Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The more Fudge thought about it, the angrier he became. He and Slytherin had already broken up, and they didn't care about their friendship. "The Ministry of Magic will announce the withdrawal of the charges against you tomorrow, but I need pure blood to target Burns."

Cyrus raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Director of the Legal Enforcement Department, the limelight has even overshadowed you recently. Tsk, tsk, I was imprisoned with those Death Eaters in Azkaban, and was exposed to the public by your loyal subordinates. The attack on...Azkaban can certainly be big or small, and the attack on me can also be big or small."

Cyrus turned to look at Umbridge, whose face was red from holding back, "No! Minister, it's her..." Fudge's knuckles turned white and he glared at Umbridge fiercely, "Shut up!" Then He took a deep breath and said, "10% of the Ministry of Magic's profits this year will be given to Slytherin. This is the highest price I can give. Don't forget that the prophecy about you is still in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Doesn't the fact that the Ministry of Magic has not released all the prophecies mean that you are not sure whether the prophecies are true or false, or that you want to hide something? The prophecies will be detrimental to me, but I think that the Ministry of Magic will not hide it in the end. Feel good."

"You! What conditions do you have?!"

Cyrus picked up a quill on Umbridge's desk. "Actually, it's nothing special. Apart from the above conditions, it's just a small request. Professor Umbridge went too far. I almost lost one." Even though her hands were gone, she still lied and slandered me. I hope she can write a heartfelt apology. It’s only 12 inches long, so it’s not too much.”

Then the quill in her hand floated in front of Umbridge, "Write now."

Umbridge looked at Fudge for help, but the latter didn't look at her at all and said impatiently: "Write as you are told!"

Umbridge swallowed, sat down, picked up another pen, and tried to get away with it, but the pen in her hand was cut off at the next moment. The original quill floated over again, "Just use this one."

Umbridge hesitantly picked up the quill, but couldn't put it down. Cyrus's joking voice came, "It seems that Minister Fudge's subordinates are not willing to pay such a small price for your career. I think it will be the delivery time for major newspapers in less than 20 minutes, right?"

Several cat glass plates on the office wall were pushed to the ground by Fudge angrily, and with the sound of shattering, Fudge's roars also came out one after another, "Write it for me in 10 minutes, or you will never come back to the Ministry of Magic!"

Umbridge did not dare to hesitate any longer, and put a hand on her shoulders as she started writing, "It may be a bit difficult for Professor Umbridge to write an apology letter in 10 minutes. Let's make it simple and just write: I promise not to lie again. Isn't this what Professor Umbridge has been teaching her students? Start and I'll time it for you."

Umbridge, who had a trace of luck in her heart, was completely desperate. She tremblingly began to write on the parchment. Then scars appeared on the back of her hands, gradually climbing up her wrists and spreading throughout her arms. Unable to bear the pain any longer, Umbridge burst into tears, but her hands seemed to be controlled by someone and couldn't stop.

Cyrus's face appeared on the opposite side, "What's wrong, Dolores? It's still far away from 12 inches..."

Umbridge's palms were all sweaty, and she felt dizzy. "No, it's okay. Professor Slytherin."

Ten minutes later, Cyrus looked with satisfaction at the parchment in his hand that had "I promise not to lie again" written all over it. Umbridge sobbed to cover the scars on the back of her hand, and she was about to faint from the pain.

Cyrus snapped his fingers and said, "Kool, tell Kate there's no need to send the newspaper." Then he extended his hand to Fudge, "Nice to see you again, Secretary Fudge."

Fudge did not shake hands with Cyrus. He said to Umbridge, "Don't let me know what you messed up again!" and walked into the fireplace and disappeared.

Cyrus sat directly on her desk and glanced at Umbridge's embarrassed appearance, and then used the levitating spell to bind the confessions to the wall one by one. "Don't worry, Professor Umbridge, if your minister knows about the Dementors, I will ask Dumbledore to give you a job cleaning the school toilets. This time Fudge goes back, do you think you will still be that person?" Is he now a prosecutor who can call all the shots? Will he let a subordinate who may bring him stigma have any real power anymore?”

She looked at the autographs written by Umbridge on the wall with satisfaction, jumped off the desk and slowly walked towards Umbridge with a kind smile, "So, don't be so arrogant in other people's territory."

After Cyrus left, the quill on the table suddenly broke.

Cyrus, who was feeling happy, met Snape in the corridor and said, "Professor Snape, good morning."

Snape frowned at Cyrus' bright smile, "It seems that the Ministry of Magic is full of sincerity, which makes Professor Slytherin so happy."

Cyrus walked to Snape and nodded, "How does Professor Snape know?"

"Early in the morning, there was a noisy voice shouting braised eggs outside the door. It was hard for me not to hear it."

"Haha, do you like this password? But Professor Snape doesn't need to shout the password. You can enter the secret room at any time."

