Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

When Cyrus showed up at the Black mansion, Sirius, Moody and others were there. But the atmosphere was a little weird. Cyrus looked at everyone in silence and saw Arthur who was only slightly injured on the sofa.

Mrs. Weasley stepped forward with red eyes and hugged Cyrus, "Dear, I don't know how to thank you. I don't know how to apologize to you..."

Cyrus gently patted her back. Her fingertips were frighteningly cold, and her face was frighteningly stiff. Arthur also stood up and said with a guilty look on his face: "Thank you, Cyrus. I..."

"fine."

The simple words made Jasmine hug him tighter, and Cyrus shook his head at Arthur, "It's okay, I know. Just be okay, Mr. Arthur."

Tonks supported Jasmine, and Cyrus gave Arthur a look. After hesitating for a moment, Arthur took out a broken earring from his pocket and was about to say something when Cyrus left first.

"Mr. Arthur, please go and rest first. Mrs. Weasley is still a little shaken. Sirius seems to have something to say to me."

Arthur shook Cyrus's hand firmly and went upstairs with Jasmine. Cyrus walked to the sofa and sat down, the ring flashing, she took out a large bone rod and put it on Sirius' lap, "I discussed this with Remus, and he told me that this is your favorite apology gift. "

"Oh, thank you very much."

Sirius hit Lupine, who was silent on the side. Cyrus looked at Moody and Tonks, "Who did Voldemort send?"

Cyrus's calm and gentle tone made Tonks dare not answer. Moody sat down on crutches, "First a snake tried to attack Arthur, and then your basilisk appeared and a man was about to be killed by the basilisk. When he was killed, he showed up and took it away. When the man escaped, everyone in the Ministry of Magic saw it. It was the missing Barty Crouch Jr.... I don't know what curse he used. When we passed by, the basilisk was completely charred. .”

"How did he get into the Ministry of Magic? A snake can sneak into the Ministry of Magic. How could he appear in an instant?"

"They arranged the portkeys in advance. There is a traitor in the Ministry!"

Seeing that Moody stopped talking, Sirius couldn't help but said: "That's all? Why can't you tell her?!"

"you shut up!"

Seeing the two of them arguing, Cyrus frowned, "What can't you tell me? What else did Voldemort do?"

Sirius grabbed Cyrus's shoulder, hesitated for a moment and then said in a serious tone, "Cyrus, I don't want to hide it from you. But you must promise me that you won't..."

A heavy knocking sound interrupted Sirius, and Moody picked up the cane, "You don't even listen to Dumbledore's orders!"

"Is there any use in concealing it? Cyrus has helped us so much, shouldn't we know everything?"

Seeing Sirius also take out his wand, two water barriers appeared around them, "If it's something I shouldn't know, I won't interfere. We have class tomorrow, and I will ask you to brew some potion for Mr. Arthur." of."

Cyrus stood up and put the earrings back into the ring, "Kreacher, can you take me back to Hogwarts?"

"It's an ear!"

Sirius spoke before Cyrus left,

"ear?"

Cyrus let go of Kreacher's hand and looked at Moody, "What one ear?" Moody's throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just closed his mouth silently.

He took out a beautifully decorated gift box and threw it on the table, then glared at Sirius, "Don't blame me for not stopping you then!"

Cyrus opened the gift box and found a human ear lying quietly inside. The cut part of the ear is flat and somewhat soft to the touch, as it was just cut off.

"We thought it was the ear of a member of the Order of the Phoenix at first, but after contacting everyone, they were all safe. After giving it to Dumbledore, he just said not to let you know... Cyrus, if it belongs to your friend, I Come with you to save him! Don’t act alone anymore.”

Cyrus could no longer hear Sirius's words, and her eyes stopped at the gap in her ear. The gap was not a recent injury. The surrounding flesh had long since grown. It was only because the piece of flesh had fallen off and could not be repaired that the gap was formed.

