Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Snape slowly withdrew his wand, his whole body trembling, "Anything...he can really resurrect the dead..."

Seeing the turmoil in the man's eyes, Cyrus lowered his eyes and smiled, "So this is why you are so uneasy tonight. You are not in a hurry to report to Dumbledore. You just want to confirm from me whether you can really resurrect the dead." ?"

She suddenly fell silent and looked at the uneasy face of the man in front of her, "You want to resurrect Lily Evans."

This name was like Snape's Achilles' heel. He was breathing heavily, as if he had finally caught a glimmer of light in the endless darkness. But he was overwhelmed by his anger, "How did you know about her?!"

Cyrus turned to look at the castle standing quietly in the distance. She didn't want to see this side of Snape. "After killing someone, it will inevitably have an impact on one's own soul. Professor Snape is so clean and self-possessed. I think you have seen it too." What will happen to those two people tonight, do you also want to be the murderer who kills her again?"

Cyrus did not answer Snape directly, but he also gave an answer.

"Since it's impossible to be fully resurrected, then why do you..."

"It's not impossible, it's just that you can't do it. If the magic power of one person is not enough, then use the magic power of four people. If the magic power is not enough, then use all my soul. I said, as long as I can save him, I will do anything, but Just for him."

Cyrus twitched the corners of his mouth, as if trying to force out a smile, but the tears in his eyes made it difficult to see clearly. "Snape, you have no right to accuse me, if you were me. You would kill thousands of people without hesitation. In your eyes, as long as you can save her, there will be no other option. I know! That's why. I know!"

"We are the same kind of people... We are so similar. I know you will definitely choose this way..." Cyrus's voice became weaker and weaker, with faint choking coming out from time to time.

Snape seemed to have been drained of all his strength and was unable to process the information for the moment. "Then why don't you just stay at the Malfoy house and return to Hogwarts? Haven't you fully utilized the people here?"

"The word "use" may be too much. They are my classmates and teachers. I will not hurt them, and I have never done anything that puts their lives in danger. Professor Snape, as my teacher, doesn't know this. , I’ve been here most of my life.”

Snape's sharp eyes pierced her mercilessly, "You are not my student, not anymore!"

He no longer looked at the girl who was standing there, turned around and left angrily.

Cyrus's heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it ached faintly. At that moment, she felt the abyss in her heart revive, almost swallowing her up. Being withdrawn from the world again, not wanting to react to anything. Everything in the world turned into a black hole, everything was calling her and repelling her.

Looking up at the towering castle, she couldn't figure out why she came back or what this place should be called. This castle is Salazar's beloved possession, a place guarded by Dumbledore, and the embodiment of Mr. Salazar's few beautiful memories. Her thoughts returned to the scene when she was welcomed by the entire castle as the heir of Slytherin,

“I was never the one who was accepted.”

The broken silver earring appeared in the palm of her hand, "Recovered as before." Cyrus's spell had no effect, but she still cast the spell over and over again.

"Recover as before, recover as before...recover as before..."

Emotions surged in his eyes, eventually turning into a laugh. Self-deprecation, helplessness, ridicule. All emotions vanished in a burst of silence and sadness,

"never mind."

Harry and others learned through Sirius the next day that Arthur was only slightly injured and was not seriously injured, but the news that followed caught them off guard. Alchemy classes at Hogwarts have been cancelled, and Principal Dumbledore has temporarily taken over as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Their alchemy class professor left without saying goodbye, and the entrance to the secret room was completely sealed.

No one knew where Cyrus had gone, but because she had left in a hurry more than once and would suddenly return at unknown times, everyone's reaction was not very violent.

Harry asked Sirius, but received only silence. Although several people tried to contact Cyrus, there was no way, and Sirius and the others were unwilling to talk about it anymore. Later, Hagrid's return with his half-brother also kept them busy for a while.

