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Chapter 739: The Death of Peter Pettigrew!!
Just after he finished speaking, the eyes in the mirror disappeared.
Harry almost thought he was dreaming.
But almost a minute passed.
Just one minute.
A house-elf appeared inside the dungeon. Then another figure also fell to the ground.
It was Darren and Pagie.
"Pagie, take them and leave!"
Darren ordered.
Harry looked at him almost blankly.
But immediately he reacted.
"Darren, let Pagie take Luna and Ollivander away first, and we're going to save Hermione!"
Darren nodded.
"Pagie, listen to my brother!"
He looked at Harry.
Then frowned.
"Go, follow me, let's go save Hermione!"
Darren said angrily.
Harry and Ron followed him.
At this time, Peter Pettigrew had just opened the door.
He subconsciously wanted to shout.
But Darren covered his mouth.
"Don't make me angry, and don't make me waste saving you!"
Peter Pettigrew closed his mouth.
He took a step back.
Got out of the way.
Harry was dumbfounded and climbed up with Darren.
Then his scar suddenly hurt sharply.
He knew that it was Bellatrix who had called Voldemort.
Because Voldemort was now extremely angry.
He had warned them not to summon him casually.
If nothing happened, he would definitely kill them!
And in front of Voldemort, there was still that old man.
The old man said softly, "No matter how you torture me, I won't say it…"
Harry suddenly realized who he was.
Gellert Grindelwald!
Voldemort waved his wand.
A green light struck the old man.
He didn't want to waste any more time.
The old man's body slammed heavily onto the wooden boards.
Harry knew Voldemort was already on his way back.
He quickly shouted, "Darren, he's coming soon!"
Darren nodded.
Then he sped up.
He rushed straight into the living room.
At this moment, Hermione was the first to see him.
Her eyes were red.
Darren's eyes turned red as well.
"Who is it!"
Bellatrix noticed Hermione's reaction.
She immediately turned toward Darren.
Her eyes widened.
She almost spoke instinctively—
But Darren shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
He clearly didn't have a wand in his hand.
Yet Bellatrix's wand flew out anyway.
Darren threw it to Harry.
Then he rushed forward and struck Lucius hard.
Narcissa raised her wand.
She cast a spell at Harry.
But Harry dodged instantly.
He instinctively wanted to save Hermione.
But then he realized—
Bellatrix was still gripping Hermione tightly.
No wonder Darren hadn't gone straight for her earlier, but dealt with the others first.
Darren rushed toward Narcissa.
He hesitated.
Then he whispered an apology.
"Stupefy!"
Finally, they faced Bellatrix.
Bellatrix held a knife to Hermione's neck.
"Don't make me do it… It only takes a second, and this girl dies!"
Bellatrix laughed coldly.
She looked at Darren.
Laughing softly, "Good boy… hurry up. I think the Dark Lord still favors you as always…"
"Stop!"
Darren showed an angry expression.
He was about to speak—
To say something righteous to save Hermione—
But at that moment, a figure rushed forward.
He slammed into Bellatrix.
They struggled together.
It was Peter Pettigrew.
Darren grabbed Hermione.
Then he shouted, "Quick! Take your things, let's go!"
Harry and the others immediately grabbed everything.
"Quick, we have to leave now…"
Darren grabbed Harry and them.
At that moment, Peter Pettigrew grabbed Darren's leg.
"Take me! I'll be your dog from now on!"
Darren pulled him up.
"I don't need you to be a dog. You're human…"
He Apparated.
At that moment, Bellatrix got back up.
She threw the knife hard at Darren.
Peter Pettigrew turned—
And blocked it.
The Apparition completed.
They landed at Bill's home.
Peter Pettigrew collapsed to the ground, blood spilling everywhere.
With his last strength, he said, "James… I've repaid you…"
Harry's heart trembled.
He immediately reached out to cover Darren's eyes.
But Darren didn't cry.
He said softly:
"Brother, in such a short time, I've seen too many deaths… I'm past the age of being fragile… Bury him."
Harry stood beside Peter Pettigrew's body.
Thinking of Darren from first year until now, his heart twisted, and tears streamed down his face.
Darren stood at the door of Bill's Shell Cottage, looking at the setting sun.
He was actually confused.
After all, how could someone like Peter Pettigrew do such a thing—
Repay a life with his own?
It didn't seem possible.
But Peter Pettigrew really had died.
That shocked him for a moment.
Then he recalled Bellatrix's knife.
It had clearly been aimed at his stomach…
He had even thought about dodging, or taking the hit for more Holy Father points.
But Peter Pettigrew had blocked it.
What he didn't expect was—
That Pettigrew only reached his stomach.
It almost felt absurd.
Strange.
Too strange.
Impossible.
Or… was it Voldemort?
Darren couldn't fully understand it.
But he felt it must be connected.
Maybe… that hand?
In the original story, after Pettigrew helped Harry, that hand strangled him.
So…
Did Voldemort remotely control him to block the knife?
Possible.
But then why those final words?
Or… did Pettigrew truly regret it?
Maybe…
Forget it.
No need to think about it.
Even if he had taken Pettigrew with him, it would only be his instinct as a "holy father."
In reality, he would still find a way to kill him later.
A traitor is a traitor.
Keep him around just to be stabbed again?
Darren scoffed inwardly.
Then he heard footsteps behind him.
Bill, Hermione, Ron… even Lupin and Sirius had arrived.
Of course, Darren couldn't let them know what he had really been thinking.
He was the "holy father."
At a moment like this—
He had to look broken.
His face turned pale.
His eyes reddened.
His body trembled slightly.
[Ding, Father +100]
[Ding, Father +100]
[Ding, Father +100]
[Ding...…］