The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Once again they emerged from the iron gates of Azkaban Fortress.

Peter Pettigrew's body was suspended in mid-air, with his drooping legs and arms wrapped in wrinkled wizard robes, slightly swayed by the howling wind. The water created huge waves that crashed on the rocks. A dozen Dementors floated seven or eight feet away.

Where should we go, sir? Anthony asked, looking up at Sirius, Hogwarts or St. Mungo's?

I'd say Hogwarts, said Dumbledore. What about you, Rufus?

Scrimgeour was staring at the white light at the tip of his staff, and the ravines on his face were illuminated more clearly. Me? He sounded a little tired. I'm going back to the Ministry, Dumbledore... What happened tonight means many, many documents to be written...

My sincere apologies, Rufus, said Dumbledore.

The boat they came from was still rocking in the dark water next to the dock. Dumbledore stepped on first. Scrimgeour hesitated and gave way to Anthony before following Dumbledore and stepping into the boat. After Anthony took Sirius onto the boat, the bodies of Snape and Peter Pettigrew could no longer squeeze in.

Anthony, Dumbledore and Scrimgeour looked at each other and stood up on their own initiative, leaving Sirius awkwardly lying on his side on a seat, holding on to the wooden pillars of the dock and leaving the ship. The bear lying on the dock moved his head and followed Anthony's path with his eyes.

Snape levitated Peter and stared at Anthony with a heavy gaze.

Mr. Scrimgeour can sail, and he's going to London, Anthony explained. I guess Professor Dumbledore is more skilled at Apparition. Would you mind taking another boat, Professor Snape?

Scrimgeour had flicked his wand and summoned another boat. He was tying the two boats together. When he heard this, he raised his head and looked at Anthony sharply: By the way, you can also sail a boat, right, Professor Anthony?

Well, I'm not very good at it, Anthony said, jumping into the newly appeared boat, but I have other ways.

Snape followed silently, and Anthony assumed that he had acquiesced to the arrangement and turned to the Dementor who was still not far away.

…

Dementors were flying around the boat. They had sailed into the fog and lost contact with Dumbledore and Scrimgeour's ship. Anthony's fluorescent flashes could only illuminate a very small area nearby, and occasionally the fluttering corners of the Dementor's robes could be seen. .

Snape clung to the side of the ship, staring expressionlessly into the thick fog, his eyes dark and hollow. Peter's body lay at his and Anthony's feet, swaying with the bumps of the boat, losing the magic that made Anthony want to control it.

Are you okay, Professor Snape? Anthony asked.

It couldn't be better, just like anyone who is close to a Dementor. Snape replied flatly, Thanks for your concern.

Um...I'm sorry. Anthony said.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Snape. He did not propose that Sirius sit in the same boat with him - on such a small boat, he would not dare to summon the Patronus - but he guessed that for Snape, whether it was himself, the dead Peter, or the person next to him, The seven or eight dementors are not ideal traveling companions.

…

After the dementors sent them out of the thick fog, they returned to Azkaban just like last time.

Anthony realized that they had no idea where Hogwarts was, so he simply asked them to point the ship to Scotland. He didn't know whether they understood his request, but the boat was already rushing straight ahead from the waves. Anthony could only secretly hope that the Dementors' geographical knowledge would not be too bad.

Snape seemed to relax slightly after leaving the Dementors behind. Peter's body was still lying limp on the ground. Snape lifted his expensive wizard's robes slightly to prevent Peter's thinning hair from hitting the corners of the robes.

They waited in silence. In the darkness, Anthony couldn't even see how far away he was from the mainland. The nearby waves were faintly inlaid with his fluorescent light, but further away there was still a silent darkness. All they could feel was the wind blowing violently over them and the rocking of the boat.

After an unknown amount of time, the boat finally stopped. This is a remote bay that Anthony doesn't recognize. There are several weathered fishing boats moored next to it. The wooden planks creak in the wind, and you can't even tell whether they are abandoned.

He and Snape stepped out of the boat together.

As soon as they floated Peter onto the land, the small boat that had been directed by magic to transport them disappeared silently, as if it had never appeared.

I wonder where we are now, Anthony muttered.

Snape made a sound of unknown meaning, like a combination of snort and approval. He was squinting, trying to read the sign in mid-air next to the body of Peter Pettigrew.

…

They just arrived at Hogsmeade with Dumbledore. Dumbledore transformed Sirius into a stretcher, letting him float and lie flat on it.

They passed quickly through the deserted streets. Under the dim light of the street lights, the suspended Sirius and Peter both cast long, terrifying shadows.

Anthony didn't know if it was just him or everyone who felt this way, but as they rounded the Black Lake and set out on the path to Hogwarts, he felt a sudden sense of relief. A lot did happen tonight.

…

Professor McGonagall arrived immediately after seeing the red sparks he fired.

What happened, Henry? Professor McGonagall asked, and then saw Dumbledore and Snape standing aside, Oh, my God, Severus! Albus! Have you found him?

Found it, Anthony said, We brought him back. Sirius let out a few weak moans on the stretcher.

And brought back some other things, Snape said gloomily, motioning for Professor McGonagall to look at Peter's body.

Oh my God! exclaimed Professor McGonagall, Peter Pettigrew!

He's dead, Snape said grimly. Black was there to kill him.