The sky above the island where Azkaban is located is shrouded in dark clouds, and there are a large number of dementors floating in the black mist. They suddenly rushed in a direction towards the edge of the island, and two men in black robes appeared from the shadows.

Little Barty took off his hood and pointed his wand at his throat and shouted: "I am here on the orders of the Dark Lord! Get out of the way!"

The charging dementors stopped around them, but did not give way. "Whether you continue to be enslaved by the Ministry of Magic or follow the great master and enjoy your souls wantonly, you decide for yourself!"

Little Barty had cold sweat on his forehead. Unable to cast the Patronus Charm, he had no way to deal with the dementors, but he still believed in his master's reputation. After a suffocating silence, the dementors gradually moved out of the way.

Little Barty looked up at the tall buildings in front of him, took out his wand and cast four or five spells on the top floor. The bricks shattered, and a hole large enough for a person to pass through appeared. Then a head popped out of the hole,

"Crouch! The master really came to pick us up!"

A rough wand was thrown in, "Let them out, no nonsense!"

After several bursts of explosions, more and more crazy laughter appeared, which seemed out of place in the prison of Azkaban. A group of people with pale faces and sunken cheeks came to the bottom of the tower. Although they were weak, their eyes were full of undisguised excitement.

Little Batis looked around the crowd and finally landed on a woman with messy hair and a grin. The corner of his mouth was grinning almost to his ears, but only a dry and hoarse hum came out, "Oh, why are you so clean? It turns out that our crazy tongues have been pulled out. How can you still have the face to see the master?"

When Cyrus cut off half of Bella's tongue and fingers, the Aurors only tried to stop her bleeding perfunctorily. No one cares if a prisoner can still talk or has his fingers intact.

Bella's eyes were bloodshot, and she rushed to Little Barty and roared indistinctly. Little Barty turned his head and nodded to the person behind him, "Don't come to me if you want to go crazy."

The person behind him was completely covered by black robes, and his face wore a pure white mask. No Death Eater had such a mask.

I saw the man surpassing everyone and coming to the front of the tower, raising his open right palm and condensing a powerful magical pressure. The surrounding air trembled violently and hummed faintly, and then a stream of hot air was released with huge magic power. The Death Eaters standing next to the man were all blown away by the magic power, and even the dementors floating in the air were blown away. spread.

After an ear-splitting noise, when they looked up again, the solid castle facing the man was blasted out with a large hole tens of meters high, as if a giant beast on the seabed had taken a bite out of it.

Then the whole building collapsed. In everyone's astonishment, the man turned around silently and got on the boat first.

"Tsk! Let's go!" Little Barty kicked Bella away in front of him and urged everyone to leave.

The Dementors who no longer listened to the Ministry of Magic began a happy feast. They searched for survivors in the ruins, accompanied by dying calls and moans for help, and silver light spots like stars in the gray and black dust. Sparkling, it turned into a shooting star and disappeared among the green skeletons in the sky.

In Malfoy Manor, more than a dozen people knelt at Voldemort's feet. The one closest to Voldemort was Bella, who looked hot and excited. She piously kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe, her cheeks were slightly red, her whole body was trembling with joy, and she spoke indistinct words.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, my loyal servants."

Voldemort reached out and touched the side of Bella's face, and said in a gentle and elegant tone, "Bella, I've made you suffer." Then half of Bella's tongue and bare palm were shrouded in a halo, and silver-like metal tongues and fingers grew out.

Bella's face blushed even more, "Master, as long as it's for the master, no amount of suffering is too much!" Voldemort nodded with satisfaction,

At this time, the door was opened, and the Death Eaters saw the man who had just used magic power to blast Azkaban into rubble. At this time, she was still wearing a white mask, and the black robe on her body was taken off, and she put on a high-leg black skirt with slits. The seductive curves and elegant figure can't help but make them lose their minds. Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth and waved to her.

The man passed over the Death Eaters and sat next to Voldemort without hesitation, without saluting or even speaking.

