The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Sirius! Dumbledore shouted, walking over quickly.

Sirius's eyes flashed with a crazy look, and several fingers were firmly locked on the half-bald mouse in his hands. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Anthony felt that it was much thinner than the Banban in his memory.

My God, Black! whispered Scrimgeour, and his lion trotted up to Peter Pettigrew's cell.

I must say, this is a really unpredictable night tour, Sirius. Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, stopping outside the iron fence and looking at Sirius, Why don't you come out?

Albus? Sirius said hoarsely, as if he had once again forgotten how to use his voice correctly. His eyes moved slowly, and his gaze moved from Dumbledore's face to Snape. Snape's eyes narrowed, and a look of disgust appeared on Sirius' face, and his hands suddenly tightened. The mouse screamed miserably.

This is ridiculous, Black! said Scrimgeour sternly. How did you get in? How did you get into the cell? Never—I never heard of—

Sirius turned his head and frowned, obviously not recognizing who the other party was. His fingers relaxed a little, and the mouse took the opportunity to bite him, twisted out of his hand, jumped to the ground, and transformed back into Peter Pettigrew.

Peter seemed to be balder than the last time Anthony saw him. Under his sparse and knotted hair, there were loose skin on his cheeks and a pair of small, cloudy, tearful eyes. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight in such a short period of time and had aged a lot.

Albus— Pettigrew trembled.

Sirius roared angrily, knocked Peter Pettigrew to the ground, pressed his knees on Peter's chest, and strangled the other man's neck with his hands. Peter stretched out his hand and tried in vain a few times, then stretched out his arm and strangled Sirius' neck. The two of them rolled on the dirty cell floor, making a beast-like sound.

More Dementors gathered, and Scrimgeour's Lion Patronus walked back and forth around the four people outside the cell, lowering his body and looking menacingly at more and more Dementors. The prisoner next to Peter's cell moved slowly over with disheveled hair, his face pressed against the railing, and he stared blankly at the lion.

That's enough, said Dumbledore. Anthony only saw him wave his wand, and Sirius and Peter Pettigrew seemed to be separated by some invisible force. Sirius coughed a few times and slowly got up from the ground.

Help me, Albus, help me! Peter cried, his voice still high and thin.

He walked to his knees in front of the barbed wire fence and stretched out his arms: He wants to kill me——

That's because you deserve to die! Sirius said darkly and hoarsely. He took a step towards Peter's direction, squinting his eyes uncomfortably at the fluorescent light illuminated by Anthony, but still staring firmly at the trembling Peter by the wall. Several dementors floated over and breathed greedily at the two people in the cell. Peter sobbed, slumping even more visibly. Sirius smiled without any hint of smile.

Only then did Anthony see that Sirius's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and his whole person seemed to be in some kind of madness.

It must be a good feeling to be a mouse, Peter? Sirius said in a rough voice, A cunning mouse, huh? You are indeed much faster than me in finding loopholes in dementors...

What do you mean, Dementor loophole? Skreinja asked.

I-I don't know what you're talking about, Sirius- Peter said. Anthony saw his eyes flicking between the cell door and Dumbledore. Dumbledore lowered his eyes and met Peter's gaze. Peter shuddered and retracted his gaze.

Aren't you wondering how I got into the cell? Sirius turned to Scrimgeour, Let me tell you, dementors are a bunch of idiots. They can't see anything and can only rely on their senses... When the wizard anima When Guts transforms, to them, he's just like a real animal...ha, a bunch of blind, stupid creatures of darkness.

The dementors outside the cell were angry. Several dementors stretched out their bony, rotten hands, hung on the iron mesh with their sharp nails, and pressed their hoods against the cell. Scrimgeour's lion roared and sprang upon them. The Dementor floated away like a hurricane and retreated to the end of the corridor, but the silver lion also disappeared.

The prison suddenly became dark, with only Anthony's fluorescent light still shining. Scrimgeour raised his wand as if to summon another Patronus. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he chanted the spell several times, but only wisps of silvery smoke came out from the tip of the wand. Snape shrugged uncomfortably next to Anthony. Dumbledore glanced in his direction, raised his wand, and summoned a beautiful, shining silver-white phoenix, which landed on Dumbledore. Lido's shoulders.

