Chapter 86: Patronus and Sirius

Delis didn't hear Cyrus's whisper, walked out of the gray prison quickly, drove the carriage and left. He didn't want to stay in a place like Azkaban for a moment.

As soon as the prison cart pulled by Pegasus Yeqi left, the wandering Soul Eaters couldn't hold it any longer.

They had already absorbed most of the happiness of the other prisoners in the prison. At this moment, they were very hungry and eager to taste Cyrus' plate of fresh desserts. A soul that has not been exposed to Soul Eaters is more attractive to them than anything else.

In comparison, the emotions of other prisoners in the prison are as disgusting as dead fish that have been rotting for hundreds of years.

Dementors are some of the ugliest things in the world. They haunt the darkest, filthiest places, they live in decay and despair, and they suck peace, hope, and joy out of the air around them.

They were covered in tattered, black robes, and underneath the robes seemed to be dense bones, but they had no faces.

Now, hundreds of Soul Eaters are rushing into the gray tower like crazy, fearing that they will completely miss out on the delicious food if they are too late.

In the small space of the prison, they crowded each other and emitted cold breath, which caused incomparable pain to the prisoners who were not their targets. All the good feelings and all the happy memories were taken away by them, and layers of illusory shadows were pulled out from their bodies.

The prisoners immediately began to tremble violently, their eyes stared as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, and their faces were as pale as the tombs on the island.

Normally, the Soul Eaters would not let go of a little bit of happiness, but it was different now. Their shadows quickly shuttled through the passages in the tower, and soon reached the deepest part of the prison. Now, those who had almost The crazy Death Eaters fell silent for a moment.

The sudden drop in temperature announced the arrival of the Soul Eater, and everyone couldn't help but curl up in the corner and open their mouths numbly.

There was only one exception - Sirius Black.

Listening to the group of Death Eaters wailing under the attack of the Soul Eater was the only thing that made him happy in the past eleven years. It's a pity that his range of actions is limited and he can't see the miserable appearance of those hateful guys.

Of course, he could escape punishment if he turned into an animal. Chains couldn't lock a dog's paws, and iron bars couldn't stop a dog's body. Even the Soul Eater wasn't interested in the emotions of animals at all. It's just that Sirius is willing to come to this hell, not to avoid punishment, but to atone for his sins.

He only used the power of Animagus a few times in the most desperate times, and the rest of the time he relied on his strong will to resist.

Now, he wanted to see how long the new "friend" could last under the attack of the Soul Eater before losing consciousness.

He saw rows of Soul Eaters passing by in front of him. With the new bait emitting scent, the Soul Eaters almost turned a deaf ear to the other prisoners. But even so, it's enough for a pot. Not to mention directly facing so many Soul Eaters...

It is too easy for these guys to kill a person. It is just a forced compromise for long-term food.

He has no sympathy at all in his heart. He will enter Azkaban anyway, and he will be imprisoned for life. There is a high probability that he will not be a good person.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the expected wailing.

"You didn't just faint, did you?"

Sirius suddenly felt a little disappointed. The "new guy" didn't make any movement at all. He probably just passed out.

But the next moment, he saw the most surprising scene in his life - the Soul Eaters who were still rushing one after another suddenly became panicked. The Soul Eaters behind did not know what happened and were still moving forward, but the Soul Eaters in front The monster started to run away as if he had encountered something terrifying.

So the prison corridors were completely blocked.

Sirius had never seen the Soul Eater look so frightened and confused. It was like a wizard meeting Voldemort or an Acromantula meeting a basilisk.

He wanted to know what happened to make these "guards" so frightened. He curiously walked to the iron fence and pressed his thin face against the iron fence. The bone-chilling cold hit him instantly, and everything was frozen. His palms were almost frozen to the iron railing, but he didn't care at all, as if the pain at the moment was fake.

Then, he saw a group of silver light from the corner of his eyes. It was an amorphous light, like the moon shining on the clouds, like the wet morning mist that diffused in the forest on an autumn morning.

A lot of joy suddenly welled up in Sirius's heart.

He thought of the happy times he had spent at Hogwarts. Of course, he had done a lot of bad things with James, but apart from being harsh to Snape, it was nothing serious; he thought of every In autumn, there would always be mist on the Black Lake. In winter, the entire lake would be frozen, and they would skate on it; he remembered that every moonlit night, four animals would be happy together in the castle. Wandering...

Then, his eyes became moist.

How long had it been since he had recalled these happy memories?

Because behind these happiness there is always hidden pain, betrayal, hatred, sadness and self-blame...

When he came back to his senses from the happy memory, all the Soul Eaters in Azkaban disappeared, and his body was warm.

"Patronus Charm..." he said blankly.

"Yes, it's a Patronus."

Cyrus stood in front of Sirius' cell without knowing when, looking at this tearful and dejected man, and whispered:

"Sirius Black - the craziest Death Eater under the Dark Lord, betrayed his closest friend James Potter, and killed Peter Pettigrew and thirteen Muggles with evil black magic..."

"Who are you?" Sirius raised his head. He did not relax his vigilance because Cyrus released a Patronus Charm. On the contrary, it was obviously not a good thing for such a wizard to sneak into Azkaban.

As for defending himself, there was no need.

If he wanted to say it, he would have told the truth eleven years ago. Although Pettigrew was dead and there was no evidence, at least Dumbledore might trust him.

But what's the point?

James Potter and Lily Potter would not have come back to life because of this, and if it weren't for their own cleverness, the tragedy would not have happened, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that they are the murderer.

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