Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

The original agreement between the two was that Cyrus would help Voldemort before he obtained the prophecy, and Voldemort would resurrect Angus after obtaining the prophecy.

Voldemort was convinced that Cyrus would not let Fudge keep his finger on her. Due to Cyrus' previous relationship with those in the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort did not fully believe Cyrus's theory that he only wanted to use them.

This time it is not only for Cyrus to take the initiative to express his position, but also a test. Facing Voldemort's unabashed gaze, Cyrus looked calm and said with a laziness in his voice, "Some people are cowardly and just want to hide behind to make a profit. If the members of the Order of the Phoenix don't find any clues, Under such circumstances, if Harry takes the initiative to appear, he can only play the role of savior once. Being reckless and impulsive, he will definitely rush to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. As for how to perform this scene..."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Voldemort, full of provocation. Bella beside her couldn't help but stood up and said angrily: "Who are you talking about! You bitch!"

Little Barty frowned and clenched the wand in his hand. He stood up and stood beside Voldemort. "Master, we cannot leave it entirely to her. She was very close to Potter and the others when they were at Hogwarts, and even taught them personally. What is the difference between her method and what Bella said? The key is still to have Potter. Appear by yourself. How can we guarantee that she can do it!"

Ignoring the unkind looks cast by Bella and Little Barty, Cyrus played with the table knife in her hand, the sharp tip of the knife shining brightly on her increasingly scarlet pupils.

Voldemort smiled at the corner of his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his hand and fired a heart-breaking wrist bone at each of Barty and Bella. "I almost forgot, Cyrus, you have so many magical abilities. It's amazing..."

Voldemort leaned forward, his scarlet eyes filled with fanaticism. Of course, he didn't forget that when he was a young wizard, Cyrus could easily avoid the death curse he fired. Now it seems that it is also the ability of Cyrus' eyes.

"You are so...fascinating. I'm curious, would you kneel down for me for that little furry friend?"

Slender pale fingers caressed Cyrus' cheek and gradually moved to the corners of her eyes. The cold thumb rubbed the girl's soft and delicate skin, but the force became stronger, and Voldemort's eyes were full of greed. That scarlet red color seemed to have magic power, making him unable to take his eyes away. A cold voice as clear as a silver bell rang in Voldemort's ears,

"When did I allow you to touch me as you please?"

Voldemort felt severe pain in his shoulder, and most of the dagger in Cyrus's hand was already submerged. Voldemort's reaction suddenly became much stiffer, and his eyes became even crazier after a moment of surprise. The magic power quickly broke Cyrus's petrification ability.

His right hand with clear knuckles pinched the girl's slender neck, and a burst of black mist emerged from his palm and gradually disappeared into Cyrus' skin. The corners of their mouths were raised, and their smiles were extremely strange.

The Death Eaters present were all stunned. Barty Jr. and others wanted to rush forward but were blocked by a wall of blue fire. Only Lucius, who had seen the world, immediately ordered the house elves to get a healing potion. They had been fighting like this for more than a day or two. During the time when the master and Cyrus lived at the Malfoy house, Lucius saw them like this almost every day. He would take action if he said a bad word, but it was just hard for Snape who was brewing the potion.

"Mixed snake venom into the curse. Is this the snake venom of your big baby?" The hand holding the dagger pressed hard again, and Voldemort's shoulder was penetrated. The snake venom spreading from Cyrus's neck had already crawled onto her cheeks.

Voldemort frowned, increased the strength in his hands, and let out a sweet laugh, "If you don't drink the antidote within 3 minutes, you will be poisoned and die. Some novel attempts."

"Oh? It's much worse than the basilisk's poison."

The dagger that penetrated straight turned slowly, and beads of sweat appeared on Voldemort's forehead. The hand that was holding Cyrus's neck released her hand and said, "I don't think Cyrus is so cruel." He felt the pain on his wrist. Cyrus, who felt paralyzed, not only did not let go, but pulled out the dagger with force. The black snake venom had spread to most of her face, and her wrists also turned blue.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched. In addition to the tingling sensation, he felt a faint burning and paralysis in his shoulder. It was also poison! He waved the wand to extinguish the blue flames, with an anxious expression, "What are you doing standing still? You just assigned a task and don't need to do it?! Get out of here!"

