Chapter 798

The wands in Lupin and Black's hands both emitted blue light.

And Scabbers in their hands suddenly floated in mid-air.

It struggled and screamed.

Darren seemed to want to interrupt this process, but he held back.

Perhaps this action of his stimulated Black.

Black increased the intensity.

That black rat suddenly fell to the ground.

Head... body... limbs...

It was like a tree growing.

A man appeared on the ground on all fours.

This person wasn't much taller than Harry and the others.

He was also bald.

When he saw Darren's gaze, he clutched his hands in fear.

His appearance was like a big fat man suddenly turning into a thin one.

And his eyes and nose still retained some features that only a rat would have.

His breathing was rapid, and his eyes kept glancing at the door, as if he wanted to run away at any moment.

"Hello, Peter!"

Lupin laughed.

Peter Pettigrew cringed.

He secretly glanced at the door again.

Then he said hurriedly, "Lupin... it's not my fault, it's Sirius, he's been chasing me, I had no choice..."

"Is that so? Then when he was thrown into Azkaban, why didn't you come out?"

Lupin held his wand in his hand.

He frowned.

"I was afraid... I was afraid he would escape from there, he has connections with that person whose name cannot be mentioned... I was too afraid..."

Peter said in a shrill voice.

"Me? I have a relationship with that Voldemort? Peter, come on, say Voldemort's name with me, do you dare?"

Sirius Black roared.

Peter Pettigrew cringed.

Darren heard him say several absurd things... how could it be... the affairs of scholars...

*Cough. *

That part wasn't there.

Anyway, Peter couldn't say anything for a long time.

Fortunately, after a while, he seemed to remember something and said, "Regardless, you are the Secret-Keeper... James's death was because of you, Lupin. Don't you know? Black and James told Dumbledore that Black was the Secret-Keeper..."

"Bullshit! Back then, for the sake of safety, James and I discussed letting you be the Secret-Keeper."

I thought Voldemort would at most chase me, I even hid in an orphanage just so he couldn't find me, but what about you?

You turned around and sold them out... I guess that was your finest hour, right?

Fortunately, we didn't tell you where Darren was back then, otherwise... Black realized he had let something slip here.