Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Mag heard the commotion in the classroom in the corridor and rushed in immediately. When she saw Cyrus with his right arm broken and bleeding, he looked around in shock.

Harry and others stood in front of Cyrus. Umbridge was sitting on the ground and pointed her wand at Cyrus. At this time, Hermione said anxiously: "It's her! Professor Umbridge! She suddenly attacked Slater." Professor Lin!”

After coming back to her senses, Umbridge stood up in embarrassment, "You're talking nonsense! She attacked me with the mirror in her hand! She also threatened me with words, and everyone saw it!"

Umbridge looked at Cyrus with red eyes, and saw an intact bright mirror in her right arm. Cyrus patted everyone and walked out of the crowd, "Is Professor Umbridge so straightforward in the way she framed others? Lying in front of everyone is not a good habit."

Then she looked at the students and said, "I'm sorry, today's class ends here."

She looked at McGonagall, and even waved her broken right arm goodbye, "Professor McGonagall, if possible, I will go to Madam Pomfrey to bandage it first."

When Cyrus passed by Umbridge, Umbridge was very sure to see the corners of her mouth raised. Then a joking voice sounded in his heart: You will never learn the correct way to fabricate lies.

"You framed me!"

A magic spell knocked the wand out of her hand, and McGonagall walked to the opposite side of Umbridge with eyes filled with anger, "What on earth is going on, Professor Umbridge!"

"Professor McGonagall! We witnessed the whole process. It was she who suddenly attacked Professor Slytherin." Harry and others also stepped forward, "Professor Slytherin was explaining the two-way mirror to George Fred and the others, Um. Professor Richie insulted Professor Slytherin. After Professor Slytherin's calm retort, she suddenly sat down like a victim. Professor Slytherin was hit by her spell when he tried to help her."

Draco, who was sitting far away, also stood up and walked over, "If I read correctly, she used the spell of falling apart to attack Professor Slytherin."

"Cyrus! Why do you suffer such serious injuries now that you have become a professor?! Come here quickly and come to me as soon as possible, otherwise you will never want your arm again!"

Madam Pomfrey was initially shocked to see Cyrus, who was walking leisurely in the corridor, holding his broken right arm in one hand. Then he anxiously pulled her into the infirmary, looked for suture tools, and treated her wounds.

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey, don't scold me. It was just an accident."

Seeing Cyrus, who was unresponsive to such a serious wound, as if she couldn't feel the pain, Madam Pomfrey sighed, "You kid...did it explode when you were making alchemy?"

"Ah, it was Professor Umbridge who blew my arm off."

"Umbridge? Why does she do this! How dare she! Why doesn't Dumbledore care about anything? Just wait, I'll go find him immediately after I bandage you." Madam Pomfrey defended her like a chicken. She fought against the injustice, and Cyrus couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

"Thank you for sticking up for me like this from the beginning, no matter what I did."

"You are a student of Hogwarts! How can I stand watching this. Oops, the pain-relieving herbs are gone. Just wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Cyrus didn't need any painkillers, but she knew who Madam Pomfrey would go to, so she said nothing.

Sure enough, after seeing Snape who had followed him in, Cyrus picked up his broken right arm and waved to him, "Hello, Severus. Please run one more time."

Madam Pomfrey hit Cyrus on the head with one hand, "Is this a toy?! Just wave it around like this, be careful if you can't sew it up for a while, just keep carrying it forever!"

"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey..."

"Severus, please help me clean her wound, and I'll prepare the medicine."

Snape frowned and looked at Cyrus's bloody right arm, "Every time Professor Slytherin appears, it's really surprising."

"Severus, there's no need to say something sarcastic to me at this time, it hurts me so much..."

Snape had already begun to treat Cyrus's wound, and his tone was still as sharp as ever, "It might be more convincing if Professor Slytherin puts away the stupid smile on his face."

Sure enough, just as Snape thought, Cyrus showed no discomfort at all because the wound was stained with alcohol. "What a monster..." The blood-stained right arm trembled slightly. Cyrus looked at Snape's There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, which was a long-lost call.

After Madam Pomfrey sewed up Cyrus's arm and wrapped it in a thick bandage, Dumbledore and McGonagall walked into the infirmary. Mag looked at Cyrus with a worried expression, "Cyrus, are you okay?"

Cyrus struggled to raise and wave his right hand, but was hit hard on the head by Madam Pomfrey as expected, "It's okay, with the help of Madam Pomfrey and Severus, it's no problem at all. "

Dumbledore was relieved to see that Cyrus was in good spirits and said, "What a reckless boy. Don't do this again."

McGonagall stepped forward and put her hand on Cyrus's shoulder, "We already know the whole story. How could the Ministry of Magic find a mentally disturbed person to come to Hogwarts? What if it hurts the students!"

Cyrus smiled gently, "What about our insane prosecutor?"