Then he looked at Lucius who was holding the medicine box and said, "Call Snape! Hurry!"

Snape, who was called urgently by Lucius, opened the door of the conference room and found that the seats and furniture in the room were in ruins. Voldemort and Cyrus stood opposite each other, and the two huge forces of magic collided wantonly.

Voldemort's left shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly. Most of Cyrus's face was black and purple, and his neck was even more bruised.

Seeing Snape coming, the two of them calmed down. Cyrus conjured up an intact chair and sat down. Snape had already walked over to Voldemort to check his wounds. From the corner of his eye, he observed Cyrus's pale face and couldn't help but feel deeply. He frowned deeply.

Voldemort said nothing, but the coldness radiating from his body made Snape dare not say anything.

He examined Voldemort's wounds carefully, feeling surprised in his heart. He had researched and refined this poison, how could Cyrus know it?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he took out a few bottles of potions after checking the wounds and handed them to Voldemort respectfully. "Master, it is a poison mixed with a variety of toxic herbs. It will not be fatal in a short period of time, but will cause weakness, pain, and slow reaction. The poison will be detoxified after drinking the potion."

Then he looked at Cyrus, who was sitting there with his eyes closed and resting. That level of poisoning was not simple.

After Voldemort drank the potion, he finally spoke after a long silence.

"Don't you want to treat Miss Cyrus, Severus?"

Snape came to Cyrus and knelt down to check, his face becoming increasingly serious. Snape was silent for a while and then looked at Voldemort, "Master, although the snake venom is not difficult to remove, the curse on her... I need to go back to Hogwarts to brew the potion, but I don't have time."

Voldemort conjured a chair and sat down gracefully, while Lucius carefully bandaged his wounds. Snape frowned even more tightly, and when he was thinking frantically about how to take Cyrus away, "Take her back for treatment, don't let her die."

Snape carried the fainted Cyrus towards the castle. Cyrus was seriously poisoned by snake venom and cursed, even though Snape took first aid before leaving. But delaying it any longer might endanger her life. Why was she seriously injured every time they met.

"Professor Snape is still too gentle. Voldemort will not let me die even if he leaves me alone..." The girl's weak breath tickled Snape's ear. But Snape couldn't care about that at this time, "If you're not dead, disapparate back quickly!"

"My privileges in Hogwarts have been deprived of me a long time ago by that centenary-year-old stingy... But I got a good harvest tonight. Voldemort has not changed. He is still the same coward who is afraid of death... Cough!" A stream of blood came from Sailor. The corners of Si's mouth overflowed,

"Tsk! Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts tonight, and neither is Fawkes. Call your house elf, hey, hey! Stay awake, Cyrus!" The person on Snape's back completely fainted, and he As soon as he gritted his teeth, his whole body turned into black mist and he jumped into the air holding Cyrus.

When Cyrus woke up again, she smelled the familiar strong scent of potions. She stood up and found that she was placed in the potions office, with Snape sitting opposite. The wand in his hand was pointing at Cyrus, "What happened? Why is your conflict so life-threatening?"

Cyrus moved his stiff and numb neck, "He just has a mouthful. Is Nagini's poison easy to cure?"

Snape sneered and pointed his wand at Cyrus' still bruised neck, "If it weren't for me, you would have gone to see Merlin."

"Really... So you are indeed capable of saving yourself, but you are still... a potion master who fulfills his long-cherished wish and wants to die. This is not acceptable..."

Snape did not hear Cyrus's whisper. She sighed heavily and rubbed her hands, "Don't you no longer recognize me as your student? Why would you still want to save me? Aren't you afraid that Voldemort will be angry with you?"

"It's just Dumbledore's request. I have no interest in saving a madman."

Cyrus stretched out his finger on the wand in Snape's hand, "So this is proof that Professor Snape loves and hates me? After saving me, is he going to re-cast the Death Curse?"

Snape threw a small box of ointment to her and said with an unkind expression, "200 gold galleons. Leave as soon as you wake up!"

Cyrus reluctantly took out a large bag of heavy gold coins from his pocket, "I've caused you trouble again, Severus."

Snape reached out to take the bag, and an irresistible pull suddenly came from his wrist, causing him to fall forward, facing a flash of scarlet.

