Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The next day, almost half of the students were late for their classes. When the professors asked, they found that their students looked haggard, and said weakly, as if their souls were out of body, "It's okay, Professor, I just studied too late."

During lunch, Ron fell down on the dining table. He looked at Harry, who was applying medicine to his face with a bruised face. "I really thought I was going to die... I just watched you training and didn't feel it. Why is she so scary, Cyrus?" She really wants to kill us! Call a basilisk to fight us. After all, how many more of those things does she have!? No wonder that kid is so strong..."

Harry's mouth hurts when he opens his mouth. Yesterday, he, Cedric, and Draco received special care from Fangs. "Just get used to it... Cyrus happened to tell us to rest for a few days. Umbridge will definitely do it." Find ways to take revenge on us."

"I don't think so. She locks herself in the office all day now and doesn't even attend class. It's the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Professor Snape taught us. I've seen that Umbridge will be taken down in a few days. Get kicked out of Hogwarts."

"Hermione, don't mention Snape. He is just as scary as Cyrus. But did you see it? I caught a glimpse of the bandage hidden under his collar. Why do you think he was injured too?"

Harry picked up the cold juice and put it on his face, "Hey...it couldn't have been Cyrus too, right?"

Ron nodded thoughtfully, "I think so. There is no one else in Hogwarts she dares to fight. Sooner or later, Principal Dumbledore will also suffer disaster."

Within a few days, Umbridge left Hogwarts with her luggage. According to Cyrus, he went back to his hometown to find a job.

After Snape returned to the office after class, he heard a knock on the door, "Professor Slytherin won't come to fight with me again after he recovers from his injury."

Opening the door, she found Cyrus standing in front of the door. She bent over and slipped through Snape's arm blocking the door and entered the office. "Can't I come and see you if I have nothing to do?"

Snape frowned, "You have something to say."

"I'll take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Snape is already very busy. It wouldn't be good if he gets sick from exhaustion."

Snape snorted coldly, "There is no need to worry about Professor Slytherin, I am not as fragile as you think."

"No."

"If I don't agree, what can you do? Are you going to drag me into a fight like before?"

Cyrus said with an indifferent expression: "If I forcefully snatch it from you, what can you do?"

Snape seemed to have heard a big joke, "You are trying to rob me? Are you going to rob students? It's really ridiculous."

The next day, Snape came to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and heard Cyrus's voice, "Then I will temporarily serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to teach you..."

"Nonsense!" Snape reached for the handle, and when he exerted force, the handle fell off. No matter whether he pushed or pulled the door, he could not open it.

"Cyrus Slytherin! Open the door for me now!"

A student in the classroom raised his hand, "Professor Slytherin, someone seems to be calling you outside the door."

Cyrus came to the gramophone on the table, and the song that was enough to drown out the sounds outside the door came out, "You heard it wrong."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students who opened the door were startled by the gloomy-looking Snape in front of the door. Snape glanced past the students and looked at Cyrus, who was smiling and looking unbeatable, "Hello there. , Professor Snape. Hey, isn’t your Potions class next? Does the strict Professor Snape want to be late?”

Snape glared at her, threw up his black robe and left. When Cyrus was taking an alchemy class in the afternoon, a bottle of potion suddenly appeared in the cabinet when she opened the drawer to get the props. A lot of foam emerged from the bottle and sprayed on her face and even all over her body. The twins looked at Cyrus who looked like a snowman and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, who can actually play a prank on Professor Slytherin?"

"Yeah... who is it..." Cyrus wiped the foam off his face with a gentle tone, a smile filling his eyes, and the twins were silent. Unexpectedly, there were more and more foam on her body, which could not be wiped off. "Hermione, keep an eye on it for me while I go clean it."

A deep voice came from the side of Cyrus as he walked out of the classroom, "It turns out that Professor Slytherin has a hobby of pretending to be a snowman in class. It's really eye-opening."

The snowman in front of Snape hesitated for a moment, then quickly rushed to Snape and hugged him. "Hey! Are you crazy?" Cyrus rubbed against Snape, but Snape couldn't push him away. Cyrus looked at the snowman who was a head taller than him with satisfaction, "It's really interesting. A prank, Professor Snape."

After Cyrus succeeded, she ran away quickly, "If you don't want to be seen by the students, go and clean it quickly, eh!" She felt her legs were suddenly pulled by something, and she fell to the ground. Snape withdrew his wand. Leave satisfied. "Professor Slytherin himself sweeping the floors, what a delightful sight."

