Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Umbridge replaced everyone's original textbooks with books newly printed by the Ministry of Magic. Harry couldn't help frowning as he looked at the textbook full of theoretical knowledge. Umbridge's sharp and sweet voice tortured everyone.

"You will take the owls exam this year. Studying hard will eventually pay off. If you can't do it, the consequences will be serious. In the past, this course was completely haphazard, but from now on, you will learn that it has been approved by the Ministry of Magic." Yes, a rigorously organized Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Hermione raised her hand, "But the book doesn't mention any method of using defensive spells."

Umbridge smiled coquettishly, as if Hermione had told a big joke, "Use charms? Why use charms? In my class, you only need to learn theoretical knowledge."

"We can't use magic spells? Can't we learn them in class?" Ron couldn't help asking, and other students began to whisper.

"Quiet! We will learn defensive spells in a safe and secure way."

"How do we protect ourselves if we are attacked? Can we still call it safe..."

"Students need to raise their hands to speak in class!" Umbridge directly interrupted Harry's speech and pretended to be gentle again, but it sounded artificial to Harry. "In such a peaceful era managed by the Ministry of Magic, you only need to learn theoretical knowledge. The Ministry of Magic will protect everyone."

"Can theoretical knowledge help us deal with dangers outside?" Harry retorted again,

"There is no danger outside. Who would do anything to you children? Oh, I understand, dear. Are you worried about Professor Slytherin? It is true that she is a dangerous existence considered by the Ministry of Magic. Who knows that she has used How can you escape without being held accountable?"

"How could Cyrus be a dangerous being? It was obviously the Ministry of Magic that framed her, but what if Voldemort came? She saved us from Voldemort time and time again. Where was the Ministry of Magic when the students were in danger?"

The atmosphere in the classroom became strange when he heard Voldemort's name. Harry kept trying to tell his classmates that Voldemort had returned, but not many people were willing to believe it.

Umbridge was still explaining calmly at first, but then it turned into a unilateral announcement, "Let me make this issue clear. Maybe someone told you that a certain dark wizard is on the loose again. This is a rumor, just It’s just an irresponsible lie by some professors.”

"This is not a lie. I have seen him. Cyrus has seen him and fought against him. I didn't lie, he is indeed back!"

Umbridge's voice became louder and she walked straight back to the podium, "Confinement! Mr. Potter!"

"Does the Ministry of Magic need to manage the magical world in such a self-deceptive way?! The people who are truly capable of protecting us are imprisoned in Azkaban..."

"That's enough!!" Umbridge was completely angry, her eyes bursting with sharp lights, "See you in the office later, Mr. Potter!"

At night, Potter walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. For a moment, he thought he had walked into a 7-year-old girl's room. The entire wall was painted pink, and tea set pictures with cats on them were hung on the wall. Even all the utensils on Umbridge's desk were pink. Harry suppressed a wave of nausea in his chest and said, "Professor, I'm here for solitary confinement..."

Umbridge picked up a teacup and sipped lightly, "Good evening, Mr. Potter. Take a seat."

Harry sat on the chair next to Umbridge. He smelled the sweet scent of her perfume and moved his chair to sit further away.

"You lied to me today, Mr. Potter." Then he pointed to a quill on the table, "Use my pen. I need you to write on paper, and I promise not to lie again."

"How many times?"

"Write this sentence until it is deeply ingrained in your heart, Mr. Potter." Umbridge walked up behind Harry, and the faint sense of depression on her body made Harry breathless.

Just after he wrote the words on the paper for the first time, he felt a sting in his left hand. A line of handwriting appeared on his hand like a knife, and then disappeared quickly. After he wrote it for the second time, his hand stung again, and the knife marks appeared again and again and disappeared again and again.

Harry touched his left hand, which had no scars on the surface but was aching. Umbridge bent down and looked at Harry with concern, "What's wrong? Harry."

Facing her cloudy and dark pupils, Harry did not dare to retort for a moment, "It's nothing, Professor."

"That's right...because you know deep down in your heart that you really deserve to be punished. Don't you, Mr. Potter?" Harry looked at Umbridge with a smile on his face, feeling so powerless and uneasy for the first time. .