"Feel sorry."

Paralysis spread rapidly throughout his body, and Cyrus activated his magic power to petrify Snape as quickly as possible, but he was still too late to avoid Snape's subconscious attack.

Blood flowed down Cyrus's cheek, and Snape, who was stiff, his pupils trembled violently when he saw the wound across his cheek. There were ups and downs in his heart, as if some shackles were about to be opened when a cold hand blocked his sight, "Early tonight, Department of Mysteries." Snape's thoughts were suddenly pulled back, but he could no longer move.

Cyrus turned away from Snape. He raised his hand to touch the wound on his eye. Cyrus' left eye could not be opened due to Snape's attack.

"He saved me who was seriously injured and was extremely cautious with me." Cyrus' thoughts seemed to go back to her first meeting with Snape, "God really played a big joke on me."

Her figure gradually became smaller, her black hair turned to white, and the wounds on her eyes disappeared. Only the purple wounds on her neck and the blood stains on her body remained.

The three of them, Harry, were returning to Hogwarts Castle from the Forbidden Forest. "Why do you think Hagrid's brother is so stupid? He can't even speak fluently now? My throat is almost hoarse." Ron complained to Hagrid. Ropp and Hermione pushed Ron, who was shaking his head and unable to walk properly, with his elbow, "Giants' IQs are naturally low due to race. Why don't you complain about their high magic resistance?"

"Okay, okay, don't give me any more information, Miss Know-It-All. Oh! What are you doing? You can't take a joke. Harry, look at her."

Harry, who was walking in front, ignored them. He stood still and quickly looked around, then immediately took out his wand and became alert. "Hermione, Ron, someone is around!"

After hearing Harry's reminder, the two of them stopped looking like they were joking and immediately took out their wands. The three of them stood back to back and observed the surroundings. Hermione noticed something first and whispered, "The smell of blood, is it a beast from the Forbidden Forest?"

Harry shook his head, "This is already the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and large beasts will not come out."

When the three people's nerves were tense, a sound came from a bush, accompanied by weak breathing. Harry didn't hesitate and immediately fired towards the grass, while Hermione on the side seemed to have discovered something and shouted, "Wait!" Hermione's violent reaction distracted Harry, and the spell missed.

Just as he was about to launch the magic spell again, a white figure appeared in the grass.

"Witt? Why are you here?" The sudden appearance of red blurred his vision. When Harry saw clearly, he found that Witt was covered in blood, and the bruises on his neck were shocking. Witt staggered a few steps and seemed to finally find hope. He lost all strength and fell to the ground.

Hermione hurried forward to check, "Witt, what's going on? Didn't you go back to Slytherin Mansion?"

"What happened? Wit, are you okay?"

The three of them were anxious. Witt, who was lying in Hermione's arms, tremblingly grabbed Hermione's waist bag and used his strength to force himself to sit up.

"Sister...save her. She was taken away by Voldemort...the Ministry of Magic...prophecy." Then she fainted.

Harry's mind went blank. Cyrus was captured by Voldemort? How is it possible? She is so strong, but even Witt, who was extremely protected by Cyrus, was injured.

"Harry, Harry! What should I do!" Ron and Hermione shouted to pull Harry back, "Where is my double-sided mirror? I need to contact Sirius. If Cyrus is in danger, they will definitely find a solution. !”

He hurriedly rummaged in his pocket and took out a double-sided mirror. Harry always carried such an important thing with him. "Sirius, Sirius! What's going on? Why is there no response!"

No matter how much Harry transferred magic power into the double-sided mirror, he could not summon Sirius, "Damn it! Why is it at this time!"

"Maybe they have already gone to rescue Cyrus? Harry, don't be impatient, let's think about how to help them."

Hermione was the first to calm down. She looked at the tall tower on the west side of the castle. "Principal Dumbledore is not here today either. We can go and notify Professor McGonagall."

Harry looked solemn and made a decision in his heart. He looked at the two of them, his eyes unwavering, "We can't wait any longer. If Sirius and the others went to rescue Cyrus, why would Wit come to us? Obviously they are also on a mission. Professor McGonagall will not let us go. Let's go. The situation is urgent now. Send Witte to Madam Pomfrey, and let's go rescue her!"