As soon as the prison cart pulled by Pegasus and Nightmares left, the wandering soul-eating monsters could no longer hold back.

They had already consumed most of the happiness of the other prisoners in the prison, and now they were very hungry and eager to taste Cyrus's fresh dessert. A soul that had never been in contact with the Soul Eater was more attractive to them than anything else.

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

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

They were wearing tattered, black robes, and underneath the robes seemed to be a pile of white bones, but without faces.

Now, hundreds of Soul-Eating Monsters rushed into the gray tower like crazy, fearing that they would miss the delicious food completely if they were a step late.

In the small space of the prison, they crowded together, emitting cold breath, which made the prisoners who were not their targets feel extremely painful. All the good feelings and 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 widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, and their faces became as pale as the graves on the island.

Normally, the Soul Eaters would not miss any opportunity, but now it was different. Their shadows quickly shuttled through the passages in the tower and soon reached the deepest part of the prison. At this moment, those Death Eaters who were almost crazy suddenly became silent.

The sudden drop in temperature announced the arrival of the Soul Eater. Everyone couldn't help but curl up in the corner, opening their mouths woodenly.

There was only one exception - Sirius Black.

Listening to the Death Eaters wailing under the attack of the Soul Eater was the only happy thing for him in the past eleven years. It was a pity that his range of action was limited and he could not see the miserable appearance of those hateful guys.

Of course, if he turned into an animal, he could escape punishment. Chains couldn't lock a dog's claws, iron bars couldn't hold a dog's body, and even the Soul Eater wasn't interested in an animal's emotions. But Sirius was willing to come to this hell, not to escape punishment, but to atone for his sins.

He only used his Animagus ability 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 his 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 a fragrant scent, the Soul Eaters almost turned a deaf ear to the other prisoners. But even so, it was enough to make people eat a pot. Not to mention facing so many Soul Eaters directly...

It is too easy for these guys to kill a person, but they are just forced to make a compromise for the sake of long-term food.

He had no sympathy in his heart. Anyway, anyone who was sent to Azkaban and sentenced to life imprisonment could not be a good person.

But he waited for a long time and did not hear the expected wailing.

"Did he faint directly?"

Sirius suddenly felt a little disappointed. The "newcomer" didn't make any movement. He might have fainted.

But the next moment, he saw the most surprising scene in his life - the Soul-Eating Monsters that were originally rushing forward one after another suddenly became panicked. The Soul-Eating Monsters at the back were still moving forward for some unknown reason, but the Soul-Eating Monsters in the front began to flee as if they had encountered something terrifying.

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

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

Then, he saw a ball of silver light out of the corner of his eye. It was an amorphous light, like the moon shining on the clouds, like the wet morning mist spreading in the forest on an autumn morning.

A lot of joy suddenly surged in Sirius' heart.

He thought of the happy times he had when he was a student at Hogwarts. Of course, he had done many bad things with James, but apart from being a little harsh on Snape, the other things were harmless. He remembered that every autumn, there would always be fog on the Black Lake, and in winter, the entire lake would freeze and they would skate on it. He remembered that every night with a bright moon, there would be four animals wandering happily in the castle together...

Then, his eyes became moist.

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

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

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

"The Patronus Charm..." he said dully.

"Yes, it's a patronus."

Cyrus stood in front of Sirius' cell without knowing when, looking at this man with tears in his eyes and a dejected face, he said softly:

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

"Who are you?" Sirius raised his head. He did not let down his guard just because Cyrus cast a Patronus Charm. On the contrary, it was obviously not a good thing that such a wizard had sneaked into Azkaban.

There is no need to defend myself.

If he wanted to, he would have told the truth eleven years ago. Even though 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 he hadn't been so smart, the tragedy would not have happened. It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that he is the murderer.

Thanks to the 100-point reward from the book friend 20230117220512347 and fearodeath for their temperament.

(End of this chapter)