"She locked herself in the office, and Dumbledore didn't even knock on the door!"

Cyrus looked at Dumbledore, "Is that so... I think she is whispering to her beloved Minister Fudge. She has not seen him for several months, and she still misses him a lot."

"Haha, I think Minister Fudge, who has been too busy recently, may not be able to spare the time. We are not difficult people to communicate with, right?"

"Then it depends on their sincerity."

Snape, who heard the conversation between the two, twitched in the corner of his eye. Sure enough, how could she be easily hit by the toad's spell.

"Then do you need to take leave these days? I think I can temporarily replace the position of professor of alchemy with my superficial knowledge." Dumbledore touched his beard, Cyrus raised his eyebrows, what are you pretending to be in front of others? Don't think I didn't know you could avoid trouble.

"No need, Principal Dumbledore. It doesn't matter. I just need to find a student to be my teaching assistant to accompany me in the class."

"Then I won't disturb you. Oh, by the way, if Aberforth knows the news, he will definitely break into Hogwarts. You see..."

"It turns out that even our greatest wizard is afraid of people. I will write to him, don't worry, father."

"Haha, okay, then you can rest."

After a few people left, Cyrus also thanked Madam Pomfrey. Snape frowned and looked back at Cyrus who was following him, "Why are Professor Slytherin following me?"

Cyrus pointed to his injured right arm with his chin, "Severus, give me some potion that can help me recover quickly."

"If there is nothing wrong with my eyes, Madam Pomfrey has already given you the Bone Spirit. Besides, Professor Slytherin's entire arm was broken. Do you think it can be as simple as treating a scratch?"

"So you do have a solution. How about I exchange the latest Wolfsbane potion improvement plan with you?"

"If Professor Slytherin can find someone else, I won't need those studies." Snape turned to leave, but Cyrus grabbed his black robe and said, "Just help me for the sake of your colleagues." Help me, Severus." Students passed by in the corridor from time to time, and all their eyes fell on the two of them. Snape pulled back his robe, "Tsk! Follow me!"

Cyrus, who had not entered the potions office for a long time, sat down on the sofa and ignored Snape's stinky face. Snape rummaged through the medicine cabinet for a while, seeming to be extremely impatient, "Since Professor Slytherin is so eager to recover, don't deliberately get tricked in the first place. In the end, it will only cause trouble for others."

"If you don't do something dramatic, how can you convince people?"

Snape was a little surprised by her honesty, but he still spoke mercilessly, "Dramatic? Do you mean the bloody scene where the entire arm is broken? I didn't expect you to be keen on such disgusting scenes."

There were no more sounds from behind, and Snape realized that his words were a bit harsh, so he took some more herbs after careful consideration. He threw the herbs on the table, "I hope that with Professor Slytherin's level of potions, I won't bother my busy colleagues."

A stack of research on Wolfsbane potion floated in front of Snape. Cyrus stood up and skillfully took out Snape's cauldron and began to boil the potion.

"I think - there is no shortage of crucibles in the secret room!"

"You didn't tell me the specific cooking method. If I fail to cook it, I can get new herbs from you right away. How convenient."

Snape waved his hand and put away the crucible, "It is the same as the method of brewing the bone spirit. Just remove the last step and cool the crucible!"

Unexpectedly, Cyrus took out a cauldron from the ring and had no intention of leaving. She picked up the herb and hesitated for a moment before putting it down. She looked back at Snape, whose face was already dripping with ink, "I don't seem to be able to do it with one hand, and the control accuracy with magic is not accurate enough."

Then he calmly sat back on the sofa, controlled the student papers on Snape's desk to float into his hands, and began to review them. "It's okay for me to grade your papers while you help me brew the potion, right? I'm always an overly busy colleague?"

Cyrus watched from the corner of his eye as the man sat motionless on the chair, then awkwardly walked to the crucible and started handling the herbs. Sir is so cute.

Cyrus quickly finished reviewing the paper. At this time, Snape was already immersed in brewing the potion and did not notice Cyrus' gaze. The long-lost potion room was filled with the unique bitter smell of herbs, the beeping sound of the potion in the crucible, the potion bottle being wiped until it shined, and the figure with its back to him all made Cyrus feel extremely at ease.

His consciousness was blurred, his eyes gradually closed, and Cyrus had a sweet dream for a long time.

"Okay, Professor Slytherin, please don't disturb me anymore." After packing the potion, Snape turned around and found Cyrus sleeping soundly. He clicked his tongue and walked near the sofa to try to call Cyrus.

The girl was leaning on the sofa, showing off her perfect body curves. Her long black hair hung down from her forehead, lining her white neck. Snape's eyes traveled across her narrow eyelashes, rosy cheeks, slightly raised corners of her mouth, and finally landed on the delicately exposed collarbone.

