Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

One day, a group of Aurors walked into Azkaban and said, "Ms. Burns, this is against the rules..."

"I am the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department! She did not need to be imprisoned here in the first place. Now in the past month, the investigation has made no progress at all. Now the Ministry of Magic has to appease the irritable people while also bearing pressure from its own country and Germany.

Fudge has no idea what he is doing. How much of the economic lifeline of the wizarding world does the Slytherin family control? Now that the head of the family is in prison, all the industries are paralyzed! There are also scandals and bribery records of various officials that appeared from nowhere. Now I know to ask her, please lead the way quickly! "

The group of people walked outside the cell where Cyrus was held and opened the iron door. "Miss Cyrus Slytherin, the Ministry of Magic's investigation of you has been temporarily suspended. Now, you can leave."

After a long time without a response, someone walked out of the crowd. She walked into the cell and knelt down on one knee, "Boss, it's time to go back."

Kate's voice came, followed by the sound of chains. The girl sitting against the wall stood up, and then the chains and shackles on her body fell to the ground. Under the astonished gazes of all the Aurors, the girl moved her hands and feet, and there was a clear clicking sound.

"These are specially reinforced shackles..."

Cyrus walked out of the prison, and heard Bella's roar in his ears, "You coward! Don't think that the master can't find you if you run away like this!"

"What will happen if the prisoner here is injured?" Cyrus' voice was hoarse and low, and his cold eyes looked at Bella, who was holding on to the railing and roaring.

Kate spoke up while Burns was stunned, "According to Ministry of Magic regulations, prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban have been deprived of lifelong rights. Their life and death will not be cared by anyone, but since you are not an Auror or Members of the Ministry of Magic who attack prisoners without authorization will be punished."

Kate paused and then said: "It's the end of August now. If you want to catch up with the opening ceremony of Hogwarts, and taking into account Fudge's strength, it's almost...an arm or a leg, but not even a pair of eyes." OK."

As soon as Kate finished speaking, Bella's miserable screams sounded one after another. Cyrus, who was standing in front of Bella's cell, didn't even raise a finger, and walked back to his cell amidst Bella's screams and the shocked and panicked eyes of all the Aurors.

She even closed the cell door, "Then cut it in half. Come pick me up the day before the opening ceremony, Kate, thank you for your hard work."

The entire floor fell into silence. An Auror cautiously approached Bella's cell. What he saw was Bella whose fingers were cut off one after another, and blood spilled from her mouth. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at the Auror, mumbling something in her mouth.

What made the Auror's scalp tingle was that he could clearly see the little half of Bella's tongue hanging out in her mouth. "Why are you still standing there? Give her treatment!"

Burns's roar awakened the still frightened Auror. She took a deep breath and walked outside Cyrus' cell, "Miss Slytherin... please don't make me regret my decision today. Although the prophecy is very controversial. , but I hope you can take the initiative to clarify these rumors to the public. I am not here out of favor. If you don't need one person to stabilize the two forces in the magic world..."

"Ms. Burns has always been upright and kind. I also thank you for your rebuttal for me at the hearing. I think you also know in your heart that even if it wasn't you, I would have been asked out of here. But it's really boring and I can't see it. Fudge's ridiculous face. But the two forces you mentioned are very interesting. Do you mean the pure-blood faction and the Dumbledore faction who are pro-Muggles? Or do you refer to the people who are easily manipulated by reports and are inherently unclean? The Ministry of Magic? Or...the undercurrent of Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Boss, these are the newspapers from the past month. I have cut them out for you." Kate took out a stack of newspapers from the ring, stuffed them into the gap and handed them to Cyrus.

After everyone walked out of Azkaban, several Aurors were still frightened and quickly got on the boat. Burns rubbed his swollen eyes, "I'm already starting to regret it..."

Kate looked concerned and said: "You have to continue to work hard as the reserve minister of magic. Please don't fall down at this time. Otherwise, my boss will be very distressed."

Burns looked at this person who had been with him since the end of the hearing, and even helped him fight off the Death Eaters. He couldn't help but think back to the girl who had a calm face after Fudge announced the result, as if she already knew the outcome.

"If she really lives up to the prophecy, will the Ministry of Magic be able to fight her and Voldemort..."

"There have been some changes in professorships this year. The Magical Creatures class will be taught by Professor Grapeland instead of Professor Hagrid who is on leave. There is also this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Ms. Dolores Umbridge. , about Professor Slytherin in the alchemy class..."

Dumbledore was introducing this year's changes at the opening ceremony. A sweet laugh came, and Umbridge, dressed in pink, directly interrupted Dumbledore's speech, "Thank you, Principal Dumbledore. I don’t think students want to hear about a family of prisoners.”

