The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Pettigrew Peter was still caught. No matter how he begged for mercy, it was too late to refute, because he saw the label on the potion bottle in Hermione's hand:

"Veritaserum"

He knew what had happened when he looked back at the silver bowl that had dried up.

Even if he bit his tongue deliberately and cruelly, it was useless... because Peter saw Snape's vicious eyes and the manic Sirius.

He begged Dumbledore, but the other party just shook his head in disappointment and took a few steps back.

"Help me?" Peter Pettigrew clasped his hands beggingly, tucked under his chin, and twisted his body on the ground trying to escape, but Snape stepped on the ground with his foot, as if stepping on a mouse's tail.

"You saved me? You saved me by asking me to be a secret keeper?" He screamed in horror, "Do you know that you almost killed me!"

"Of course I almost killed you! Because you were the one I heard the most from the Death Eaters in Azkaban!" Black pressed his shoulders, "You died for Lily and James long before Lily and James died. They have passed on the news for more than a year!!"

"Thanks to James for trusting you...even if everyone, including me and Lupine, can expect you to raise Harry after death!!"

Sirius Black's growling voice was deafening to everyone. He slammed on Peter's shoulder viciously, pinching his shoulder blades loudly, which made Peter's face contort.

Yes, no one would bother to catch a mouse, and no one would think that the unknown Peter would be the secret keeper.

In those dark days, everyone who resisted was ready to sacrifice at any time, and frontline figures like James and Black were naturally the most dangerous.

So they thought of Peter Pettigrew... This is a friend who doesn't have much sense of existence, but has been following them all the time.

"Is that so??" Minerva McGonagall asked him sideways.

"No...no" Peter didn't dare to look them in the face, just wailed, "They're going to kill me! You don't know that! That man and the Death Eaters are going to kill me..."

"Then you should die—"

Snape took a step back, as if he had just stepped on something dirty, with a gloomy face, after glancing at Sirius, he raised his wand, there was no doubt that he wanted to kill Peter on the spot.

Peter, who was lying on the ground, closed his eyes in fear, and grabbed at his side with both hands indiscriminately.

"No! You can't kill me... James will understand me, he will show mercy..."

Even Sirius got out of the way, as much as he disliked Snape, the greasy old bat, and now...he wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew too.

"Do you think I'm the same as that idiot?"

Just as Snape's wand was aimed at the target, Cyrus stepped to his side in three quicker steps, grabbed his wrist and lifted it up. There was no sound, but there was a deep cut on the ceiling.

Cyrus caught a whiff of dark magic.

No sound, no trace, this made Lupine and Black's pupils shrink.

Obviously, Snape wasn't joking, even McGonagall didn't think that Snape would really kill him.

"Can't kill him" Then, Cyrus grabbed Black with his other hand.

"Give me a reason..." Snape and Black said at the same time, "Now the truth is out, Peter is the murderer who killed him/her"

"Thank you...thank you, Cyrus..."

And Peter, who escaped death, was in pain. The sobbing sound matched his shabby appearance, and there was an indescribable horror and weirdness. Cowardly, Peter wanted to hug Cyrus' leg, but Hermione used the Force dragged away.

Hermione thought with a look of disgust: "If Cyrus is touched, at least he will wash off a layer of skin"

"Think about Harry... Black" Cyrus didn't answer Snape, but turned to Sirius and said, "If Peter dies, you will always be a sinner...What about Harry?"

"He...he? He has friends, he's doing fine now..." Black hesitated at the mention of James and Lily's baby.

"But he doesn't have a family that he can talk to, and we friends can't be with him all the time," Cyrus said. "Harry needs the support of his family...he is not as fragile as you think, nor is he You think so strong"

If Peter died tonight, then Black would have no witnesses and would be just a 'criminal chasing heroes' all his life.

"But there's Lupine" He just wanted revenge.

"Blake, James asked you to be Harry's godfather, not me" Lupine kicked Peter,

"But... but... I just need to close my eyes to see that scene..." He was a little aggrieved, as if there was some heavy weight on his chest.

"You are a Gryffindor... Black" Dumbledore also looked at him encouragingly.

Black stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do. When he looked at Dean Mao Mao, he found that Professor McGonagall was no longer so strict, and she seemed to be about to cry.