Sirius, you should come out. Dumbledore said, Harry is still waiting for you at Hogwarts.

Sirius seemed completely oblivious to what was going on. He continued explaining without interruption.

It's impossible for a Dementor to tell a rat, Sirius said, turning to Peter Pettigrew on the ground and baring his teeth, or a dog. Peter shrank visibly.

Albus... Peter begged breathlessly, I have already told you the location of that man's wand. Didn't you promise me that you could exempt me from the death penalty? You always keep your word...

Dumbledore gave him a look of disgust. Snape didn't know when he took out a small bottle and held it in his left hand. Anthony recognized it as the snake venom extract that simulated the basilisk venom that he had given him.

Anthony was startled when he saw Snape looking thoughtfully at Peter Pettigrew, as if if he came any closer, Snape would stab the vial of poison into the dirty, dirty boy. In a body that is crying and crying.

Snape! Anthony whispered, What are you doing?

Snape gave him a gloomy look, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a sudden change in the cell.

Whether Peter had done something first or Sirius just couldn't take it anymore, the two of them were wrestling again.

Black! Pettigrew! Scrimgeour shouted.

Sirius— Anthony said.

There was a deafening sound in the prison, like something exploding. Anthony felt the ground shake. The dazed prisoner next to Peter's cell let out a small scream, crawled to the corner farthest from them, and shrank. Sirius and Peter were both lying on the ground, both looking like they were passed out, still breathing. More dementors gathered, floating here and there restlessly.

I'm sorry, Dumbledore said politely, withdrawing his wand.

Scrimgeour took a few deep breaths and ordered the Dementor next to him to open the cell and take Sirius out. This time the dementors quickly obeyed his orders.

What to do with him? Anthony asked, pointing to the unconscious Peter Pettigrew huddled on the ground.

Scrimgeour wiped his forehead and said in a deep voice: Just let him stay in the cell - listen carefully, if he really escapes, the Ministry of Magic will definitely terminate its cooperation with you - as for Black, Those Animagus, I will, he hesitated, I will tell the minister about it, and the minister will take care of it.

Rufus— said Dumbledore.

The Minister has always believed that these things are loyal allies of the Ministry of Magic. Scrimgeour said, with some dissatisfaction in his tone. If even Black can easily break into Azkaban, the Dark Lord...

He shook his head and did not continue. He just raised his wand and said, Let's go. I hope our boat can accommodate five people - I have never heard of five people sitting on that kind of boat at the same time.

Snape was one step ahead of him, levitating Sirius. Dumbledore's phoenix hovered around them, causing all nearby dementors to stay away. Sirius floated in the middle of the group, his head lowered and his arms motionless at his sides, like a fearful flag. Anthony saw Sirius's head banging against the slate roof of Azkaban from time to time, but Snape didn't seem to care at all.

I'll do it, Professor Snape, said Anthony, I can levitate Sirius.

No need, Professor Anthony. Snape said politely, I like to help.

He knocked Sirius against the door frame. Anthony bared his teeth in sympathy, secretly wondering what kind of hatred Snape had against Sirius. Judging from the looks on their faces every time they met, Anthony suspected that if Sirius had the chance to levitate Snape, he would probably do the same.

…

When passing the iron gate, Anthony suddenly felt something moving behind him. Dumbledore stopped abruptly, and Anthony also turned around. What appeared in front of them was a horrifying scene: countless dementors floated out from nowhere and surged into the depths of the cell like a whirlwind. Thick black robes were floating, they floated from high to low without restraint, and then rushed out from every window like a carnival.

Something happened, Anthony said.

Dumbledore put his hands on their shoulders, pushed them aside, and strode back to the prison.

His phoenix chirped crisply, and the dark dementors in the corridor slowed down as if frozen, and were easily driven to both sides by him. Scrimgeour gave chase immediately, followed closely by Antony and Snape. Sirius' head was still bumping all the way, but Anthony had no time to care about it for the time being.

Dumbledore stopped abruptly.

What- Scrimgeour said, then suddenly froze in place.

Anthony squeezed past him and saw the scene in front of him: dozens of dementors were surrounding Peter Pettigrew, and one of them was slowly putting his hood back on.

Peter Pettigrew was lying on the ground with empty eyes, having turned into a walking corpse.