She walked up to the podium and introduced herself to all the students with a proud look on her face, "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that the education of young wizards and witches is very important, although successive principals have worked hard to inject freshness into this historic school. Blood. But the most important thing is that we should inherit what we should inherit and abandon what we should abandon..."

None of the students below were interested in Umbridge's long and boring speech, and Harry and the others couldn't even lift their spirits. Suddenly the twins interrupted Umbridge, "Principal Dumbledore, why is Professor Salazar Slytherin not here?"

"Ahem! I hope all students will give you the respect your professor deserves! Maybe you kids don't know yet, Slytherin..."

"It seems that Professor Umbridge knows Slytherin very well and is so eager to explain to Slytherin. Or is it that this new professor is also one of Salazar's suitors?"

As soon as these words came out, many students laughed out loud. Umbridge's face turned green. She looked around the students with wide eyes, "Who is it?! Stand up!"

Then the door of the auditorium opened automatically. Cyrus was wearing a short black and silver wizard robe with a tight black short skirt underneath, which showed off her exquisite curves. Her legs were slender and straight, under the light. Appears as fair as jade.

Wearing a pair of stilettos made her already tall even more charming. The exquisite makeup made her look energetic, and she didn't look like a prisoner who had spent a month in Azkaban.

"Cyrus! She's back!"

"Isn't she already graduated?"

"Didn't you see the news? She was imprisoned in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic! Why is she here?"

Cyrus walked up to the podium amidst all the complicated looks on the students' faces. Her tall and beautiful figure formed a strong contrast with Umbridge, who was dressed in pink. "Professor Umbridge, it's not okay to speak ill of people behind their backs like this." What a good habit."

"You! Why are you here?! How dare you openly escape from Aziz..."

A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared, and Umbridge's whole body shivered. She felt like she had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives in an instant, and her body still remembered the pain that tore apart her soul. This feeling disappeared suddenly in an instant.

"What's wrong, Professor Umbridge?"

Cyrus looked at Umbridge with concern, but his tone was as cold as a sharp knife piercing her heart.

"Haha, let's welcome this year's alchemy professor, Cyrus Slytherin!" Dumbledore pushed aside Umbridge and stood with Cyrus, "Welcome back, kid."

Although many students in the audience dared to be confused, they all applauded under the leadership of Harry, others and Draco. Cyrus sat next to Professor McGonagall, and several professors also congratulated him.

"Cyrus, you're welcome."

"Cyrus, I knew you were going to be okay."

Cyrus greeted the professors, "Thank you."

Then he looked at Snape, who was sitting one seat away, "Professor Snape, it's nice to see you again."

Snape stared straight ahead and nodded slightly.

After Cyrus ignored Umbridge who was staring at her, she said hello to Dumbledore and left. After arriving in the secret room, she walked into Salazar's room and fell directly on the bed to sleep. The days in Azkaban were very difficult even for her, and she couldn't rest well because of the noise from Bella and the others.

The transformation technique on his body faded away, and his originally rosy face became pale and sunken, and his overall condition was extremely poor. In Azkaban, there was no replenishment of palliatives and soul potions. Not only did she have to endure the tearing feeling from her soul all night long, but she also had to maintain the illusion protection of Voldemort's soul fragments under the attack of the dementors.

She got up and controlled her magic power to set up the crucible. She had finished drinking the soul repair potion and she needed to brew it again. A flash of fire appeared, and Cyrus tiredly took out the herb from the ring, "Father, I don't have the strength to argue with you right now. Let's wait until I finish the potion."

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to send this."

A low magnetic voice came, and Cyrus turned his head sharply, "First! Professor Snape?"

Snape held a bottle of potion and handed it to Cyrus reluctantly. The disgust on his face became more obvious after seeing Cyrus' pale face.

"Thank you, so timely."

"I didn't expect that Slytherin, who is so aloof, would fall into this kind of situation."

As expected, not a single good word would come out of his mouth. Cyrus quickly drank the potion, "You mean being imprisoned in Azkaban? It's a unique experience. My life is considered complete. By the way, I'm right I have new ideas for improving the Wolfsbane potion, but I haven’t had time to experiment. I will write it down and send it to you later.”

"You and I are colleagues now and cannot bear the honorific title of Professor Slytherin."

Cyrus smiled gently, his eyes full of smiles, "Okay, Severus."

Snape's heart suddenly trembled, as if he had been hit by something.

"Shouldn't you also call me by my Christian name? It seems that we are very similar."

He frowned and glared at Cyrus, who was looking forward to it. His steps suddenly stopped when he wanted to leave.