"Do you like this mask so much? I can make a few more for you myself."

Voldemort's words shocked everyone. Even Bella, who was deeply loved by Voldemort among the Death Eaters, Voldemort did not show such indulgence and... attentiveness?

Bella stared at that person, her eyes falling on the other person's face that had taken off the mask. Under the mask was a girl's face that was so beautiful that it made all living beings look upside down. The light of snow lingered on her skin, but her blue pupils were as cold as frozen soil.

The corner of the girl's mouth twitched slightly, and her soul-stirring eyes were even more charming and charming, "I'm just afraid that some people will have an orgasm inside their heads when they see me."

Her eyes swept over Bella's silver fingers and the corners of her mouth, and she chuckled, "It's so ugly."

Lucius, who was standing in the corner, couldn't help but sigh, why did Miss Cyrus have a mouth... Bella looked at the girl in disbelief, and then at Voldemort. The man's eyes had never been there after Cyrus entered the door. Leaving on her.

Voldemort looked calm and raised the girl's soft hair, "You don't seem to be in a good mood lately. Is it because Lucius didn't treat you well?" Lucius, who was eating melon in silence, immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He shouldn't have followed him just now.

"It's so boring. You have rescued me, so when are you going to act?" He slapped Voldemort's hand away, and Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. "Otherwise, you can just give me the snake to play with."

"Bella and the others have just come back and need a few days to adjust. I don't want them to hold you back." Voldemort said with a playful look, "If Miss Cyrus is too boring, you can choose the people I have here."

Cyrus tilted his head and looked at Voldemort, his eyes half smiling, "Anyone can?"

"of course."

Cyrus drew a circle with his slender index finger and stopped in front of Voldemort. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Bella's face was covered with hatred and jealousy. There was an imperceptible look of schadenfreude in Cyrus's eyes, and then he smiled and said,

"Lucius."

Lucius blinked blankly, then walked stiffly to the two of them and saluted, "Miss Cyrus."

"Do you have a dueling room at home?" Cyrus's words made everyone suffocate. "Uh... I'll order it immediately."

Voldemort chuckled, "Barty, Bella, Dolohov. Don't neglect Miss Cyrus."

Everyone showed excitement in their eyes. Little Barty and Bella had long been dissatisfied with Cyrus, and now that they could legitimately attack her, they were eager to try. How can madmen be afraid of you because of your strength? All they can think about is how to kill Cyrus. Dolohov was deeply attracted by witnessing Cyrus' power, and he was already obsessed with pursuing the most powerful spell.

"How generous. Are they your strongest subordinates?"

"If they are just for Miss Cyrus' entertainment, I think they will be enough. But if this delays the plan..."

"The severity of their injuries depends on their degree of suicide. I hope the medical staff at Lucius's family are good enough."

Lucius, who was standing in the corner of the duel room with a box of potions and bandaging supplies, almost cried. Voldemort asked him to preside over the duel to prevent accidents. In fact, he was asked to stop Cyrus in time when he was cruel and to act as a medical staff. But several people present were stronger than him. Seeing Cyrus, who was unilaterally suppressing the three of them and fighting without mercy, how could Lucius dare to step forward.

Just when he was dazed, a tall figure appeared in his face. Dolokhov, whose spine was broken by a kick, fell on Lucius, and the two fell to the ground together. Lucius, who was struggling to crawl out from under Dolohov, felt the weight on his body increase again. With two consecutive bangs, Bella and Barty were thrown on top of them together.

The three people on Lucius were injured and unconscious. Cyrus did not use magic attacks throughout the whole process, but used the Muggle fighting method that they most despised. Therefore, all three of them had extremely deep cuts and bruises, but they were not life-threatening.

Lucius finally climbed out of the crowd when he saw Cyrus waving at him, "Why are you standing there, heal."

