Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Snape and Lucius, who came in with the potion, saw the most ridiculous thing in their lives, in front of the cruel and bloodthirsty Dark Lord. Cyrus drank wine and watched a group of Death Eaters dancing. They had a clear division of labor. Some danced, others accompanied them, and one even played the violin.

When the Death Eaters saw the arrival of the two of them, they felt closer than anyone else, but they still didn't dare to stop. Snape endured the helplessness and ridicule in his heart, walked to Voldemort and knelt down on one knee with a cold face, "Master, I'm sorry. There is not enough potion, I need to brew it now."

Voldemort didn't respond. He looked at Cyrus, "Have you had enough, Cyrus?"

Cyrus waved his hand to signal the Death Eaters to stop, "I didn't expect them to be so obedient. They are indeed good."

The seat next to Voldemort automatically opened, and he smiled gently and even said in a doting tone, "Miss Cyrus is my partner, and more people will listen to you in the future."

Cyrus came to sit down next to Voldemort, picked up a bottle of soul-restoring potion and drank it, then pointed to another bottle of soul-stabilizing potion, "It's fine that I won't listen to such perfunctory words, just drink it."

When Voldemort drank the potion, Cyrus looked at the Death Eaters again. Just as they were about to dance again, Cyrus waved them away, "Now is private treatment time."

The only ones left in the room were little Barty lying on the ground, Snape still kneeling on one knee, and Lucius guarding the woman. Noticing Voldemort's gaze, Cyrus looked at him, "Aren't you afraid that I will tie a bow on your soul?"

"If I die, no one can resurrect your friend. Risks and benefits coexist. Besides, I don't think Miss Cyrus wants to kill me now."

"Treating you doesn't expose my own abilities. Relatively speaking, my risk is greater."

Voldemort smiled at the corner of his eyes, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "I think Cyrus, your love for your friend outweighs these risks."

Cyrus pursed his thin lips slightly, and the aura around him became gloomy and terrifying, "If you can't resurrect him, I will burn your remaining soul piece by piece."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and even Snape, who was kneeling next to Voldemort, felt chills all over.

"Severus, get up and learn how to treat Cyrus."

"Yes, Master."

Cyrus turned to Snape, "I never thought that one day I would be Professor Snape's teacher. It is really a pleasure."

After being slashed by Snape, Cyrus took a deep breath to adjust. Several people in the room stared at Cyrus's movements, but what surprised them was that Cyrus moved his hands in the air, and the others Can't see anything. Only Voldemort, as the one being treated, could clearly feel that a power conveyed from the soul was repairing his broken soul. The scarlet eyes contained a surge, reflecting the blue eyes of the girl's flowing light.

After the cracks on Voldemort's face gradually became shallower and disappeared, Cyrus leaned back in his chair and picked up another bottle of soul repair potion and drank it. "Okay, just drink another bottle of soul repair potion."

Feeling the power brought by the soul's healing again, Voldemort couldn't help but smile excitedly, "Miss Cyrus is really excellent." He looked directly at Cyrus, not hiding his desire at all, "I think you can do it to more.”

"The repair of the soul is not that simple, and I myself will be damaged."

"You can control souls?"

Cyrus said nothing. She pointed to the cauldron, "I hope Tom can solve it before I go to class."

Voldemort stood up and walked towards the crucible, "It will be as Miss Cyrus wishes."

He took out a few bottles of potion and poured it into the crucible. The woman collapsed on the ground and was dragged along. Her face turned sallow, cowardice and pleading filled her face, and she kept shaking her head because she could not speak. Voldemort's gentle and jade-like voice sounded, "If you want to resurrect a person, you must have someone with a deep connection with him as a medium. Otherwise, you will just resurrect a body without a soul."

Cyrus frowned. She could see the faint soul connection between the woman and the monster, as if the souls of the two people had merged with each other. It's not like the Horcruxes pulling each other, but they merge into one.

"You mean that you can recreate a soul with all the memories and emotions before death. Why can people with a connection do it?"

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand and said calmly, "Maybe it's the power of love."

"This nonsense is even more ridiculous coming from your mouth."

Voldemort put his wand in front of him and touched the tip of his lips. "That may be some magical reason. Your ability can't find the specific reason. Lucius, you take Miss Cyrus to rest first. Don't stay up late." It delayed our professors’ daytime classes.”

Seeing that Voldemort was not prepared to let him see the whole process, Cyrus did not force it, "Let's go Lucius, take me to find the snake."

"Miss Cyrus is really spirited."

