"Still can't find him?"
Lucius Malfoy's voice was ice-cold, his eyes brimming with uncontainable fury. He stared coldly at Peter Pettigrew, wishing he could whip out his wand right then and there and teach this good-for-nothing a lesson.
Peter Pettigrew was useless to the extreme—he couldn't even manage to find a single person.
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