"Then, let's continue..."

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

"Draco, don't restrain yourself. I don't think Mr. Malfoy will be angry with me because the professor's education is too strict."

Draco curled his lips, "Strict? Are you really going to say that I almost died under your spell! Would a professor shoot his own students into pieces..."

"How about torn apart? Or Avada... don't run away. The secret room is so big and I don't want Venomous Fangs to catch you in the ventilation duct like yesterday."

Cyrus lifted up Draco who was out of breath and couldn't use any strength, took out two bottles of magic potion from the ring, gave Draco a thumbs up, "Come on, finish taking the potion and continue."

Draco's originally pale face was now devoid of any color, and he even refused to drink the potion, "Be careful if I report you for abusing students. How could you train like this?"

Cyrus looked innocent, "This is how I trained Harry and Cedric. And you are in fifth grade now. How can you train them in a petty way?"

Draco grabbed the potion and drank it in dissatisfaction, "What on earth are you going to do, why are you training me?"

Cyrus' expression remained unchanged, "I need you to protect the Slytherin students. Isn't this your duty as a prefect?"

Draco straightened up with a strange look on his face, "Protect them? Why?"

Cyrus couldn't help but wonder if Lucius was too protective of his son, even hiding the return of Voldemort.

"It won't be peaceful in the future. Not only you, but the students of Hogwarts need to have the ability to protect themselves."

"You talk strangely. Why don't you just tell me if you have something?" Draco's expression changed. He remembered what Harry said in class, "Is it the mysterious man? Is he really back? That's what Potter said. it is true?"

Cyrus patted Draco's golden head, "If you beat me, I will tell you. I heard that Mr. Crabbe has the talent to use severe fire. I will bring him with me in a month."

"Tsk, that's really troublesome... That guy Crabbe only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. He's an idiot."

"That's why I brought him here. I don't want my father's beloved castle to be destroyed by a fool."

"Why one month later?" Draco had an ominous premonition and looked at Cyrus, who was smiling, "You...I'm really going to report you!"

A blue fire surrounded Draco, "In one month, if you cannot survive in my hands, I will read a eulogy for you on Lucius's behalf."

After an alchemy class, Hermione dragged Harry over. Harry seemed a little reluctant, but couldn't bear it. Hermione kept pulling him. Hermione's tone was filled with irrepressible anger. She looked at Cyrus for help, "Professor Slytherin, I want to report something to you." thing."

Cyrus' eyes fell on Harry who was winking at her behind Hermione, and his eyes lingered on his hand that was pulled by Hermione for a moment, "If it's about the questions in the alchemy class, I will be happy to answer them, but about For other professors, I think it would be better for you to go to Principal Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall."

"Headmaster Dumbledore is already busy enough, and we don't want Professor McGonagall to know..."

"Hermione, can I talk to Harry alone?"

Hermione was helpless. She turned around and glared at Harry with a stern tone, "You must tell Cyrus everything, do you understand?"

Cyrus looked at Hermione leaving and couldn't help laughing, "Hermione is really scary sometimes, right?" Harry nodded helplessly, he hesitated and said: "Actually, it's nothing, she made a fuss..."

A piece of parchment floated in front of Harry, "It's very effective in removing scars. I've personally tested it to be effective. With Hermione's ability, it can be cooked."

"You know it all?"

"This toad will also do some unspeakable things, but Hermione is right. Principal Dumbledore has no time to take care of Umbridge. Taking action against her means actively provoking the authority of the Ministry of Magic. I'm sorry, I haven't had the time to take care of her recently."

Harry waved his hand quickly, "I'm sorry to trouble you again, Cyrus, thank you very much." Harry said with a complex expression: "I heard that you have been confining Draco recently. Are you training him?"

After receiving Cyrus's affirmative look, Harry asked confused: "Can I go too? I'm not very proficient in some spells. Umbridge doesn't teach us any spells at all. Voldemort is coming... …”

"You and Cedric are already very good and have the ability to protect yourself." Cyrus looked at Harry, "The Room of Requirement is a good place to practice. Since she doesn't teach, won't you learn on your own? ?”

