Peter Pettigrew's face had appeared countless times on wanted posters issued by the Ministry of Magic, on the front pages of the Daily Prophet and in Streaming Mirror news. It had also been seared into the minds of every member of the Weasley Family—impossible to forget!
He was actually here, locking eyes with Percy Weasley in such a way!
There were only the two of them, face-to-face. Percy Weasley had the British Ministry of Magic at his back, yet at this moment, he did not have a single helper by his side!
At that moment, Percy felt neither anger at having been deceived and used nor joy at having his suspicions confirmed. There was only fear, instantly soaking through his entire body.
What flashed through his mind was not the foolish appearance of his pet Scabbers, but those horrifying Photos in the files—the shocking scene—
The man before him had once used a single spell to blast an entire street into ruins and kill more than a dozen Muggles!
This was a vicious Dark Wizard who killed without batting an eye!
Just as Percy's terror blanked out his mind, Peter Pettigrew on the bed did not seize the chance to launch a vicious counterattack. Instead, he appeared even more panicked than Percy!
He let out a scream and sprang from the bed like a rat whose tail had been stepped on.
Peter completely lost his composure, scurrying wildly around the room in blind panic. With a bang, he crashed into the wall. After bouncing back, he charged straight at the window, only to hit the frame with another crash, slamming his forehead into it solidly.
He staggered, turned back to glare viciously at Percy, but did not dare run in his direction. So he threw caution to the wind, covered