Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel staggered when he heard this, and almost couldn't hold it together -

There's no Ghost Rider in this world, right... huh?

"Severus—Severus! Help—"

Pettigrew was escorted by Snape and had no chance to resist. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he was forced to shut up by Snape's stroke of his wand.

After they all left the Shrieking Shack, they heard a painful howl from the dilapidated wooden house behind them.

"Ouch——"

There was undisguised hatred in Snape's eyes when he looked back.

"Let's go, don't be angry, Remus has to leave at the end of this year anyway... But I think you still can't get the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position."

Anriel shrugged, and Snape's expression became even gloomier.

"Severus, what do you think I should pay attention to if I want to stuff this pest into a place like the Ministry of Magic where there are piles of food buckets?"

As if to ease the atmosphere, Anriel spoke half-jokingly.

Half-joking means that the tone is joking, but the statement is factual.

"Maybe... just be careful that the rats will run away on their own."

Snape said as he glanced at Peter, who was floating beside him, unable to move.

Anriel raised his wand, and a giant silver-white eagle flew out from the tip of the wand and shot towards the castle in the distance like a sharp arrow.

Let Dumbledore inform Fudge - judging from his previous performance, Fudge doesn't seem to trust Anriel.

The air seems very fresh at the edge of the forbidden forest at night.

And because of Anriel's existence, there won't be anything like Dementors to spoil the fun this time.

A full moon hung high in the sky, casting its moonlight on the Black Lake, reflecting an alluring and mysterious glow.

Although Anriel was walking in the front, everyone had an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as if an eye was staring at them from the back of their head, making them shudder and their limbs chill.

If someone describes this feeling to Anriel, Anriel will be happy to tell them...

This is what it feels like when your soul is being targeted.

The key is that Anriel walks very slowly - this means that every step taken by the people behind him is a huge challenge and torture, and they have to bear huge psychological pressure.

Snape and Hermione were fine, the former had plenty of experience and the latter wasn't too afraid of Anriel.

Harry and Ron were almost covered in cold sweat.

......

By the time they arrived at the castle gate, the two boys had almost knelt down...

"Tsk, your mental strength is not good enough, you need to keep practicing."

Anriel said jokingly, and walked directly into the castle with Sirius, and Snape followed closely behind, without even the thought or action of waiting for them to recover their strength.

Snape knew that Anriel was going to take these two people to the headmaster's office.

In this situation and this atmosphere, Snape was usually a man of few words.

The two of them walked in silence to the stone monster guarding the door of the principal's office.

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other and fell silent again.

But this silence... probably means...

......

Snape: What's the password?

Anriel: You don’t know?

Snape: I'm not coming.

Anriel: I know.

Snape: So what do you say?

Anriel: It’s too embarrassing, I won’t tell you.

......

After a dozen seconds of silence——

"Okay, okay, you win."

Anriel sighed:

"Strawberry Bobo Lollipop."

Snape's face was twitching, and it was obvious that he was trying very hard to hold back his laughter...

When Snape saw Anriel looking at him with a regretful look, he became even more nervous.

"Go upstairs, quickly."

Anriel said unhappily, raising his leg and kicking Wormtail.

Wormtail: ? EXCUSE ME?

But he couldn't speak now, so he could only bear it.

The stairs spiraled upward, and a few seconds later, Anriel knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office.

"Please come in."

The oak door opened inward and Dumbledore stood by the fire.

Considering that Fawkes's shelf was now empty, Anriel had reason to believe that Dumbledore was now waiting for Fudge to come out of the fireplace.

"Ah..." Dumbledore exclaimed softly, walked around the table and chairs in front of him and walked towards the door.

He first looked at Wormtail next to Snape.

He looked at Sirius who had already woken up beside Anriel.

"So, kid... do you want to tell me this story first, or wait until Connelly comes and tell it together?"

Dumbledore asked pleasantly.

Before Anriel could answer, Snape next to him keenly sensed that... something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Principal, I'm leaving now."

Dumbledore nodded, and Snape turned and left without any reluctance.

Sirius, who had just woken up, had not yet reacted and was looking at Dumbledore and Andril in confusion.

With a "pop" sound, a flash of fire passed by.

Fox is back.

"It looks like the Minister is about to arrive—"

Dumbledore said as he turned back to the source of the voice.

"I hope he only takes one Dementor...no more."

Wormtail had his head hung low, his whole body shaking like a sieve, and now he was shaking even more violently.

Sirius on the side uttered a loud "Puh". He thought that for this traitor, it would not be too much to be cut into pieces.

Fudge didn't keep the three people and a mouse in the room waiting for too long.

With a whoosh, the emerald green flames swirled, and Fudge's plump figure stepped out of the fireplace.

The first person he saw was definitely not Peter Pettigrew who was hanging his head, but Sirius Black who was holding his head high, with wide eyes and anger written all over his face.

"Black! Sirius Black!"

Fudge hastily reached inside his robes, trying to pull out his wand.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the most powerful wizard in the world was in this room, and the most powerful wizard recognized by this "most powerful wizard" was also here...

Fudge realized it later and reacted, and put down his hand that was about to pull out his wand.

He smiled awkwardly.

"Ah, Dumbledore...you have captured Sirius Black...and this..."

Fudge looked at Anriel.

It was only then that he noticed that Wormtail, half-hidden by Anriel, was still squatting on the ground with his head lowered.

"Keep your head up, Wormtail."

Anriel raised his hand and Peter's head rose uncontrollably.

Fortunately, it took Fudge a while to identify it...

"This is……?"

Fudge couldn't believe his eyes... Actually, he already had the answer in his heart, but he was not sure...

Why would a dead person appear here?

"Peter? Is this Peter Pettigrew?"