Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Delis didn't hear Cyrus's whisper, quickly walked out of the gray prison, 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 the 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. Everyone couldn't help but huddled in the corner and opened 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 scent of new baits, the Soul Eaters almost turned a deaf ear to 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 forward suddenly became panicked. The Soul Eaters behind did not know what was happening 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 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 pain, betrayal, hatred, sadness and self-blame...

When he came back from his happy memories, all the Soul Eaters in Azkaban were gone, and his body was warm.

"Patronus Charm..." he said blankly.

"Yes, this is a patron saint."

Cyrus did not know when he stood in front of Sirius' cell. Looking at the man with tears in his eyes and a look of desolation on his face, he said softly:

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

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

There is no need to defend yourself.

If he had wanted to say it, he would have told the truth eleven years ago. Even though Pettigrew was dead and had no evidence to prove it, at least Dumbledore might have trusted him.

But what's the point?

James Potter and Lily Potter will not survive this, not to mention that if they are not smart, they will not cause tragedy. There seems to be nothing wrong in saying that they are the murderers.

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