Snape's Adam's apple twitched, his breathing became heavier, and his hands uncontrollably wanted to touch the girl's white and delicate cheeks. Feeling strange, Cyrus gradually woke up and saw the man's figure while his consciousness was still blurry, "Sir?"

Cyrus, who was gradually waking up, saw Snape standing in front of him with cold eyes, "Sorry, Severus. I accidentally fell asleep."

The man's words made her wake up instantly, "What did you just call me?"

"What time is it now, Severus?" Cyrus continued calmly, as if he had just woken up, and yawned without caring about the image.

"...Dinner time is almost here, and I think Professor Slytherin has something of his own to do."

Cyrus picked up the potion and waved it at Snape, "Thank you Professor Snape for the potion. Do you want to go to the auditorium for dinner together?" The door of the potion office opened automatically. Under Snape's disgusting face, Cyrus said Si left quickly.

Cyrus went to the principal's office after leaving the potions office. Now appearing in the auditorium will only arouse constant questions from the students. Cyrus used magic spells to accurately cut the steak on the table while controlling the brush to write letters. Dumbledore was eating strawberry cake across from him, "Cyrus, focus on eating first."

Cyrus didn't even raise his head, "Are you eating sweets as a meal? Mr. is very busy recently. Let's see who will make a tooth-strengthening potion for you."

"Haha, don't be so strict with an old man."

Cyrus packed up the letters one by one and looked at Fox, who was resting on a branch. "Fox, can you help me deliver the letters? Recently, the Ministry of Magic is monitoring letters, and Cool and the others are still helping to rebuild the Slytherin mansion. "

Fox was preening his feathers. He tapped his tail feathers with his beak and cried dissatisfiedly at Cyrus, "Don't be so stingy. I'll be gentler to you from now on. How about that?"

After Cyrus talked for a long time, Fox reluctantly shouted, took the letter in his mouth and disappeared in the firelight.

Cyrus leaned on the armchair, took out a few bottles of tooth health elixir from the ring and placed them on the table. Dumbledore rarely pushed the sweets in front of him, "Anyway, Ms. Umbridge is magic. Member of the Ministry, Cyrus, you must keep a good balance."

"I can't understand more and more why you are willing to seal yourself in a small school. Saints can't save everyone after all. Haven't you ever thought about it, maybe it would be better if it wasn't Grindelwald who lost the duel. Even if you become In order to be the savior of everyone, the saint turned into a confused old man in the face of interests and desires."

Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "Then why did Professor Slytherin make the same choice as me? Entering Hogwarts has become a shackles for you.

Cyrus curled his lips, "It's not easy to become colleagues with your husband. I don't want to let this opportunity go..."

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus with a smile, "Miss Foley said something very interesting about her boss when she applied to join the Order of the Phoenix, with a sharp kindness. I think it suits you very well."

"You can get their heartfelt support through some trivial help, so why not do it. I'm leaving, it's my turn to watch the night today."

"Cyrus, do you still find it painful to be alive now?"

Dumbledore's sudden words made Cyrus pause. Dumbledore saw that his daughter, who had her back turned to him, seemed to shake her head slightly. "By the way, why can't you arrange for me to patrol the night with my husband?" Cyrus stopped staying and left the principal's office.

Early the next morning, Cyrus heard a noise outside the door, "Damn it, is it here?! Why didn't you respond? Braised eggs. Braised eggs! Braised eggs!!!"

The furious Umbridge's voice became louder and louder. After she shouted no less than ten times, the stone door opened quietly, and Cyrus appeared with a smile on his face, "Professor Umbridge, what's the matter with coming to me so early?" ?But, I like your bravery, haha."

Umbridge looked at Cyrus's hand wrapped in plaster bandage, the resentment in her eyes was not hidden at all, and she said in a suppressed tone: "Minister Fudge is waiting for...you!"

Cyrus, who came to Umbridge's office, couldn't help but frown, "Professor Umbridge's taste is really hard to compliment."

Then he looked at Fudge, who had an ugly expression on his face, "I'm really flattered that Minister Fudge came all the way through the night."

Fudge scolded Cyrus thousands of times in his heart. If he had been a little later, news of various attacks on the Ministry of Magic would have appeared. He originally wanted to annex the Slytherin family property with other purebloods when Cyrus entered Azkaban, but he didn't expect that all the property had already been transferred to the Foley family, and the little girl in that family was not easy to mess with at all.

In addition, since Cyrus entered Azkaban, various officials of the Ministry of Magic have been exposed to bad news one after another. They either resigned due to the blame or did not dare to do anything against Slytherin. What method did she use? !

The Director of the Legal Enforcement Department has been in the limelight recently, and he can't spare the time to confront Dumbledore. Unexpectedly, something happened to Umbridge again. Various coincidences convinced Fudge that it was Cyrus who did it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Isn’t it just relying on the three fathers behind him? Sooner or later I will make you regret it. Fudge thought of all the things he could say against Cyrus.