Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Lupin stood aside, looking at Anriel who was smiling, and then at Peter who was terrified.

He couldn't tell whether Anriel was joking or really wanted to spare Peter's life...

After Anriel said this, Peter's body went limp and he couldn't hold the door.

In less than a second, Sirius (in Hook form) kicked the door open and rushed in.

The moment the door was pushed open, Peter jumped to the place where Anriel ordered him to go like a frightened mouse, and huddled there trembling.

As for Sirius, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the two remaining people in the room.

"Hold still, Sirius..."

Anriel spoke slowly, turning his head to the window, as if admiring the bright moonlight cast by the full moon in the sky.

"The guests haven't arrived yet..."

The black dog stood up and miraculously grew taller, becoming as tall as a standing person.

"impossible!"

Sirius bared his yellow teeth, which looked many times sharper than those of an ordinary person.

Anriel frowned, his tone slightly unfriendly:

"I told you, wait a minute..."

"Sirius!"

Lupin realized that the atmosphere on the field was very wrong, and quickly spoke to dissuade Sirius...

However, it's too late.

......

!!!

A layer of withered and cold aura rolled out with Anriel as the center.

"I told you..."

Anriel's eyes were gray, his breath was cold, and a hint of chill came out of his mouth.

Lupin's hair stood on end, but he could still move and raise his hands.

He put his hand to the back of his neck...

There is already a thin layer of fine ice crystals condensed on it...

Anriel took slow steps, and each step seemed to be calculated—slow, graceful, and unquestionable.

He walked up to Sirius's body, which was frozen in the forward motion...

Then he kicked the "ice sculpture" to the wall!

"Have you...ever thought about running away, Wormtail?"

Anriel didn't look at Sirius, but turned to look at Peter, staring at him and asked this question.

The restraints on his body were suddenly released, and Peter's mouse-like head nodded like pounding garlic.

He felt that his life was under the most serious threat he had ever faced - a future in which he could neither live nor die, and was extremely bleak.

It seemed as if all the happiness in the world would leave him...

He had heard of this condition, this symptom…

This is how Dementors feel.

A human being can emit the aura of a Dementor...

Peter didn't dare to escape, and he couldn't escape at all.

A foul smell slowly spreads...

Anriel raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he hadn't thought of this either.

He snapped his fingers and the unpleasant smell disappeared.

Then he turned to Sirius and said unkindly:

"Sirius Black? Huh?"

Anriel walked up to Sirius and slowly bent down... because Sirius was now lying on the ground, his whole body stiff.

"who do you think You Are?!"

Anriel stretched out one leg and stomped hard on one of Sirius's hands.

"It seems that twelve years in Azkaban did not teach you... Sometimes, when facing a powerful person, you should learn to... yield appropriately."

Sirius' expression was frozen. Although no one knew what he was thinking, judging from the resentful look in his eyes, it was probably not a good thing.

"It seems you are still very unconvinced."

Anriel nodded seriously and slowly stood up.

He kicked hard again, stepping on the exact same spot as before.

"See? Generally speaking, this is how power is used...

In most cases, it does not punish those who deserve to be tortured, but instead hurts those who defy the power itself first.”

Anriel spread his hands and pointed at Wormtail without even looking back at him.

"I'll give you a chance to guess what this guy is thinking right now?"

He untied the restraints on Sirius' mouth.

Sirius turned his head stiffly, staring at Anriel with terrifying eyes, without saying a word... or rather, he let out a few growls that were not as powerful as those of the zombies.

"You don't know? Or do you not want to talk to someone like me?"

Anriel slowly raised his hands and hugged his chest, twisting his feet slowly.

"But I want to tell you—"

Anriel loosened his feet, turned back and walked towards the windowsill, without even looking at Sirius:

"What this mouse is thinking now is that I must not divert my attention to him and just treat him as a fart."

"Very humble? Very cheap?"

Anriel sneered.

"So he didn't get beaten, you got beaten."

Just as he finished his words, the door Sirius had come in through was slammed open again.

Ron rushed in, followed by Harry.

Then came Crookshanks, followed by Hermione.

When they saw this scene in the house, they were also stunned—

Professor Lupin stood at the door and Anriel leaned against the window.

A shifty-looking, rat-headed fellow was crouching at the end of the four-poster bed.

Behind the door was a thin man in tattered clothes, with a hideous face and bleeding right hand.

Judging from the face...

"Sirius Black!"

Harry exclaimed. Of the three, he had read Sirius' wanted poster the most times.

"Okay, everyone is here now."

Anriel raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and his eyes had returned to their previous color without him noticing.

It took Sirius a full half a second to realize that he was now free of his restraints.

Then his next move was...

He rushed towards Peter without hesitation.

Wormtail, who was running for his life, seemed to have sensed Sirius's murderous intent and actually took evasive action in sync with Sirius' attack...

But the direction is not quite right.

Hermione screamed and tried to move aside, but failed to do so completely.

Sirius threw himself on Peter and started fighting with him.

Anriel's mouth curled up again...

He... was already a little impatient with this reckless man.

......

"Boom!"

Anriel didn't even bother to draw his wand, he just waved his hand like he was shooing away a fly, and Sirius' body hit the wall on one side, unconscious.

"Professor Lupin, Sirius has already told you everything that happened before, right?"

Lupin nodded.

Anriel turned to look at the trio:

"Well, then you and Wormtail... describe to them what happened that year.

Besides, Wormtail - I don't want to hear you making up stories to exonerate yourself.

I know a lot of things.”

Peter was shaking like a sieve.

Anriel's words, tone and demeanor reminded him of his old master...

"Don't lie, Wormtail... Lord Voldemort knows everything..."

He compromised.

Peter lowered his head, clasped his fingers tightly together and hung them in front of him, and began to recount with Lupin what had happened that year.