Because she couldn't imagine how an innocent person could survive 12 years in Azkaban.

"True bravery does not lie in when to kill, but when to forgive..." Although Cyrus' hand barely held the opponent's thin wrist, Black suddenly felt so powerful.

It seems to be a warning, but also a request.

He instinctively uttered the teachings from Gandalf's dream. These words seemed to have some magical power. Black thought about Harry's happy appearance, calming down his emotions.

Calm... yes, suddenly he had some patience.

When Black looked into Cyrus' sky blue eyes, it was as if he had eaten the chocolate unique to the wizarding world in Azkaban.

Principal Dumbledore nodded slightly, curled his lips, and looked at McGonagall with some complacency.

"How is it possible...How could James allow..." Peter on the ground burst into tears. He didn't believe what Black said. He would rather believe that James wanted to die instead of Black.

"Is that all?" Cyrus asked him. "Is that all you can think of your friend?"

There was no anger in his eyes, but a kind of sadness and pity, but this only made Peter more painful.

Of course, Peter was afraid of death. If he wasn't afraid of death, he wouldn't have secretly passed information to the Death Eaters for more than a year, but his heart was clouded.

Pain, guilt, but there is self-deception in it, he thinks that James' kindness to him is just a means, just like...Peter himself...

"Obviously you're the only one taking advantage of James, our friendship with you...Wormtail...this is the last time I'll say that name." Lupine sighed heavily, turned around, and said nothing.

Everyone ignored the criminal. Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and the chair became a shackle and shackles, immobilizing Pettigrew, and then everyone began to discuss matters about Black.

In 'everyone' except Cyrus...

"You! You must understand me... I don't have the courage of James and the others, and I don't have powerful weapons..." Peter trembled, as if to defend himself, "I will die! If I'm dead, what should mother do?!"

"But what would your mother think if she knew... her son was a man who betrayed his friends and turned to darkness?"

Cyrus looked at the ugly, bald giant baby-like man in front of him and said, "Even so, James and Black finally gave you a chance to choose, didn't they?"

His two rhetorical questions left Peter speechless.

It is true that Cyrus can understand him, even if he had no choice, he became an undercover agent of the Death Eaters under threat and indirectly killed many people, but his unaware friends still gave him a second choice Chance:

Become a secret keeper and run away with this secret.

He could have escaped under the cover of Black, even if Voldemort forcibly broke through the defense and killed James, he could still take Harry out of this right and wrong place.

But Pettigrew didn't...he would rather lie to himself, thinking that everything his friends had done to him was a lie, and still kept going forward without looking back.

"Maybe I shouldn't have been in Gryffindor in the first place..." He twisted his imprisoned body, raised his head with difficulty, and the dazzling light above his head made Cyrus's head glow.

His green eyes, narrowed slightly by the light, looked at Cyrus.

"Maybe the Sorting Hat just thinks you need to be brave," the Sorting Hat's listener told him.

"Let me go... I often hear Ron and his two brothers mentioning you... If it weren't for you, their life wouldn't be so good." Peter begged for mercy, "Secretly help me Untie..."

"No, you need to pay the price"

"That's Azkaban!" His eyes were full of fear.

"What about the people you indirectly killed?" Cyrus was unmoved, but said calmly, "What about your betrayed friend? Harry? Do you know how he grew up along the way? I'm afraid he didn't will forgive you"

Cyrus' words pierced through Pettigrew's heart like a sharp knife, he gasped for breath, and then he shouted angrily: "Indirectly killed? I'm not the only one in this office..."

Langlock

Snape, who was resting quietly, glued Pettigrew's tongue and palate together so that he could not make any sound.

"A low-level divorce plan." Snape sneered, and retreated into the corner of the shadows. He was like a poisonous snake inhabiting in the dark, and would immediately bite Peter if he made any small move.

Immediately afterwards Hermione dragged Cyrus away from Peter, no matter how the latter struggled.

"Reopening the court...Albus, there is no room for negotiation." Mag put the blanket on Sirius, and said guiltily, "None of us suggested formalities back then."

"It's not your fault... If only I had known Peter was a Death Eater..."

"It's not your fault! Alright... Remus, you take him back to rest first."