She reached out and took it out, rubbing her fingers behind her ears and feeling a strange pit. She turned over it slowly, and several crooked marks appeared: alive and painful. Cyrus' breath froze after she saw the engraved handwriting clearly. The emotions in her eyes trembled violently. She couldn't help but tremble, and her knuckles holding on to the table turned white with so much force.

"Living... is the most painful thing... ha..."

Cyrus's eyes were full of complicated emotions, and the corners of her mouth were raised in a weird way. She looked at Moody stiffly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where did you find it?"

Moody's expression was solemn. He had clearly felt the uncontrollable magic power leaking out of Cyrus, and he tightened his grip on the crutch. There was a high probability that he would be unable to do anything to her even if he told her to be here.

"Where did you find it!?" Cyrus was no longer calm at this time. She rushed forward and grabbed Moody's collar to use Legilimency.

"That Crouch dropped it!" Tonks shouted and stood in front of Moody, "Barty Crouch Jr.! He did it!"

"Cyrus, let's go together. Don't think of leaving me behind this time!"

Sirius pressed on Cyrus' shoulders, and it took him a long time to pull Cyrus away. He felt the girl's whole body trembling, and her hands as cold as an ice cell pushed his hand away, "Kreacher, take me back to Hogwarts."

Lupine finally spoke, "Sirius, let Cyrus go back to Hogwarts alone and quiet down. Dumbledore is also there, she will be fine."

Sirius still stood in front of Cyrus, "No matter what happens, we can help you."

There was no gentle smile, no risqué banter, not even a reaction from Cyrus. She apparated to Kreacher,

"Hogwarts."

"Miss Slytherin, please don't be sad."

Kreacher, who brought Cyrus back to the front of Hogwarts Castle, grabbed Cyrus's clothes and his tone was pleading. Cyrus, who still had no reaction, walked straight back to the castle. After Kreacher disappeared, she walked out of the castle in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Cyrus walked to the lake and saw Snape standing by the lake. Her face was cold and there was no emotion on her face. She walked to the stone monument and slowly dug out the soil. A glass coffin appeared, and Snape finally saw what Angus looked like. He was slim and slim, and his hair was smooth and shiny. For the past six years, he had been well protected by the spell cast on the coffin.

"If you want to resurrect him, the rules of life cannot be violated."

"..."

"If he had figured out how to truly bring the dead back to life, he would have been invincible."

"..."

Cyrus quickly hugged Angus into his arms and stood up to leave. Although Snape looked annoyed, he still followed her.

"What's going on? Whose ear does it belong to?" Sirius scratched his head irritably and sat down restlessly. Lupine frowned and looked down at the ground, "Do you remember the memory Cyrus showed us...the Orion who adopted her?"

"Ah...remember, that bastard still beats Cyrus every day, so what does it matter?"

Rubbing his lips with his fingers, Lupine's expression became extremely ugly, "What he said to Cyrus before he died was that living is the most painful thing."

Sirius thought of that scene, "But he has been dead for so many years." He recalled Cyrus's reaction just now, and couldn't help but frown, "What the hell is going on..."

Snape stopped Cyrus before she walked out of Hogwarts, "Are you really going? This is a trap."

Cyrus, who had been silent, spoke up, "Remember the guardian I told you about who I killed? A piece of his ear was bitten off by a fox during a hunt, right in front of me. He followed me before he died That’s exactly what I said—living is the most painful thing.”

"Don't you understand what a trap is?"

Cyrus picked up a notched ear and showed Snape the engraving on the back.

"His handwriting. His ears were recently cut off." Cyrus stepped out of Hogwarts regardless of the obstruction, "Even if it is a trap, I will go."

There was a loud noise in Malfoy Manor, and the tall iron gate collapsed. Cyrus who entered the manor was immediately surrounded by a crowd of black robes. Roaring fire shot up into the sky and rushed around like huge waves. "Stop! Make way for Miss Slytherin!" Lucius ran over and struck with a magic spell. Fly away those Death Eaters.

"Miss Cyrus...the master is waiting for you in the living room."

"lead the way."

Lucius took Cyrus to a door. His Adam's apple rolled, he took a deep look at Cyrus and then pushed the door open.

