first. Kate is too busy."

Witt will not be willful for no reason now. Although he really wants to stay with Cyrus, as long as Cyrus speaks, Witt will still obey her. He reached out and hugged Cyrus, then kissed her on the cheek, "I'm waiting for my sister to come back."

Cyrus promised Witt gently, asked Kuhl to take Witt away, and then he stood up, "Then as the boss, I'm going to enjoy life." As soon as he finished speaking, Cyrus disapparated and left, leaving behind Kate collapses holding a pile of papers.

"Miss Cyrus, although Fudge did not completely break up with the pure-blood family after losing the support of them, he still targeted them in secret. He was also preparing to intervene in Hogwarts on the grounds of supervising the education of British wizards. That A subordinate named Umbridge will be sent there. This is an obvious move to suppress Dumbledore. Do you need me to report their conspiracy?"

Rita brought the information she had collected to Cyrus, "No need to report, let them come. Not to mention Fudge's moral integrity, he can't even use his brain now. Now the Death Eaters are hoarding money in the dark." With his strength, he still has time to play house with Dumbledore. But it was probably the pink toad who instigated him."

She looked around and asked, "Are you still getting used to living in your new home? You won't be very busy after that. Rita, you can rest for a while." Rita nodded, "Thank you. If Miss Cyrus needs me, I'll be on call." arrive."

Cyrus looked out the window. It was not too hot in England at the end of July, and the sky was already dark.

Cyrus randomly transformed into a young man and walked into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, "Boss, a glass of firewhiskey."

Walking to a quieter corner and sitting down, Cyrus sipped his wine silently. Her face was not as gentle and elegant as before. She crossed her long legs, her eyes were slightly lowered, and the bright and handsome look between her eyebrows could not hide the cold temperament that permeated her body.

"So Miss Cyrus has such hobbies, so what should I call you now?"

A magnetic and gentle voice came, and a young man in a black suit sat generously in front of Cyrus. The man's smooth and fair face exudes sharp edges and coldness.

Under the thick black curly hair is a pair of captivating scarlet eyes, glowing with a charming color. The bridge of the nose is high and the thin, pouty lips carry a gentle and elegant perfect smile, all showing nobility and elegance.

Cyrus raised his eyes to look at the man's handsome face and whistled provocatively: "Just call me handsome guy. It seems that our Tom is still very persuasive. This look is much more pleasing to the eye than before. But …”

Cyrus followed Voldemort's example and changed his temperament, showing his former gentle smile, his eyes turned scarlet for a moment, "You are so hypocritical, it really makes me hallucinate that I am seeing myself."

"Really, but I like Miss Cyrus better as she is." The man crossed his arms and leaned close to Cyrus's ear, and then his tone became depressing and crazy, "It's so cold that it makes people scared, but my heart is full of joy. It's a fiery madness. I really want people to break you into pieces and see what color your true heart is."

A slender hand gently caressed Tom's fair neck, and the thin red ink-colored cold eyes appeared at the end of Cyrus's eyes, filled with layers of glistening light, and faintly flashing with a few morbid dark spots. The corners of his mouth curved in a very shallow arc, his voice was neither warm nor angry, and his voice was clear and clear, "I'm not sure what the color of my heart is, but yours, Tom, must be extremely disgusting."

Tom's neck was cut open by the knife in Cyrus's hand, and a wisp of scarlet dripped down her slender fingers. "Miss Cyrus seems to be very fond of weapons such as knives and daggers. I'm just here to return the dagger you dropped, so why be so rude."

Tom still smiled gently, but the murderous intent in his eyes became increasingly difficult to hide. Cyrus lowered his eyes and glanced at the dagger pressed against his chest, slowly thrusting into it as Tom's smile grew deeper.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. The two pairs of red eyes looked at each other. As the two chuckled in perfect agreement, the dagger and the knife disappeared at the same time, and the wounds on the chest and neck were healed by the magic spell.

Cyrus patted the torn shirt on his chest and recovered instantly. He picked up the wine glass and sipped lightly, "I'm just a little flattered. I didn't expect you to miss me so quickly, Tom."

"After hearing about your outstanding past Cyrus, it's hard not to miss you all the time."

Tom tapped his finger on the table, and a cup of fire whiskey floated over. Looking at the golden red liquid swaying in the cup, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm very curious. Why do you, who have the support of many pure-blood families and has a certain say in the Ministry of Magic? It will be like this – silently.”

