"Harry, are you all right?"
When Sirius and Lupin caught up, they found Harry standing there in a daze, his face frighteningly pale, while Wormtail lay motionless on his back not far away.
Normally, anyone seeing this scene would have thought the one lying on the ground was the one in trouble.
But Sirius only cared about Harry. As for the one on the ground, the fact that he had not gone over and kicked him a couple of times already showed how much his self-restraint had improved over the past two years.
"I'm fine." Harry shook his head. When he turned to look at Sirius and Lupin, his face was almost bloodless, his expression peculiar, and his voice somewhat hoarse.
His face and body were covered in sweat, and stray locks of hair clung to his forehead. He looked as though he had just been hauled out of the water.
Seeing this, Sirius could hardly believe his claim that he was fine. He went over and carefully checked Harry, only relaxing a little after confirming that he showed no signs of physical injury.
Lupin, meanwhile, went over and carefully examined Wormtail's body. After confirming that he was well and truly dead, a trace of mixed feelings crossed his face.
After all, they had once been the best of friends. Although Wormtail had betrayed them and caused the death of their other good friend, James, seeing him lying dead before him still left Lupin overcome with emotion for a moment.
Sirius also noticed something amiss with Lupin and Harry. Thinking Harry was shaken because he had killed someone, he gently patted his shoulder. "Harry, don't dwell on it. Deaths and injuries are inevitable when fighting Dark Wizards."
Harry paused briefly, then realized Sirius had misunderstood. He smiled and shook his