Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

"It's so frustrating. The first thing my godson called out was not my name." Sirius's unkind words came. He touched the earring in his palm, "Tsk, a basilisk stole the spotlight."

"You brat, we're not here for a joke. Be serious!" Moody slashed the ground with his crutch, and the Death Eaters around him were immediately knocked away.

"Haha, I know. If you dare to hurt my godson, I really don't want to live anymore."

Members of the Order of the Phoenix apparated one after another. Lupine and Tonks immediately stood in front of Ginny and others, "Look for an opportunity to escape, we will cover!"

"Where's Cyrus!? Wit told us..." Harry relaxed immediately after seeing Sirius and others, and questions emerged in his mind.

"You guys get out of here first! You're a bunch of brats!" Moody was in a bad mood and yelled out loud during the battle, looking even crazier than Bella.

Sirius grabbed Harry, and Helbo's huge figure stood in front of them. The yellow beast eyes stared at little Barty and kept hissing. Haierbo's sharp fangs were exposed, and his yellow pupils reflected a halo. He seemed to hear something when he was about to attack Little Barty. She looked around, then shrunk back to the earrings held by Sirius.

"Hey! Why did you go back? It's really useless, but you are not missing. Harry, well done, you really look like James back then. Now, it's our turn to fight back!"

The appearance of the members of the Order of the Phoenix gave Harry and the others a boost, and the results of their hard training in school were constantly stimulated. Barty Jr. was seriously injured due to the impact of Haierbo, and Bella and Dolohov were unable to show their true strength due to their injuries. And Lucius has been quietly making soy sauce in a corner.

People from the Ministry of Magic gradually became aware of the anomaly, and more reinforcements were coming. The situation was gradually reversing, and Barty Jr. spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted, "How long are you going to watch?!"

Bella's face changed immediately after hearing Little Barty's words. All the Death Eaters' bodies trembled, but Dolohov's eyes were more expectant. Sensing something strange about the enemy, Harry and the others looked around. It seemed that little Barty was just talking to the air, and no one responded.

"Damn it, don't forget the master and your..."

Before Little Barty finished speaking, a large black mist filled the center of the room. And out of the black mist, a man wearing a black robe and a pure white mask walked out. The trace of blood on it made the mask even paler. The man in black robe stood next to the curtain in the center of the room. A bright green curse struck, but was dispelled by the man in black robe with the same but brighter death curse.

Tonks looked at Moody who was beside her and fired the killing curse without saying a word, "Teacher, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Unless she dies, everyone present will not be able to leave the Ministry of Magic!" The man in black robe did not fight back, but simply deflected all attacks directed at her.

As several magic spells concentrated under the huge curtain behind her, a powerful energy began to gather. This energy was like a flame in the darkness, burning with destructive power and covering the entire room. A chill surged from the hearts of everyone, as if the shadow of death had descended.

The curtains began to vibrate, making a low roaring sound. Everyone's heartbeats seemed to be speeding up, and the tense atmosphere could almost condense in the air. Just then, a loud noise broke the silence. The curtain that symbolizes death has come to an end.

As the curtain collapsed, falling rocks poured down like rain, and everyone ducked involuntarily. The woman in black robe stood there unmoved, with an invisible barrier between her body and the stone.

At this time, Sirius looked at the man in black robes in disbelief, and the moment he looked at him, his worst guess was confirmed.

"What on earth are you thinking about when we are fooling around?" Sirius cursed in his mind, but there was no more time for him to think. Sirius picked up Harry and ran out. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix also followed one another in the chaos. Escape the room. But Bella and others were closely followed behind them.

"Is she sick! Destroy that room now!"

"Don't talk nonsense, the people from the Ministry of Magic will be here soon! Follow the master's orders."

Everyone chased them to the hall. Sirius grabbed Harry's shoulders with both hands, his eyes full of solemnity, "Go! Hurry!" Harry noticed something unusual about Sirius, "What's going on? What happened? Then Who is this? Sirius, tell me you know what is going on, right?"

The ominous premonition became stronger, and Harry's question turned into a request, "Who is that man in black robe...?"

"Harry! Listen to me, okay? Arthur will take you out of the Ministry of Magic. Now go!"

The sound of footsteps came from the other direction, and Fudge and other members of the Ministry of Magic hurried over. Hermione and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. With such a large number of people, the Death Eaters would definitely choose to retreat. However, the situation became very strange. The two camps faced each other in the hall. The Death Eaters who were at a disadvantage in numbers not only did not escape, but were all confident.