During dinner, the two professors were sitting far apart but looked at each other from time to time. To be more precise, Snape was glaring at Cyrus, while Cyrus had a bright smile on his face. Snape cut a piece of mutton chop and put it into his mouth, but his movements suddenly stiffened. The original mutton chop disappeared as if it never existed, and Snape bit on the fork.

And a figure in the distance was trembling and snickering, "Cyrus, what's wrong with you?" Professor McGonagall was confused beside Cyrus. Cyrus wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I suddenly thought of a very funny thing. It’s just a matter of fact.”

Then he took out a glass of fire whiskey from the ring and drank it. The taste was more spicy than before. Cyrus turned his head stiffly and looked at Snape. "Cyrus...your hair..." Professor McGonagall pointed to the top of Cyrus' head in surprise. Cyrus frowned and took out the mirror.

Her black hair began to change color from the top of her head, transitioning from white to blue and then to red. With her rainbow-colored hair, Cyrus immediately became the focus of the entire auditorium.

"I just use a magic potion that I can't see with my eyes..."

Snape glanced at Cyrus' hair and a victorious smile formed on his lips. When he walked to the center of the auditorium, a water balloon appeared above his head. Harry was stunned when he saw Snape washing the hair of all the students during the performance. Cyrus gave a thumbs up to Snape who turned around, "It's not very harmful, it's very insulting, nice!"

McGonagall pursed her lips, "Cyrus, did you and Professor Snape have a fight?"

"Huh? We love each other very much."

"Then why are your hair standing on end..." The corners of Cyrus's mouth twitched, and Snape's figure had already left.

Snape, who arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom early in the morning, opened the door smoothly. He looked around and carefully entered the room after confirming that it was safe. "It's so early. Did Professor Snape bring me a plate of breakfast?" Cyrus, wearing a wizard hat, emerged from the tent. "It's a novel experience to change places to sleep occasionally."

Snape sneered, "I didn't know Professor Slytherin was so enthusiastic about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Why should he cover up his new hairstyle when it's so unique?"

"It's not as beautiful as Professor Snape's flowing long hair."

Snape stepped closer to Cyrus, "It seems that Professor Slytherin is having a lot of fun."

"I have to say that Professor Snape gave me an interesting experience of playing tricks with my friends and playing pranks on each other."

"I have no interest in messing around with you. If Professor Slytherin has the leisure to sleep in the classroom, then I won't disturb him."

Snape just walked out of the classroom. Cyrus couldn't help but wonder, is it so easy? Just after turning around and walking a few steps, a strong feeling of sleepiness hit him, and Cyrus closed his eyes and fell to the ground. At this time, Snape walked into the room again, controlled Cyrus who had fallen asleep and threw her into the tent again.

Just as he approached the tent and was about to cast a spell on the tent to send it to the Quidditch pitch, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar and led him into the tent. "You really have a large dose of colorless and odorless sleeping gas, but my resistance to this experimental drug is not generally high."

Cyrus held Snape's wand hand behind his back with one hand and pushed him down. His eyes wandered over the man. He put his other hand into the black robe and rubbed it. She took out a small glass bottle. Putting the open glass bottle to the tip of Snape's nose, "Why don't we compare, who can't hold it up first?"

"Is your brain abnormal? That bottle is not!" Cyrus, who noticed Snape's blushing face, brought the vial closer and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose. A strong herbal smell hit him.

"You...have nothing to do with the gas love potion..."

The two of them were confused at the moment. Snape turned away his eyes and tried his best to suppress it: "That is the concentrated gas of the distilled love potion. It was confiscated from other students... You idiot! Put it away quickly..."

After inhaling two medicines one after another, Cyrus could no longer control his body, and the glass bottle fell from his hand. "I have been careful for so many years, but I didn't expect to fall into the trap of sir."

Snape stood up and wanted to push Cyrus away, but the movement of standing up brought the two closer. The moment their noses touched, it was like an electric current swept through his body, and the blue eyes in front of him were blurred. Snape turned red and quickly looked away, "I have the antidote in my office."

Before he finished speaking, there was a moist and soft touch on his cheek. The girl's kiss drifted to his ear. She breathed softly and said in a hoarse and sexy voice, "Severus, my antidote."

The snow-white soft chest rubbed against him, Snape's breathing gradually became heavier, and the sweet but not greasy fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. He was on the verge of losing control at any time.

"gentlemen."