Cyrus kept calling him Professor Snape, which made him a little irritated. He was still called by his Christian name yesterday, so why did he change it today. Dispelling his doubts about why he would be entangled in such a trivial matter, he walked slowly and calmly, "I have some questions about Wolfsbane Potion. I hope Professor Slytherin has time to answer it for me."

"You can come to me anytime and go have breakfast."

"No, I'm going to prepare lessons."

When Snape reached the corner, Cyrus grabbed his arm and turned the corner. "There is only Potions class in the afternoon today. Skipping breakfast is not a good habit."

Until he was pinned down by Cyrus at the table in the auditorium, Snape was still wondering why he was dragged here by her like this. A cup of black coffee was placed in Snape's hand. "The potion you made is indeed much better. It is estimated that I will be completely cured in another two weeks."

Snape picked up the knife and cut the bacon on the plate. From the corner of his eye, he saw many students staring at him, as if he didn't dare to think about it. He snorted coldly, and the uneasiness in his heart was dispelled, "I wonder why Professor Slytherin is in the mood to have dinner with me. Please don't use your colleagues to avoid students' care."

An omelette and a few sausages were placed on Snape's plate by Cyrus. "Just help me. I'm not very good at accepting other people's kindness. It will give me unnecessary illusions."

Snape took the coffee naturally, "Oh? What kind of illusion?"

"There are still beautiful illusions in this world." The eyes as clear as the sea were stained with fog, and Snape couldn't see the emotions flowing in the girl's eyes for a while.

"I guess that doesn't suit you."

"why?"

Snape said nothing. He quickly finished the food on his plate and stood up to leave. He obviously has a bright future, is strong and has a noble status, but he takes the initiative to get involved with Voldemort. He hates people who lead to self-destruction.

Umbridge has become more peaceful recently, basically avoiding Cyrus and not daring to provoke other professors. But she didn't want to give up just like that. She needed to win back Fudge's trust, and the target moved to Harry and others.

As Cyrus said, Umbridge is now just a name without any real power. Fudge will not specifically announce her resignation to slap himself in the face. He also needs Umbridge to cause trouble for Dumbledore at school.

With Cyrus' charges being dropped by the Ministry of Magic, and Umbridge becoming the most disliked presence in the school after the attack, her scaremongering no longer worked so well.

However, she still represents the Ministry of Magic after all, and Harry and his DA club still need to hide from Umbridge. Umbridge also noticed the suspicious whereabouts of Harry and others. But she and Filch followed several people at night many times to try to figure out what they were doing, but they couldn't find any flaws. Then she planned to find students to defeat each one, but the progress was not smooth, so she approached Snape.

"Veritaserum? Why would Professor Umbridge need an illegal drug used when interrogating prisoners?"

Snape stood at the door of the Potions Office with a cold expression, showing no intention of letting Umbridge enter the room. Umbridge gently pushed her curly hair behind her ears with her gloved hands, and said in a delicate and soft tone, "I only need a little, I want to use it for my own research."

"I think the Ministry of Magic has its own potion storage." As Snape was about to close the door, Umbridge put one hand on the door. "I think as a prosecutor, I can inspect anything in Hogwarts." Teaching supplies, including potions!”

"Then I hope Professor Umbridge can get the relevant approval before checking. You know, there are always some uneasy and well-intentioned people who want to steal the potion."

Snape refused to give in and taunted Umbridge again. She had no choice but to use the last resort, "There are always some stupid students in Gryffindor who wantonly violate school rules, especially Mr. Potter. I think Professor Snape doesn't mind a little punishment."

Snape raised his eyebrows and closed the door, only to open it again a few minutes later. He took out a small bottle of potion and handed it to Umbridge, "Professor Umbridge, please use it with caution. There is not much stock of Veritaserum."

Umbridge took the potion politely on the surface, but cursed Snape for being stingy inwardly.

After she left, Snape closed the office door and looked at Cyrus, who was sitting on the sofa with a look on his face, "Is the purpose of Professor Slytherin's uninvited visit these days just to watch the show?"

"I didn't expect you to give her the potion, Snape, you are so evil-minded."

Snape spread his hands, "Anyway, Professor Slytherin came to the rescue in the end. It can give you something to do when you have been doing nothing all day, so why not do it?"

Cyrus sighed with a sad look on his face, "Facing Professor Snape's obvious temptation is really sad."

"What does it mean?"

"Did Voldemort make you do this? Trying to determine my side."

Snape looked directly at Cyrus and his tone became deeper, "Not entirely. Professor Slytherin's uncertainty makes everyone very distressed."

"Oh, Professor Snape has been brewing soul potions more frequently recently. Is Voldemort starting to get anxious too?"

Snape said nothing, and Cyrus continued to ask: "Besides asking you to monitor me, what other orders did he give?"