Fudge's face looked as ugly as possible. The prisoners who had been captured and imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic appeared in the Ministry of Magic openly. People from the Order of the Phoenix also intervened, and just as the battle was about to break out, another black mist emerged in the center of the hall.

Harry opened his eyes wide to observe, and even his pupils couldn't control the trembling when he saw the person clearly. Everyone present was shocked for a while, and then the waves in their hearts could not be calmed down.

"Vol...Voldemort...he is really back..."

Voldemort looked at everyone present with his dark and deep cold eyes. The wand in his hand pointed to the sky, and a huge grid composed of magic surrounded everyone. He landed leisurely in the center of the crowd and bowed to Fudge and the other gentlemen in a deathly silence. "It seems that you all still recognize me, which is really pleasant. Today is an important moment for me, and I don't want to lose any audience." "

He looked around at the Death Eaters with anticipation in his eyes. A path was gradually given way among the dark Death Eaters, until a pale mask stained with blood appeared.

The man in black robe walked slowly towards the center of the hall. With every step she took, the magic pressure around her became stronger. Fudge couldn't even lift his wand, his eyes fixed on the glass ball held in the hand of the man in black robe. Everyone saw that it was a prophecy ball. Harry and the others secretly thought that something was wrong. Not only did they fail to find the prophecy about Cyrus, but they were overtaken by the Death Eaters.

"Why don't you let everyone listen?" Voldemort's tone was calm, as if he was asking, but everyone's heart tightened.

The prophecy ball emitted more and more intense light in the hands of the man in black robe, and the ethereal and illusory voice gradually began to sound: The non-existent... heir... woke up with disaster. Thousands of lives were lost...the power of the soul transcended death, and there was no longer a savior in the world...everything...returned to darkness.

The prophetic voice died down, and Voldemort's laughter filled the hall. "Beyond death, there will be no savior. Hahahaha, did you hear it! Everything will return to darkness and our hands!"

He put his hands on the shoulders of the man in black robes, and rubbed the mask with his snake-skin fingers. The excitement in his words could not be concealed, "I knew it, I knew it, you and I should have stood together!"

"It's fake, it must be fake! It must...not be true. Where is Cyrus!?"

"Hey! Fudge, what are you doing standing there? If you don't arrest the prisoners, will your Ministry of Magic have a living?"

Sirius pulled Harry who was about to rush forward, but Voldemort's laughter sounded again, "Oh, Harry. It's such a pity that you are no longer the savior who is worshiped by others. But don't you have such simple common sense? Understand? Only the person in the prophecy can reveal the full content of the prophecy."

Voldemort's broad palm covered the mask of the man in black robe, and then there was the sound of the mask breaking. Pieces of mask fragments fell off, revealing the face of the man in black robe.

"Cyrus...how could..." Harry fell to the ground. He told himself again and again that it was just his random imagination, but all kinds of signs and coincidences made him speculate. But now, the cruel truth is before our eyes.

Cyrus looked at the prophecy ball in his hand expressionlessly, and the scars on his right eye and neck were shocking. Voldemort gently touched the wound on Cyrus's right eye, and his tone became much colder.

He put a ring in Cyrus's hand, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I think you can probably guess how to resurrect him - an equal exchange. How long do you want that little friend to stay with you? I His mission is accomplished, and it should be his master’s obligation to keep him alive. Then, it’s time to prove your case.”

Cyrus turned his head to look at Voldemort, and a familiar silver light appeared in his broken soul. The originally emotionless pupils trembled violently, and with a strong squeeze, the prophecy ball shattered in her hands. Voldemort grabbed Cyrus's raised wrist and showed a bright smile, "Yes, now your dear child is also one of my most important items. A simple mathematical question, how much can you exchange for your child's life?" Where are the people present?”

The intact left eye gradually turned scarlet, and the suffocating magic pressure was instantly released. Voldemort also used his own magic power to resist Cyrus's magical pressure, but it seemed that he was not as relaxed as before.

"Is this really good? In order to resurrect it, I am extremely weak now, and so is it. You don't want to lose him again, right?"

Barty Jr. and others took out their wands and pointed them at Cyrus. Everyone was waiting for Cyrus' next move, and they saw her walking towards Fudge and others step by step.

Witnessing this scene, Voldemort laughed wildly, "Today is the day I announce my return to the world, and it is also the day I introduce to you my greatest hero - Cyrus!"