He thought of a very serious matter. The entrance to the secret room had long been hidden by Salazar. Only someone who knew Parseltongue could open it. Fox, who sent him in, was also missing. Dumbledore, the old man, asked himself to go to him with the soul potion, and then asked Fox to bring him over without any explanation.

Cyrus, who saw through this, had a wicked smile on his face, "Severus, I will continue brewing the potion, you can do as you please."

Snape looked at Cyrus who was cooking the potion and had no intention of sending him out. He was neither standing nor sitting. Squeezing out from between his teeth, "Send me out..."

Seeing that she didn't seem to hear him, Snape conjured a chair and sat down. Cyrus, who secretly observed Snape, sighed secretly, Mr. Snape was really tough. You do yours and I do mine, but I don’t believe you can survive me.

Cyrus began to devote himself wholeheartedly to brewing the potion. Snape, who was sulking on the sidelines, was gradually attracted by Cyrus's methods. Not only the way of handling herbs, but also some small habits were very similar to his own.

His eyebrows frowned more and more. Although she was once his student, how could these habits be so consistent. Moreover, Snape should have felt extremely uncomfortable in this scene of two people alone, but why did he feel familiar and at ease.

"I don't remember that I ever taught you how to make a soothing potion. This potion did not appear in the teaching content."

"You've done it before, and I learned it secretly."

Snape recalled it carefully, and after confirming that there was no such scene, he couldn't help but feel strange. Did he really forget it?

Cyrus bottled the potion and handed it to Snape, "The reward for delivering the potion."

Seeing that Snape was still sitting there with a frown on his face, Cyrus took his hand and gave him the potion, "Let's go, I'll take you out."

Snape calmly pulled his hand away, unwilling to wonder why he didn't resent her touch at all. The two of them walked to the exit of the secret room, with Cyrus facing away from Snape. "Did you see the prophecy about me in the newspaper?"

Thousands of lives would be lost at her hands... Snape recalled the prophecy, "I think everyone saw it."

"I wonder what Severus thinks."

Snape's eyes became complicated and subtle. He didn't understand why he resisted those news reports from the bottom of his heart. He cleared his throat, "My opinion is not important. I think Professor Slytherin should care more about magic." The opinions of the department or your students.”

"But they don't matter."

Snape thought he heard wrongly, but then he heard a hoarse and indecipherable snake language, the stone door opened, and Cyrus turned and left.

"Good night, Severus. The Chamber of Secrets is always open to you."

After Snape walked out of the passage, his face became more and more gloomy, and the potion bottle in his hand was almost crushed by him. Why was the entrance and exit of the secret room next to his potion office? !

After returning to the secret room, Cyrus set up the crucibles one by one and continued to brew potions. She needed to prepare sufficient soul potions and palliatives. After a while of busy work, he entered Salazar's research room and took out parchment to write down problems and ideas on how to solve the werewolf genetic problem. After discussing with Salazar the curse of Wit's blood, Cyrus came up with some ideas. .

The delicate and elegant handwriting covered the sheets of parchment. Cyrus rubbed his sore shoulders and stood up to tidy up. He checked that it was already early morning, took the research back, put on the ring, put on the wizard's robe, and walked out of the secret room.

The corridors of the castle were not lit. The only light source at this time was the silver moon hanging in the sky. Between the clear light and shadows, Cyrus walked alone on the long path leading to the Forbidden Forest. Everything was silent, and the cold moonlight above her head reflected her slender figure, like a messenger from the underworld. All of this was reflected in the pair of ink-colored hollow pupils above the observatory.

Snape had already investigated the owner of the stone tablet in the Forbidden Forest. Since he was sent to Knockturn Alley by Dumbledore to investigate at that time, he did not see the commotion in the Slytherin lounge. Everyone kept silent about it afterwards, and he didn't have the time to care about a student who was suspended from school. It is estimated that Dumbledore completely blocked the matter out of protection for Cyrus.

Apparently Voldemort was also very concerned about the Slytherin heir's past, and contacted him that night to ask him to find out more about her. What was also strange to Snape was that Dumbledore didn't care about it. He seemed to have other important things and only asked him to monitor Cyrus and act according to the situation. She was obviously Dumbledore's daughter. She first took the initiative to contact Voldemort, and was declared by the Ministry of Magic to bring disaster to the entire magical world.

How much of what she said to herself in the Forbidden Forest was true, but in terms of strength, Snape was sure that she would not lose to Voldemort or Dumbledore. Such a dangerous existence wandered between the two forces without anyone stopping it. What on earth was Dumbledore thinking. Thinking of the girl's gentle and genuine smile when she faced him, there would always be a pain in my heart.