"But we could learn better if it were you."

Cyrus sighed, "Harry, please cherish Hermione, she is the only one with good brains among the three of you. Okay, Miss Know-It-All, please stop eavesdropping. Please take this kid away, okay?"

A mass of brown was revealed at the door, and Hermione took Harry's hand and dragged him away with an embarrassed look on her face, "Thank you for the reminder, Professor Slytherin."

Harry, who came to the corridor, was looking at Hermione with a confused expression, "What does this mean, Cyrus? What kind of reminder?"

Hermione hit Harry on the head, "Cyrus has made it clear that Umbridge is behind the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore cannot easily interfere. Do you think Cyrus, who is now being closely watched by the Ministry of Magic, can do it?"

"But I just want her to teach me the spell..."

"She is now a Hogwarts professor and a Slytherin heir. She is not our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The Ministry of Magic does not want to involve the Malfoy family yet, and Cyrus is in Slater in the form of confinement. Teaching in the Secret Chamber, as long as it is not clear, no one will delve into it. If Umbridge knows that she is teaching magic spells to students, especially you, she will definitely charge her with trying to fight against the Ministry of Magic. In this way, Principal Dumbledore Will also be implicated.

Didn't you notice that after the hearing, all the bad influence on the market was basically directed at the Slytherin family instead of Dumbledore. Cyrus is trying to minimize the negative news about Dumbledore from the outside world. Her entry into Hogwarts can not only share some of the pressure on Dumbledore, but also suppress Fudge's power seizure of Hogwarts. "

Harry couldn't process a lot of information from Hermione for a while, but he roughly understood the reason why Cyrus refused to teach him. I couldn't help but think of what Sirius said in the Black Mansion: Harry, your battlefield is not here. Relating to what Cyrus just said, an idea came to Harry's mind:

"Hermione, let's go talk to Cedric." Hermione frowned, "Harry, don't be impulsive first, let's think about a solution." Harry had already grabbed Hermione and started running," Cyrus said That’s right, that toad doesn’t teach us, so we can learn on our own!”

With the help of Hermione and Cedric, most of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students met together on a weekend. Although most people are still skeptical about Voldemort's return, they gradually believe it after Cedric and Harry's explanations. In fact, they also had problems with Umbridge's tyranny. With Harry and others taking the lead, more and more people joined the DA.

Although Cyrus pretends to know nothing, he is generous when Hermione comes to ask "alchemy questions".

If Umbridge's entry into Hogwarts as a professor is a call for the Ministry of Magic to intervene, then the recent reports by the Ministry of Magic in the Daily Prophet represent the beginning of the Ministry of Magic's seizure of control of Hogwarts.

In order to reform education, Fudge unilaterally declared that because Dumbledore could not find a suitable successor, the Ministry of Magic appointed Umbridge as the first prosecutor of Hogwarts. This meant that Umbridge had the right to investigate and expel professors.

This turmoil affected most of the professors. Umbridge would go directly into the classroom where classes were being held to collect unfavorable information about each professor on the grounds of investigation, and then exaggerate and threaten the status of each professor. Her most obvious target is Cyrus.

When Cyrus entered the alchemy classroom, he immediately saw the pink color. After ignoring Umbridge, Cyrus walked up to the podium and said, "Let's start our class today. Last time, we gave you the homework of making warm-up badges. All are good. As a reward, you can choose any alchemical product to learn today."

"Can I do some hair spray, Professor?"

"Make defense badges! I think Weasley and the others had fun doing it."

"Can I learn how to make a double-sided mirror?"

"How about we make a firework as big as Hogwarts Castle, Professor Slytherin!"

A sweet laugh came, and Umbridge stepped forward with a notebook, "It seems that Miss Slytherin is not that competent as a professor. She cannot even manage the most basic classroom discipline well."