Groups of faint blue fire ignited around her body, but the clear and deep blue became more and more turbid, turning into black that could swallow everything in an instant. Little Barty looked at the black fire that was even hotter and more pure than before, and his right side of his face, which had not fully healed, felt a dull pain.

Black flames swept towards the members of the Ministry of Magic, and the shouts of Harry and others were completely drowned out by the commotion.

"I knew it! You have been secretly forming an army to try to fight against the Ministry of Magic! Cyrus Slytherin! As the Minister of Magic, I am now issuing an arrest order for you! No matter life or death! Come on!"

Fudge was still speaking harshly at this time, and his trembling legs had already exposed his timidity. Because from beginning to end, Cyrus was always looking at himself. However, under the huge pressure of Cyrus, everyone's actions became stiff.

No matter how many spells they fired at Cyrus, they could not defeat the black fire surrounding her. All the Death Eaters were eager to try, but were stopped by the leader, Barty Jr., "No one is allowed to take action. This is the master's order!"

Little Barty looked at the black figure in the field coldly, "No one has ever been qualified to make a deal with the master. Either surrender or die!"

In this dark hall, darkness enveloped everything silently. "Worried that others will form an army to overthrow you?" Cyrus glanced at the pale Fudge indifferently, "I alone am enough."

Suddenly, a huge black figure appeared on the ground. It rushed forward quickly, as powerful as a giant beast, and its appearance was like the god of death holding a sickle in fairy tales. The black shadow raised the sickle and struck it down quickly, instantly releasing hot flames and rushing towards Fudge like a blazing flame. The screams stopped suddenly, and Fudge was instantly swallowed up by the flames and turned into ashes.

"Weak and incompetent Minister of Magic, your career is over, and so is your life." Cyrus' emotionless voice echoed throughout the hall, like an icy cold wind piercing his heart. Her words were like a sharp dagger, piercing into the hearts of every member of the Ministry of Magic without mercy.

"Traitor to the wizarding world!!"

Scrimgeour, who witnessed Fudge's death, stood up. The resurrection of Voldemort and the truth of the prophecy of Slytherin's heir made all members of the Ministry of Magic more fearful and shocked than motivated to fight. Although he didn't have much affection for Fudge, he couldn't bear to kill their minister like this in front of all the staff.

He looked towards the position of the Order of the Phoenix members. They were all depressed and depressed. Lupine was trying his best to stop Sirius from going berserk.

"Cyrus! What on earth are you thinking! You are talking! It was you who lured Harry and the others here?!" Sirius could no longer remain calm, thinking that Cyrus was just pretending in front of the Death Eaters. , he was just about to prepare to fight with her when he was shocked when Cyrus killed Fudge.

Harry was completely stunned at this moment, he still couldn't accept what happened. He took heavy steps, feeling dizzy as if his brain had been struck by lightning. Everything that I couldn't figure out before seems to have an explanation. Why did Witt get injured under Salazar's protection, why did Witt find him immediately, and why did their journey go so smoothly.

"Aren't you going to explain it to your old friends, Cyrus?" Voldemort chuckled and played with the broken mask in his hand.

A somewhat dim green curse struck Cyrus, but was easily blocked by her. Who was the first to attack Cyrus? Harry looked towards the source of the curse. It was Kate. She came here with the members of the Order of the Phoenix, but unlike Sirius and the others, she stood in front of Harry and the others as soon as she arrived. She acted cautiously from beginning to end, almost making no sense of presence behind them.

Kate didn't say much, just kept attacking Cyrus in the center of the room. Voldemort's cold sneer came to his ears, "If I'm not mistaken, she seems to be your subordinate. Since she killed you as soon as she recognized you, look, everyone will betray you one by one." "

A black flame suddenly ignited and rushed towards the members of the Order of the Phoenix like a ferocious beast. Cyrus' attack spoke louder than any words, Moody stood up in front of everyone, and Tonks and others also tried their best to cast spells to resist the fierce fire. Kate retreated from the front. She was trying her best to support Moody and the others, but she was not prepared to help them at the cost of her life.

However, Cedric clung to Harry who was about to be devoured in the sea of ​​​​fire, and they were unable to stop this terrible fire. The members of the Order of the Phoenix tried their best to resist the invasion of flames, but the powerful fire released by Cyrus was difficult to break easily, and their foothold was getting smaller and smaller.

Members of the Ministry of Magic also felt that they were in a difficult situation. The barriers set by Voldemort prevented them from escaping, and the fierce fire in the darkness forced everyone to a desperate situation.