Snape frowned, trying to find the answer in Cyrus's eyes, "Whose side are you on? Normally Dumbledore would not let you do this."

"Which side...you mean Voldemort and Dumbledore? I'm sorry that I don't stand on either side of them. Even if Professor Snape doesn't say it, I can probably guess what the order he gave you is." , but if Professor Snape says it himself, I am more willing to cooperate."

Cyrus curled his lips after not seeing Snape's answer for a long time, "Did you tell Voldemort about Angus?" His blue eyes stared at Snape, and there were other emotions in the suppressed anger in his eyes, "Severus , did you tell him?"

Snape panicked for some reason. It was indeed not him who told Voldemort. Voldemort already knew about it when he investigated. He was not sure which of the Death Eaters told Voldemort. Just when he didn't know how to answer, he heard the girl's breath of relief, "It would be better if it wasn't you."

"I can recognize the awkward way you act after we've been together for so long. It seems like he wants you to investigate more information about me. It's been so long since school started and I've been hanging around you every day. Why haven't you taken any action at all?"

"The wonderful performances of Professor Slytherin and Professor Umbridge are enough for me to watch the show."

Cyrus couldn't help laughing, "It's really an honor, but this kind of thing cannot satisfy Voldemort. I think you know that even if you can brew soul potion and spy on Dumbledore and me, if you don't hand over some Substantive content will also be punished.”

"Tsk, I guess that's not Miss Slytherin's concern."

Cyrus waved his hand and summoned two glasses of Firewhiskey, "I don't want my colleague to take leave after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, and I have to teach for him."

Seeing Snape push away the wine glass floating in front of him indifferently, Cyrus first drank the whiskey in his hand and then took the other glass, "Let me think about it...Witt, you know, I learned from Poacher The child rescued from his hands. It turned out that I was the same as him. Later, I killed all the people in the circus and took Angus to a small town. Then I also killed the guardian at the time, and was later found and taken by Dumbledore. Here comes Hogwarts. That’s all I’ve ever been.”

Then she pointed to her eyes again, "I have the ability to create illusions. I think Voldemort already knows this, but if you tell him, it will make him more sure. Pink Toad was tricked because of the illusions I created, plus A little hint, but after using the ability, you will fall into..."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Snape interrupted Cyrus with a suppressed and angry voice. The past in her words had already shocked Snape. Not to mention that she was used by poachers, was killing someone so simple in her eyes? He actually took the initiative to confess his abilities to himself. Although Snape himself had some guesses, he couldn't understand why Cyrus took the initiative to confess his weaknesses.

"I was just drinking too much and chatting with Professor Snape. This information is actually irrelevant. You can't let Voldemort trust a person with no weaknesses. The reason why I studied soul repair potions is because my own soul has already been It's dilapidated, but not as serious as Voldemort's... I guess."

"You have to gain his trust. I don't think Dumbledore will suddenly place another person next to him now."

Cyrus shook his head and said with a serious face: "I don't need his trust, and he won't trust anyone. I just want to ensure the safety of Professor Snape at all times."

Snape stood up and returned to his desk, losing some desire to continue exploring Cyrus's secrets. "I think Professor Slytherin is drunk. Don't come to my place and act drunk."

Cyrus stood up and stretched, and naturally took a lot of herbs from the potion cabinet. "I took these as intelligence fees. I think Professor Snape will come up with an appropriate excuse to prevent Voldemort from letting him go." Suspicious."

"You want to use my mouth to get close to him, what is your purpose?" Snape closed the potion cabinet and stood in front of Cyrus. He was sure he caught the sadness in Cyrus's eyes, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"There is a man whom I want to bring back to life."

"That...dog? I never imagined that for a beast, the great heir would risk everyone's lives as prophesied..."

"There should be many people who want to tear your mouth apart, Snape." Cyrus interrupted Snape directly. He seemed to be sullen for only a moment, and her rising tone was quickly controlled by her. Only The hands holding the herbs were veined.

Snape raised his head slightly and raised his eyebrows. He felt something strange about Cyrus. But he didn't want to miss this opportunity to test. As long as he angered her a little more, there would be flaws.

The mystery of Cyrus seemed to have a fatal attraction for him. That strange and vague feeling pulled Snape to spray venom continuously, "It means that I got the truth right. Forget it, I can never understand a monster." idea.”

As Snape's words blurted out from his mouth, the blue fire gradually enveloped him and spread to the medicine cabinet behind him. Cyrus' gentle smile turned extremely cold, "Days like this are really unbearable."

The heat of the fire around him and the cold and desperate words of the girl made Snape's heart tighten, and the space around him was distorted the moment he pulled out the wand. Snape was grabbed by Cyrus and apparated to an empty lawn. A curse was directed towards Snape's door. The moment he pulled out his wand to block the curse, a giant snake with faint blue fire swept over him. He surrounded.

"If you don't want to die, use all your skills."