A large long dark table appeared, and the curtains in the room were tightly closed. The bright chandelier shone a faint gray light on the people in black robes, who stood around the long table. The only person sitting at the head of the long table had a face as pale as gray, his crimson eyes filled with madness, and his voice was as low and hoarse as dead wood.

There were cracks on his handsome face, like a broken mask. The knuckled fingers lightly hooked, "I thought I would have to wait until I went to the entrance of Hogwarts before I could see Miss Cyrus."

Seeing that the other party was silent, Voldemort pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Please sit down."

Cyrus conjured a chair even more ornate than the one Voldemort sat on, and sat at the head of the long table on the other side.

"Are you blind? The master wants you to sit next to him!" Little Barty stood beside Voldemort, his eyes filled with murderous intent. A sharp water column shot straight towards his face, and was blocked by a magic spell the moment it was about to make contact.

"Okay, Barty. Miss Cyrus is my distinguished guest."

Little Barty gave Cyrus a vicious look and silently retreated behind Voldemort. One ear was thrown on the table, and Cyrus said in a cold tone: "Where are the people?"

The corner of Voldemort's mouth raised, "It seems that you like the gift I gave you very much. This is all thanks to Severus, otherwise I would not be able to find a suitable gift to give you."

"Snape? Haha, it seems that Professor Snape is too leisurely."

"Severus is working very hard. After being injured by Miss Cyrus, he still had to go to class while sick."

Cyrus frowned and said impatiently: "I don't have much patience anymore, Tom."

The Death Eaters around him didn't even dare to breathe. They had never seen anyone who dared to talk to their master like this. Voldemort smiled instead of being angry. Cyrus's performance confirmed the importance of Angus in her heart.

"There is only one thing I need to talk about first...my beloved friend was almost killed by your pet."

Cyrus smiled, "That snake? Do you want me to apologize to her in person? The fangs were insidiously killed by your dog." Cyrus's eyes also turned scarlet and he looked at Barty. His eyes were emotionless.

"Ha, it's a very powerful curse, isn't it? Even the basilisk is vulnerable to it."

"I hope you will never let me see your beloved friend." Voldemort leaned back in his seat and tapped his index finger on the table. "Is there something about the Weasley family that attracted Miss Cyrus to let the precious basilisk go?" Protect."

"Stupid Weasley is easy to fool. It's not easy for that retired Auror. I can't even enter their base camp without some so-called sincerity."

"A one-eyed madman can't handle it, ridiculous!" Little Barty once again spoke out without fear of death. He was very proud of this. After all, he was the one who put Moody in the box.

"For people who can't keep their mouths shut, I usually cut out their tongues." The dagger appeared in Cyrus' hand. All the Death Eaters took out their wands and pointed them at Cyrus, but she just turned around in her hands with interest. dagger, while looking at Voldemort.

"Batti has a straightforward personality, a rare and valuable quality."

"15 people, plus his tongue..."

The dagger flickered with silver light and tapped the number of people. Every time the dagger fell, a Death Eater was swallowed up by the blue fire. The Death Eaters holding wands couldn't even cast a spell, and the powerful magic pressure around Cyrus made it difficult for them to stand.

After the third Death Eater was burned alive, Barty fell to the ground in pain, "I can manage my people."

Cyrus glanced at little Barty lying on the ground and raised his eyebrows: "Let him lie down all the time. This is in line with his status."

The Death Eaters around him all made a tacit understanding to stay away from Cyrus. They really didn't want to mess with someone who dared to talk to the Dark Lord like this and strike so quickly and cruelly.

Voldemort clasped his hands on the table, "Put the basilisk on Weasley, then Miss Cyrus's target is the prophecy about you in the Ministry of Magic. Awakening from a thousand years ago with disaster, thousands of lives will be Buried by your hands. Very interesting, I really want to know the second half of the prophecy."

Cyrus waved his hand, "My patience with Fudge has almost reached its limit. If he hadn't kept that prophecy, the Minister of Magic should have been replaced long ago."