Unknowingly, Snape had entered the Forbidden Forest, the air was moistened with morning dew, and the sound of insects in the grass could be faintly heard. Quiet and deep singing came, and the melodious voice echoed through the space deep in Snape's heart.

His steps hesitated at first, then he quickly moved forward in pursuit of the source of the sound, and sure enough he came to the lake. Hiding her figure under the shade of a tree, the singing gradually stopped. The girl sitting next to the stone monument stood up and looked at where Snape was hiding.

Darkness enveloped him completely, and the two looked at each other. After a long time, they left in different directions in perfect agreement.

"Hello everyone, this year I will teach you alchemy class instead of Professor Slytherin who is on leave. I don't think I need to introduce myself too much. After all, I was your classmate not long ago."

Cyrus walked into the alchemy classroom and looked at the students. Alchemy class is a relatively special class. Students from all grades attend classes together. Cyrus's appearance caused many students to whisper.

"Do you think Cyrus is really a bad person? Why does she still teach at Hogwarts?"

"Principal Dumbledore and the others didn't give any explanation. My mother doesn't want me to continue taking alchemy classes."

Everyone knows more or less about Cyrus entering Azkaban. She was very popular in school, but now she has become a target in the wizarding world. This made many people look at Cyrus in a complicated and subtle way.

"Professor Slytherin, have you really entered Azkaban?"

"Is everything the Ministry of Magic said true?"

Cyrus stood on the podium with a calm face and a gentle tone, "In Hogwarts, I am your professor, so let's start the class now."

Sure enough, no matter how much time passes, Slytherin's education methods have not changed, and students with heavy after-school homework gradually leave the classroom.

Cyrus looked at Harry and the others who had not left, "Sorry for making you worry, I'm fine."

Hermione couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged Cyrus, "I thought I would never see you again!"

Harry and Cedric were also nearby, "Cyrus, just hope you're okay. Sirius has been clamoring to see you recently."

Harry took out a double-sided mirror from his pocket and wanted to give it to Cyrus, but she ignored it. The twins put their hands on Cyrus' shoulders, "We, Professor Slytherin, are really worrying. We are so afraid that no one will make it again." Alchemy products have been provided as a reference!”

Cyrus showed a gentle smile, "How can something happen to me? But I didn't expect that I would be so popular with the students on the first day I took office. Okay, you can go to the next class."

After seeing everyone off, Cyrus also walked out of the classroom, "Cyrus, what's going on with you?!"

Draco leaned against the door, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger, "My father didn't even tell me what was going on. How dare Fudge target purebloods like this."

His eyes fell on the prefect badge and silver brooch on Draco's chest, "Congratulations on becoming a prefect, Draco."

Draco looked away uncomfortably, "Don't fool me! What's going on?"

"The Ministry of Magic wants to use this opportunity to confront Dumbledore and Slytherin, who I represent. I think Professor Umbridge who entered the school is already very provocative and seizing power, isn't it? Your father has many identities. He was already trying to help me as much as he could."

"Seizing power with Dumbledore? He has had this intention for a long time. Everyone can see it. The key is you. If he loses the support of pure blood, he will not be able to secure the position of Minister of Magic."

Cyrus nodded and looked at Draco with more praise, "I didn't expect that our young master Draco has also grown a lot. It is true, but not all pure bloods are controlled by Slytherin. What happened recently In addition, I am also Dumbledore’s daughter, so my status is inherently sensitive. Who doesn’t want to carve up the Slytherin cake?”

Draco tutted, "That's disgusting."

"This is not something Draco needs to worry about. Thank you for your concern." Cyrus patted Draco on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"Malfoy is an ally of Slytherin and will help each other at all times. This is what you said, don't think about leaving everyone alone now."

Cyrus looked back at Draco and raised the corners of his mouth, "Of course...how were your grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Very good, what's wrong?"

"Come to my place for solitary confinement every night after school. The entrance to the secret room is next to the potions office. The password is braised eggs."

Draco:? ? ?

Draco entered the secret room at night and looked at Cyrus, "Professor Slytherin is really interesting, why do you want to put me in solitary confinement?"

Cyrus stood in the middle of the empty hall and leaned slightly to make a duel salute. "If Mr. Malfoy wants to help me, then start by improving your own strength. Take out your wand."

"Ah? You want to duel with me? What are you kidding..."

A curse hit Draco directly on the chest and knocked him away. "You don't want to be the prefect of Slytherin. If you don't have enough strength, how can anyone follow you? Stop the ink, not even Harry." You talk a lot."

The next day, Pansy looked at Draco who was walking with a limp, "Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Draco rubbed his still aching chest, "Hey... don't worry about it!"