Not wanting to argue with Voldemort anymore, Cyrus followed Lucius and Snape out of the room. Finally, little Barty, who walked out of the room, was guarding the door and still glared at Cyrus from time to time. The ring in his hand flashed, and a humanoid doll was thrust into Barty's hand. Lucius persuaded Cyrus to leave before he took out his wand.

When they came to a reception room, Cyrus lay down on the sofa regardless of his appearance, and the house elf at home served them refreshments. Lucius and Snape sat on the sofa opposite each other without saying a word. Finally, Cyrus spoke first, "Did you tell Voldemort about Angus? Lucius."

Lucius shook his head like a rattle,

"That's it."

"Has he been staying at your house this year?"

"It is an honor for the Malfoy family that the master is taking care of himself."

Facing Lucius's official answer, Cyrus felt sad for him from the bottom of his heart, "Lucius, how is your personal relationship with Miss Bellatrix?"

Lucius was extremely looking forward to Voldemort completing the experiment as soon as possible. He did not want to be questioned like this by Cyrus under Voldemort's nose. "She and my wife are cousins..."

Cyrus looked at Snape, "Where are you, Professor Snape?" Snape turned away and did not want to answer. Lucius asked doubtfully, "Why is Miss Cyrus interested in Bella?"

Cyrus, who was lying on the sofa, got up and walked to the larger sofa bed next to her and lay down again. She turned around and felt uncomfortable. Then he pushed away everything nearby and took out a small tent from the ring and lay down in it.

"It's just that you two are too boring and can't find a topic at all. As for Bella, because she was quarreling with me when I was in Azkaban and wanted to pick on me, so I cut off her tongue and fingers."

Then he zipped up the small tent and hung a sign that read: "Call me after Voldemort is over."

Lucius didn't know for a moment whether to pay attention to Cyrus's little Muggle tent or what she meant by pulling. As for his evil behavior towards Bella, Lucius had already seen Cyrus's cruelty and capriciousness. He himself didn't like Bella, a crazy woman, and maintained a relationship with her only because she and Narcissa were sisters and Voldemort's most loyal servant.

About four or five hours later, when the weather was slightly cooler, little Barty walked into the reception room. "Where is she?" The two people on the sofa moved their eyes to the tent in the corner. "She even used things used by Muggles to set up a tent in the room. It is vulgar and vulgar." The voice sounded like it was humming hard from the nose. , with deep disdain.

After he saw the sign hanging in front of the tent, he picked up his wand and fired a blazing flame. The fire was extinguished by a sudden surge of water two or three meters away from the tent, and then little Barty's whole body burst into flames. A lazy voice came, "A dog shouldn't go around barking."

Little Barty's clothes were burned, and the skin on half of his shoulders was burned. Just as Barty was about to get angry again, Lucius and the others also stood up. Snape glanced at the tent that made him annoyed, "Is Professor Slytherin trying to be late for class by being so dilly-dally?"

"My wages will be deducted if I'm late. It's not worth it. Let's go."

Cyrus yawned and walked out of the tent, raising his eyebrows at Barty Jr. and taunting him, "New look?"

"Ahem, Crouch. The master doesn't want you to antagonize Miss Cyrus." Lucius warned, and Barty Jr. glared at him, "It's not my turn to be lectured by a flatterer! "

Cyrus ignored the two of them and glanced at Snape, who had a deep face from the corner of his eye. He was a little impatient.

Cyrus subconsciously quickened his pace. Pushing open the door, Voldemort smiled indifferently at her. The monster in the crucible had disappeared, and the woman was slumped on the ground. A man with a rough face was restrained and fell to his knees on the ground. His face was pale and his eyes were wide open, full of pain and anger.

Voldemort saw Cyrus' figure, and with a wave of his hand, the magic spell that bound the man's chain was removed, "Miss Cyrus, please inspect the goods."

His eyes wandered to the man and the dying woman on the ground, and then settled on the man's mutilated ear, "Burt Shawn."

The man didn't seem to hear what Cyrus said. After regaining his freedom, he quickly picked up the woman beside him, "Malinda! Malinda! You promised me not to hurt her!" The man roared at Voldemort. Little Barty couldn't bear it anymore. His master was so insulted that he stepped forward and kicked Bert down. With a fierce expression on his face, he grabbed the hair of the woman on the ground and lifted her up, "Shut up!"

Voldemort looked at Cyrus who was sitting aside and observing Burt, "If I remember correctly, Miss Cyrus has another identity named Sean. Did she have feelings for this guy? What a pity. Too much time has passed and he has long forgotten about Miss Cyrus."

The thin red ink-colored cold eyes at the end of Cyrus's eyes were filled with layers of fluorescence, "Forgot? How could he forget."

