"Why did he want to kill me?" Harry suddenly looked up and asked.
"A Death Eater, a Dark Wizard—does he need a reason to kill you?" Kayson shook his head.
Lupin, who was standing nearby, seemed hesitant to speak, then stopped himself before speaking again. "By the way, Kayson, could I visit your office later?"
"Of course. If you want, I can stuff you in there right now."
Lupin shook his head. "Later. Anyway, Harry, during this holiday, although your uncle and aunt are subjectively keeping you from leaving the house, and you may find it terribly boring, objectively speaking, it's actually quite safe for you."
"Today's new paper is here! Who wants to buy one?" As they spoke, a young wizard outside the ice cream shop floated a stack of newspapers behind him and called out in a booming voice.
He was probably one of those pre-Hogwarts young wizards from a shop in Diagon Alley, using his parents' old wand to buy a huge stack of newspapers and earn some pocket money.
"Little wizard, four copies," Lupin said, waving at him.
Very soon, two copies of that morning's freshly printed Daily Prophet were placed before them. Even Dobby got one.
Lupin listlessly read through the paper, then noticed its headline.
"Oh, Arthur and the others are really lucky. They won so many Galleons. Their lives should be a little easier lately—wait, they went traveling?" Lupin said in confusion.
"...Apparently so." Kayson had seen the photograph in the paper as well and nodded.
"But this..." Lupin suddenly spotted a little rat in Ron's arms in the photograph. It looked remarkably like one of his closest friends, who had died more than a decade ago...
One of his closest friends, Peter Pettigrew, had been an Animagus whose form was a little