"It's no surprise that our goals are so consistent. How is Miss Cyrus going to do it? I also happen to need that prophecy. My people told me that because your prophecy appeared, the other one came to me. A vital prophecy shattered."

"If it weren't for you, I would have heard the second half of the prophecy tonight. I should be the one who should be angry."

"Miss Cyrus is too naive. Do you think that if you please them, they will be sincere to you? All prophecies in the Department of Mysteries can only be picked up by those mentioned in the prophecies. None of them told you, right? I don’t believe that Dumbledore doesn’t know the content of the prophecy. That Weasley has been working in the Ministry of Magic for many years. How can he not find out the content of a prophecy? I think you were also blocked by Dumbledore when you came today.”

Cyrus frowned slightly, "What do you want to say?"

Voldemort smiled, "You and I are both special beings. Fighting between two parties will only consume each other. As I said before, you and I should stand on the same side."

Cyrus raised his chin slightly and pointed to his ear on the table, "Your sincerity."

Voldemort looked at Lucius standing at the door and said, "Bring him up."

When Lucius pushed a huge cauldron into the room, an unbearable stench hit him. The things in the pot look like humans but not humans, like animals but not animals, and are bloody and fleshy. Some places were rotten and smelly, and the bones were exposed, making it difficult to distinguish his face, or in other words, his face could not be found at all.

"It's not easy to find a dead skeleton in the barren mountains. In some places, the bones are already incomplete."

Then another Death Eater came in with a woman with messy hair and shackled hands. The woman looked horrified and her mouth was sealed with a curse. Voldemort looked at the things in the crucible with some disgust, "Miss Cyrus was unwilling to return the Resurrection Stone. I spent a lot of effort to resurrect him, but unfortunately I couldn't maintain it."

Cyrus's face was calm, not affected by the monster in the pot at all, "If you can do it once, you can do it the second time."

Voldemort spread his hands helplessly, "You can see that my current condition is not very ideal."

Cyrus sneered, so he was waiting for me here. "One bottle of soul stabilizing potion, three bottles of soul repairing potion... one bottle of fire whiskey."

Poor Lucius was once again ordered to run errands. Cyrus, who was sitting bored, pointed at the trembling woman on the ground, "Is this your lover?"

"Miss Cyrus is joking, this is your former guardian's lover. The name... I remember it was Malinda Clark."

Cyrus has heard this name countless times. It was the name Bert Shawn said every night. Seeing that Cyrus didn't speak, Voldemort kindly reminded him: "After Miss Clark divorced Mr. Sean, she went to Scotland to marry a Muggle noble. How can a person who abandoned his partner live a good life like this?"

Cyrus couldn't help but look at Voldemort, then narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, "Is it my imagination? I haven't seen you for a few days, and your temper has improved a lot."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and smiled gently, "Maybe it's because of Miss Cyrus."

Cyrus' mouth twitched, "That's really distressing."

Although Voldemort's strength has not increased, it is even worse than before. But he became no longer irritable and irritable, and even placed a door key in the Ministry of Magic for insurance. He was no longer the brainless brat. It seems that his appearance has indeed changed a lot of things, and now he cannot be led by Voldemort.

Cyrus looked at the clock. It was already past midnight. "Did Lucius go around the world to get the potion? I have to go to class tomorrow."

She then looked at the nearest Death Eater, all of them wearing masks. After feeling Cyrus' gaze, the Death Eater visibly retreated. "What are you afraid of? Come here and dance for me."

The Death Eater looked weakly at Voldemort, but his master didn't even look at him. Cyrus was watching him silently, his scarlet eyes showing no emotion.

Thinking of the blue fire that had just swallowed up a person instantly, he walked up to Cyrus in despair and twisted his body lamely. In an awkward silence, the Death Eater's self-esteem hit rock bottom.

The silent girl suddenly clicked her tongue. He immediately stood up straight and did not dare to move. Cyrus looked at a Death Eater in the corner, "You have been staring here. Do you want to join in? Come and accompany him."