Her figure gradually changed. His height became shorter, and his delicate face became petite and childish. At the same time, horrifying scars appeared, and then climbed down his neck. The exposed areas of his clothes were also full of scars and large and small needle holes.

She silently walked up to Bert. There was no emotion on the face of an 8 or 9-year-old child, like a damaged doll. Lucius couldn't help but be secretly shocked when he saw what Cyrus looked like before. There were also waves in Snape's empty eyes that had not changed for thousands of years, and Barty Jr. looked disdainful.

At Voldemort's signal, Barty let go of the woman, allowing Bert to stabilize his mood. After Cyrus approached, Bert slowly raised his head. He was stunned at first, and then his eyes became more and more obscure.

"...I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it was really you."

"How does it feel to be resurrected?"

"Oh, that's too bad."

The man no longer showed disgust when he saw the scars on Cyrus's face. Perhaps he was too weak. He spoke intermittently, "Don't hurt her...Do whatever you want to me."

"Talk to me."

The man glanced at the woman on the ground, then at Lucius and the others who were silent around him, and finally stopped at Cyrus's eyes. "Looking at it like this, your eyes are so beautiful... Why were you keeping them closed in the first place... What a strange feeling...you actually took the initiative to talk to me. In fact, I really thought you were mute..."

"All your property, your house, has been taken away by the villagers."

The man smiled sarcastically, "That's what they are, a bunch of damn bastards."

Cyrus turned to look at the fainted woman on the ground, "You told me back then that living is the most painful thing."

The man's eyes fell on the woman's face for a long time and couldn't move away, "Yes, living is the most painful. Because I can't do anything well, life is terrible, everyone has left me and hates me. It is this world that has abandoned me. ”

Reluctance, anger, and regret were kneaded together and appeared on Burt's face, "But... I don't seem to want to die. Clark is back, haha, she is willing to come back to me!" His emotions He has become extremely unstable. His face was filled with sadness just now, but now he is filled with happiness. The woman's eyes were full of paranoid madness.

Snape, who was observing from the side, narrowed his eyes slightly. This man was the guardian in her mouth. According to the investigation, he was extremely emotionally unstable during his lifetime, and his drinking habit made him even more violent. Was he really resurrected?

"She will not come back to you." The man's hysterical words were interrupted, "She will not come back to you. Don't you understand? You tried to stay, but to no avail. The mistakes you made can never be made up for. He is just a pitiful and hateful tragic figure, don’t pretend to be in front of me.”

Cyrus's indifferent words not only caused waves in Bert's heart, but Snape's hands hidden in the black robes were clenched tightly, and his jawline became more and more tense.

"She's right in front of me! She's mine, hahaha! You don't understand at all, so what's wrong with me?! You all accuse me so brazenly, don't forget that it was me who took you and that beast in. I don’t deserve to die…it’s you who should die, it’s all of them!”

Cyrus said nothing, just looked at the man quietly. She walked over to the woman on the ground and grabbed her hand that was hanging down weakly. The man seemed to have suddenly been grasped at his weak point, and he no longer had the momentum he had just before.

"Let her go and I can do anything! Cyrus!"

Through the woman's scattered long hair, a pair of sunken eyes in pain and despair, her chapped lips opened and closed, and her voice was as weak as a mosquito. A strong wind passed by, and the sound of flesh and blood being cut sounded like thunder in Bert's ears. The child's tender voice was clear and cold, "You have never been such a gentle person. Now tell me, you don't want to die. How about living to the end?" How is it, have you forgotten every night when you screamed her name in pain?"

The arms that had been cut off all fell in front of the man. He could no longer suppress the annoyance in his heart. His whole body trembled with anger and his lips twitched. His voice suddenly became extremely sharp, as if his vocal cords were split, "You! Go to hell! She's back, she's back! You are a disaster! Why!" Veins appeared on Bert's forehead, and he raised his hand to kill He punched the little girl in front of him.

The bloody demon surging in the little girl's eyes slowly emerged, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The sound of a magazine being loaded sounded, "Actually, I should thank you. You taught me a truth, so leave this painful world again."

The moment the bullets burst out, Burt's bloodshot eyes revealed unconcealable fear, and a large hole appeared between his eyebrows. This time he did not show a relieved smile, his eyes were dull and his mouth was still open, "I curse you...to be in the same pain as me..."

An old shotgun was placed in his arms. The man's face was stiff with fear, which became particularly dazzling in Cyrus's eyes. "Thank you for your blessing."

At the moment of Bert's death, the dying woman also completely lost her life.