Cyrus' face flushed and his body went limp. As soon as the two words came out, Snape's breath froze. He put his hands on the girl's slender waist, all his rationality collapsed, and kissed her plump red lips.

Pure contact is far from enough to fill the endless desire. The lower lips are close to each other, and the lips and tongues are chasing each other. With uncontrollable passion, the two people's kiss is hot and lingering. Snape's big and powerful palms were clasped behind Cyrus's head, greedily searching for her breath and exploring every corner vigorously.

"Cyrus..." Snape murmured over and over again, his eyes full of love. In the dim tent, the air was thick with moisture, and even Cyrus's bright and lively eyes were also stained with moisture. The passions in the two people's hearts collided wantonly, and the ambiguity was unbridled, making people lack of oxygen.

Snape's lips and teeth moved to his ears, licking and biting gently, and his neck and collarbone became the man's property.

A knock on the door broke the beauty, and the two people's numb nerves finally recovered a little. "Professor Slytherin, are you in there? Strange, there are no classes today?"

The students outside the door heard a commotion in the room, and after a while the classroom door was opened. In the classroom with the windows wide open, Cyrus and Snape stood calmly, very far apart, with beads of sweat on their foreheads. Cyrus put his hands behind his back and said simply, "You study by yourself first, I'll be back later."

The two left in a tacit understanding and quickly. A young wizard looked at their backs and said, "Professor Slytherin has something to do, why is Professor Snape so anxious?"

The two people quickly returned to the potions office without saying a word. Snape rummaged through the medicine cabinet, no longer as calm as before, and his chest heaved violently. Cyrus's hands behind his back were clasped with red palms, hoping that the pain would awaken his little reason. In the past, Cyrus wouldn't have cared about any intimacy between the two of them, but not now.

Snape drank the antidote first and threw another bottle on the sofa. He closed his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts, but the scene just now lingered. Not enough, not enough...

After drinking the antidote, Cyrus felt a little complicated. It was all because of the braised egg. The long-lost closeness with his husband was actually due to the effect of the love potion. "Oh, I'm going to class first, Professor Snape..."

The passionate kiss fell again, the tip of the smooth tongue rolled into the mouth, and Cyrus's mind went blank. Just when her mind sank again, the man suddenly let go of her.

Snape's Adam's apple rolled twice, he took a deep breath, and tightened his hands hanging by his side. He raised his head slightly and closed his eyes to calm down the turbulence in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his usual calm and cold attitude, as if it was not him who had just lost his mind.

Cyrus covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and returned to his usual gentleness and grace when he stood up. "The effectiveness of the antidote varies from person to person. I went to class."

The two people, whose hearts were also in turmoil, had no more words to say. Cyrus opened the classroom door with a calm face, "Today we are going to learn how to kiss...and how to deal with vampires."

Snape's potions class in the afternoon was also unusually busy. The little wizards found that Professor Snape, who used to be venomous and sharp in words, no longer bothered with them. Even after a student blew up the cauldron, he just calmly cleaned up and buttoned it. Got points. There was even a moment when they noticed that the professor was distracted.

After the night watch, Cyrus returned to the secret room and found a box of potions on the table in the laboratory. One was a wound potion made by Snape in the past and the other was an antidote for Cyrus' hair. Cyrus picked up the ointment and smeared it on the palm of his hand, with a happy smile on his lips, "Send me away with two bottles of potion, and I'll kiss your mouth until I get the chance."

The childish fight between the two professors ended, and Cyrus became the temporary professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts as he wished. In order to take care of Snape's little mood, Cyrus distanced the two of them and acted a little distant.

She understood that her husband would not want anyone to haunt him after what happened without recovering his memory.

One night, when Cyrus was returning to the castle from the Forbidden Forest, three figures ran towards him. Harry was holding a mirror anxiously, Hermione's eyes were a little red, and Ron was also very anxious.

"Cyrus! Something happened to Mr. Weasley, someone attacked him at the Ministry of Magic!"

Cyrus took Harry's mirror, and Sirius appeared in the mirror, "Cyrus, the earrings you gave me just kept heating up but no basilisk appeared. I thought about contacting Arthur, but there was no reply. As a result , oh, you’d better come here!”

Cyrus frowned deeply at this time, and his eyes were dim as if he had been sprinkled with a layer of dust. "You guys go back to the dormitory first. I'll go over and take a look."

"Cyrus, we're with you!"

Before anyone could finish speaking, Cyrus shouted in the direction of the principal's office, "Fox!" After a burst of fire, Cyrus disappeared.