Cyrus raised his eyebrows, "As far as I know, Tom, when you were my age, you had not yet achieved these so-called silent achievements."

"But I'm not some old monster that's been alive for thousands of years."

The clear sound of wine glasses clinking was heard. Tom picked up the wine glass and touched Cyrus's wine glass lightly, watching Cyrus drink the wine in one gulp. "It seems that our Dark Lord is not very well-informed. My soul has survived for thousands of years, but I have never awakened. It can be said that I was born after a span of centuries."

Cyrus turned a blind eye to the greed and desire in Tom's eyes and looked at the empty wine glass in his hand. Tom's voice sounded again, "Miss Cyrus's behavior is too erratic, which makes me very distressed. I think if it were you, you would be more inclined to my side. After all, not everyone can become a person who reaches the top. Your so-called fathers are already the dust of the times."

Cyrus caressed his chin and tilted his head to look at Tom, "Why do you think you are qualified to let me stand on your side? Even if you are not needed, I will deal with them myself."

"Miss Cyrus is very knowledgeable about soul research. Perhaps we will have more topics to talk about."

"Tom, do you know there is a saying that there are some things that no matter how hard someone tries, they just can't do it."

Tom smiled instead of being angry and pushed the wine glass in his hand to Cyrus, "Indeed, I happen to be a little more talented in bringing back the dead than others. My loyal servant told me that Miss Cyrus may be very eager to Someone comes alive.”

Pushing Tom's wine glass away, Cyrus asked the boss for a new one, "Congratulations to you, I didn't expect that you are still related to the God of Death. Can you let him arrange a two-bedroom apartment for me in the underworld? .”

Cyrus looked at Tom's flawless fake smile, "It seems that Snape's potion has restored a lot of sanity to you, but you still need my help. Use this meaningless thing in exchange for my ability. Are you overestimating your capabilities?"

Cyrus showed a menacing and bloodthirsty smile, "If you had the means, how could you be so idiotic as to cut off your soul? Now you are here to pretend that nothing happened and seek help from the person who destroyed your soul."

Tom's smile faded, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he looked at Cyrus with fierce eyes as if he wanted to eat her alive, "Doesn't this prove that I have abilities that you can't do? If you or that old monster in your family have A way to actually resurrect your little furry pet and I wouldn't be here, right?"

Tom crossed his legs and leaned back on the chair. He looked at the silent Cyrus with his scarlet eyes and chuckled, "It's really disappointing. I thought Miss Cyrus would have more lofty ideals. You win over Is Severus also trying to get him to cooperate with you in researching the soul potion to find a way to resurrect it? Or is he just acting to attract my attention? Of course I can't get Miss Cyrus' wholehearted help with this, but you can also You don’t want to give up any opportunity, do you?”

Tom stood up and stretched out his hand to lean towards Cyrus as a gentleman, "If you think about it well, please bring the things you stole from me to the Malfoy house as a guest. However, your previous behavior is really unforgivable."

Black broken hair obscured Cyrus's face, "Then how will this hypocritical and arrogant Dark Lord return the gift?" His tone was indifferent, but full of edge.

A low voice brushed against Cyrus's ear, and a hand with sharp bones put on her shoulder, "How about dragging your glamorous self into the abyss step by step?" A cold touch touched her ear, and her slender fingers smoothed He traced her chin, and then stroked her scarlet eyes. "You, who are already rotten in your heart, should stand by my side. I said, I like you better as you are."

A magic spell obscured the surrounding environment. Cyrus's body shape changed, her long black hair fell down, and her eyes looked at Tom with a smile on her face. She gently caressed the back of the man's hand. Her hand was very cold, and when it touched the man's skin, it was like a water ghost crawling out of a deep pool, squeezing the man's soul and demanding his life.

And those red eyes were burning like the fire of hell, and like the unfathomable whirlpool under the sea, sucking people in completely. Her tone was gentle, and the chill radiating from her body made people shudder, "I'm looking forward to your return gift, and I hope you won't disappoint me."

Cyrus, who returned to the Slytherin mansion, sat on an armchair in the study, tapping his index finger on the desk, and the magic radiating from his body was terrifying.

Witt, who was standing aside, carefully held Cyrus's hand, which was tapping on the table, "Sister..."

Cyrus stopped gently comforting Witt. He pulled his hand away and said in an indifferent and cold tone, "Witt, I need to stay by myself for a while."

After Witt walked out of the room obediently, Cyrus took out a diamond-shaped black stone ring from the drawer and held it in his hand.