At this moment, everyone was silent. A faint sound of applause came, "This kid is really cold and heartless. I spent a lot of effort to completely revive him."

"The two of them can't live for three hours. Is this what you call a lot of effort? Test me with two defective products."

Their souls, and even their lives, were connected, and the woman's soul was so fragile that even if Cyrus took action, it could no longer be maintained. The two are like each other's Horcruxes, but their relationship is even closer. If one dies, the other will die immediately.

Voldemort used that woman's life to extend Burt's, and also used them to once again verify the ability of Cyrus's eyes.

"That's why Miss Cyrus needs to return what she stole from me. With the Resurrection Stone and your power, it is not difficult to maintain such a life. That woman is too fragile. I don't think Miss Cyrus will be with her. Same."

Voldemort came to Cyrus and gently held her cold and trembling hand, "Where is Miss Cyrus's answer?"

Holding the man's hand with his backhand, Cyrus looked up at Voldemort, the excitement in his eyes uncontrollable, "Resurrect him!"

A low and cold voice came out of Voldemort's thin lips, the playful tone was sexy and clear, and the narrow eyes were full of smiles, "But before that, I hope Miss Cyrus can fulfill my small request."

Snape, who had Apparated to Hogsmeade, suddenly stood in front of Cyrus, "I hope you think clearly about what you are doing."

"Dumbledore sent you to follow me at night?"

Snape frowned deeply and snorted, "He told me to kill you immediately if I find you have any idea of ​​joining forces with him."

Cyrus couldn't help laughing, "Professor Snape's ability to lie is getting worse and worse."

"What did he ask you to do?" Snape knew that Voldemort would never do anything meaningless. Cyrus raised the corner of his mouth in a bad way and whispered in Snape's ear: "What if we kill Dumbledore?"

The hard touch of the wand came to his neck, "Professor Slytherin's joking skills have also become much worse." Unexpectedly, Snape didn't get any substantive answer, and sarcastically said: "Madman!"

This title aroused Cyrus's dissatisfaction, and his tone gradually became colder, "Why does Professor Snape keep calling me that?"

"Oh, originally I just thought Professor Slytherin had a weird personality. Today really opened my eyes to a person whose blood is as cold as ice. I think many people died inexplicably at your hands like this."

"He was meant to die. It was his ending to die with relief instead of fear. Now that everything has changed, do we still have to live in pain?"

"So should I appreciate your so-called...kindness? You plan to kill your pets, take every life without any reaction, and are so kind that you make a deal with the devil?"

Cyrus gripped the wand against his neck, his knuckles turning white with force, "I don't know which of your actions today offended your sensitive nerves, and when did you start caring about other people's lives. Since you are a death eater, Since then, how many deaths have I witnessed?! Did I cut off that woman's arm? I never believe in fate, but everything I do will pay a price. She is not that innocent. Voldemort can find her, can't I? To her? Cutting off the arms of a man who betrayed her husband and put him in a desperate situation is the price she has to pay. Besides, her soul is not as strong as an ant. She will die sooner or later!"

Cyrus's tone became colder, "Some people's death is truly valuable, and for them, death is their only value. If they don't die, how can they save others? Venomous Fang's death gave Arthur's life a replacement. My chance to talk to Voldemort."

"Stop pretending to be a saint here! And don't comment on me shamelessly. I have never stood by and watched the death of others before. Recently, it has only been those people who I was unable to save!"

Cyrus stopped talking when he heard Snape's words, but Snape continued, "You didn't cultivate a new basilisk before, but you cultivated it before your one died. You had expected it." It will die when it reaches it. There are so many members of the Order of the Phoenix, but you just gave the basilisk to Arthur, and something happened to him. You know everything, and you have been preparing since you angered Fudge and opposed the Ministry of Magic.

Obviously you could easily get the prophecy under the original situation, but you had to wait until Fudge took the initiative to announce it. You don't care about the prophecy or Slytherin's honor at all. From beginning to end, the ultimate goal is to resurrect him. You did everything in order to make the mysterious man believe you. You have taken advantage of everyone, and they are still working stupidly for you, grateful that you saved them. "

Snape grabbed Cyrus's wrist and held it tightly, "Even ordinary black magic can't resurrect the dead, so what evil things are you going to do? A person's life can keep him alive for a short three hours, and you How many more people are going to be sacrificed? The dead who have returned based on the lives of others... How paranoid do you have to be for a dog, and what irreparable things are you going to do? How sure are you that the person who is resurrected is you? "

Cyrus' eyes flashed, but the emotion in her eyes would not be conveyed to the man in front of her, "I have never been a saint. As long as I can save him, I will do anything."