Cyrus crossed her arms and looked at Umbridge. The moment she stretched out her index finger, no one in the classroom made any sound. "This is not Prosecutor Umbridge, who is our most popular new officer. I didn't even see you without saying anything. You can't distinguish the active classroom atmosphere from classroom discipline. I really feel sorry for you. But also, This level of popularity among students has probably never occurred in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Then Cyrus took out two double-sided mirrors from the ring, "The production process of the double-sided mirror is too complicated. Although we cannot make a fully functional one at our current level, I want to use it with my own at Hogwarts." A brief text message with friends is still OK. The student who made the relatively most successful two-way mirror at the end of class can take the two sides from my hand."

Then he looked at Umbridge, who was still standing in the middle of the classroom, "Professor Umbridge, do you also want to humbly ask for advice? But I believe that Professor Umbridge's professional level is excellent. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask her." "

Umbridge originally wanted to find fault with Cyrus's teaching, but she was confused as she had never received any alchemy teaching before. The twins put a bright mirror in front of Umbridge, "Professor, can you help us see the errors on these runic carvings?"

Fortunately, Hogwarts still has ancient runes classes, and Umbridge can understand runes. She cast a contemptuous look at Cyrus and then pretended to be confident and said: "It's so wrong. It's used for communication." The double-sided mirror does not require heating runes. It seems that the professionalism of your alchemy professors is indeed as rumored, and this course was randomly added because of a person who should have died long ago. Magic is added for no reason. Ministry’s workload.”

A clear laugh came, "I think the only mistake Mr. Weasley made was asking the wrong people."

Cyrus took a mirror from the hands of the twins, and when the mirror faced Umbridge, a line of text appeared: Just showing off, showing off.

"When making alchemical items, it is indeed necessary to use ancient magic texts to describe them. Each magic text is superimposed in sequence to combine to produce an effect. In this way, the combination and reorganization of each magic text is no longer the same magic text that we are familiar with. The charm of alchemy lies in the interaction of thousands of magic words to produce new and ever-changing effects. As a student of Salazar Slytherin, my professional level is not something that just anyone can question."

Umbridge couldn't look away from the increasingly scarlet eyes, and Cyrus' tone became low and cold, "You are not qualified to evaluate someone who should have died long ago, let alone slander him." The founder of Hogwarts."

Magic vibrations appeared all over Cyrus, and the double-sided mirror in his hand shattered. Suddenly her expression changed, and she looked at Umbridge's face scratched by glass fragments with some panic, "Professor Umbridge, are you okay? The alchemy items made by students are indeed a little unstable. This is normal. .”

Umbridge wanted to step back but found that her whole body was so stiff that she could not move a finger. Just when she was confused, a pair of cold hands touched her face. Touching along the scratched hole, she pressed on the wound with unreserved strength. Umbridge was sweating coldly but couldn't even make a basic sound.

A halo appeared in Cyrus's hand, and the scratches on Umbridge's face stopped bleeding, and there wasn't even a scar at all. The cold voice was like a sharp knife piercing Umbridge's heart, "If you don't control your mouth anymore, I will blow your head apart next time."

Umbridge's face was pale and her palms were sweaty. When she felt that her body could move, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at Cyrus. But her weak legs made her fall to the ground, her hands trembling as she tried to hold onto the wand, "Stay away from me! Attack and threaten members of the Ministry of Magic. I, I have the right to expel you! Catch you in Azkaban." !”

Cyrus stepped closer to Umbridge who was sitting on the ground, ignoring the latter's hysterical shouting. She stretched out her hand and said with a gentle face, "Professor Umbridge, I think you need to go see Madam Pomfrey. "

At that moment Umbridge saw the scarlet color in Cyrus's eyes again, "Stay away from me!"

A spell was emitted from Umbridge's wand, warm blood splashed on her face, and Cyrus' outstretched right arm was blown off by the spell. The flying residual arm circled in the air, and then flew steadily back to Cyrus' other hand. The corners of her mouth formed a perfect arc, and her cold eyes looked condescendingly at Umbridge.

There were exclamations from students all around. Fred took the lead in blocking Cyrus. George took out his wand and tried to stop Cyrus' bleeding. The classroom door was pushed open hard, and Mag's anxious voice came, "What's going on?! Cyrus? What happened to your hand?!"