Professor McGonagall looked down at Peter's body, clutched her chest with her hands, and gasped.

However, a very important point is that Sirius is not the murderer. Dumbledore said gently. Nonetheless, I'm afraid we will still get into a lot of trouble. I hope you are all prepared for this. .”

Professor McGonagall looked up at him, looking very confused: Albus, what is going on?

It's a long story, Minerva. However, I will see to it that Peter Pettigrew is buried properly. Dumbledore said, nodding towards the two house elves who appeared silently. Thank you, Thank you.

This is not luggage. said an elf, bowing deeply towards Dumbledore, but Dudu is willing to serve Professor Dumbledore, and Dudu is willing to carry anything.

They put their heads together, deliberated for a while, and then raised their heads. Dudu looked at Peter's body critically, snapped his fingers, and Peter disappeared.

Where has he gone? Anthony asked.

Dudu bowed to him: Dudu put him in a place where he will not scare others. As long as Professor Dumbledore finds a suitable place, he can be buried.

That won't be long. Thank you, Dudu. Dumbledore said, turning to Professor McGonagall. Before I tell you what happened, let's take Sirius to the school hospital. I'm afraid We have to disturb dear Madam Poppy Pomfrey late at night again.

…

Under Madam Pomfrey's treatment, Sirius quickly woke up. He still looked very weak, but the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was try to sit up.

Traitor... he said, and then his eyes swept around the white, brightly lit campus hospital, and finally realized where he was. Under the gaze of Madam Pomfrey with raised eyebrows, Sirius lowered his raised arms and lay down slumped back on the hospital bed.

I screwed up, didn't I, Albus? asked Sirius hoarsely, but I can't believe it. That traitor - that rat - had not been condemned by the Wizengamot to be a Dementor. Did you kiss? How did it suddenly turn into a life sentence?

Dumbledore looked at him seriously and did not answer his question.

Sirius, said Dumbledore, do you know what you have done?

Sirius sighed, struggled to sit up, and leaned against the bed.

Yes, yes, I know. He said, I sneaked away from the campus hospital this afternoon - Madam Pomfrey snorted unhappily, went to Gringotts to withdraw some money, in the opposite corner. I bought some things in the street and wanted to bring them to Harry and the others. I was a little hungry and saw a fast food restaurant on the corner... He smiled, I haven't eaten fast food for a long time...

Madam Pomfrey said, For your sake, Mr. Black!

Well, I'm sorry, Sirius said, Then I bought a side of chips and four sandwiches to share with Harry and the others when I get back. I guess they'll be willing to have dinner with me.

Professor McGonagall said, Jesus, Sirius! Sandwiches!

That sandwich smelled good, Sirius said. I ate the chips and then I saw the newspaper. The newspaper said that Peter's final outcome was life in Azkaban, but I clearly remembered what the Wizengamot Tribunal announced. It's a dementor's kiss.

I can't believe it. Minerva, I don't know if you know this, but Azkaban isn't that scary to Animagus... you know, when we turn into animals, our Emotions have also become much simpler. Sometimes, when things get really difficult, I turn into a big dog in prison... To the dementors, they may just wonder why my feelings suddenly become simpler. Well, but there are too many people in Azkaban who have been tortured crazy... In short, they don't realize what's going on.

But, you know, Peter - Peter Pettigrew - is also an illegal Animagus, and I have no doubt that he will discover the secret of the Dementors sooner than I will. He sneered. He's always been very smart when it comes to saving his own life.

Professor McGonagall said in disbelief: So you decided to go to Azkaban? Sirius, your sense of responsibility——

My sense of responsibility prevented me from doing it immediately! Sirius roared, like a dog barking.

After he finished shouting, he froze for a moment, shook his head, and lowered his voice again: I didn't do it immediately. I thought of Harry, and I promised him that I would go back. So I packed my things and decided to go back first. To Hogwarts. In any case, it would be very difficult for the rat to escape from that sea water...

Dumbledore nodded: That's right.

I returned to Hogsmeade, but found that Honeydukes was full of people. Sirius said. Anthony felt a little strange, but he knew that he was about to reach the most critical place, so he kept quiet.

Then I decided to take a well-trodden route back, because of course I couldn't get back to Hogwarts through the main entrance, where Filch and Mrs. Norris were watching. Anyway... I walked into the Shrieking Shack.

Professor McGonagall's expression suggested that she had immediately imagined what was in the Shrieking Shack.

I saw Peter there. Sirius said, his voice rising again. He leaned on the head of the hospital bed, eyes flashing with anger. He said he had escaped from Azkaban.

Then I saw James' body... He swallowed hard, I rushed over. James' body looked too young. I stopped and suddenly realized that it was Harry's body. .

I couldn't believe Harry was going to die, but then Wormtail showed up again. Wormtail was Peter Pettigrew, that was... that was the nickname we gave him. Me, James and Remus, we always called him He Wormtail.

He said he had no choice, that he could see no way to save Harry's life except by sacrificing him. He sobbed that he had no choice. He offered Harry to his master as he had done with great joy. Gave up James and Lily. I can't stand it anymore.

It was extremely quiet in the school hospital.

Sirius took a deep breath and repeated in a low voice: I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned into a dog and bit him to death. Then I suddenly realized that it was a Boggart. I remembered that he should still be in Azkaban. I still had time to stop everything. This time I won’t come too late.”