Lucius ignored the three unconscious people on the ground. He remained calm and calm, and knelt down on one knee beside Cyrus, who was sitting in the armchair. He took out a box of ointment and gently applied it on a very shallow wound on Cyrus's forehead. It was left when Bella wanted to attack Cyrus's eyes, and as a result, Cyrus scratched his cheek.

Cyrus frowned slightly, stopped Lucius's movements, and looked at the ointment in his hand, "Where did you get the ointment?" Lucius handed the ointment in his hand to Cyrus, "Master ordered not to It hurt Miss Cyrus and I bought a few boxes from Professor Snape."

"Has he been in contact with you recently?"

Lucius noticed something was wrong and said carefully, "I asked him to buy it before. Professor Snape didn't know about your recent stay here."

Lucius paused, then continued to speak when Cyrus remained silent, "Master and you don't have much potion left. Maybe it's time to inform Professor Snape to make a few more bottles and send them over."

Lucius raised his eyes and met a pair of scarlet red eyes that exuded murderous intent. He felt chills all over and immediately lowered his head to reorganize his words, "I just want to ask Professor Snape about Draco's performance in school. Do you have any questions?" relation."

Cyrus was seen placing his left hand on his chest, and a trace of a chain appeared on his smooth arm. The silver chain suddenly became as hot as burning, and Lucius also felt a burning sensation in his left arm, which gradually spread to his heart. In just a few seconds, Lucius was covered in cold sweat and in unbearable pain. He clutched his chest and fell to his knees.

Cyrus also had cold sweat on his forehead, and his tone was extremely cold, "I will not break my oath, but that doesn't mean I will tolerate your stupid temptations. Be careful with your words and actions, Malfoy."

Lucius quickly endured the severe pain and nodded. He watched Cyrus stand up and walk to the door. He waved his hand before leaving. Bella and the others floated up again and fell on Lucius.

When Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters for a meeting the next day, everyone's eyes were focused on the three Bellas, who were covered in bandages, while the culprit was elegantly sipping coffee. On the long dining table, there was only a rich breakfast in front of her. In contrast to Cyrus, who had one or two bandages on his body and was mentally healthy, Bella and the others were weak but managed to hold up their chests, as if they were quibbling in front of their master.

Voldemort just glanced at a few people at first, and then began to assign tasks to the Death Eaters. "Lucius, the task of entering the Ministry of Magic in a week will be left to you to lead Bella and the others. As for how to lure out Harry Potter, Cyrus, do you have any ideas?"

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Cyrus spread out his hands, "I have no motivation, I can't think of anything."

Since Voldemort's resurrection, all members of the Order of the Phoenix have been hiding in safe houses or operating in the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts. It is not easy for Death Eaters to break into these places, and it is even impossible to enter Hogwarts, let alone get close to Potter. Apart from Snape, who is an undercover agent, the one who has the greatest hope of getting close to Potter is Cyrus, who has a special status.

At present, Voldemort does not want to expose Snape's card prematurely, and he does not trust Cyrus. Bella on the side is anxious, "Master, Potter has a close relationship with my useless cousin. As long as he finds an opportunity, By seizing Sirius Black as a threat, Potter will definitely fall into a trap."

"Even if you succeed in catching him, the Order of the Phoenix will be the first to arrive. Potter will be stopped by Dumbledore and the others before he shows up. What's more, you can't even speak spells smoothly now, ridiculous!" Those who have not been assigned a task Little Barty is even more dissatisfied, but he is more rational than Bella.

"Master, the Ministry of Magic has been trying its best to suppress Dumbledore recently. He has no intention of running the school now. I think he can sneak into Hogwarts again."

With Voldemort around, Bella didn't dare to make a mistake and just gave little Barty a fierce look. Voldemort's eyes were still on Cyrus, "I think Miss Cyrus wants this mission to be completed as soon as possible more than anyone else, so can I ask Miss Cyrus to provide some insignificant help?"