Devereux looked down, gazing at Peter Pettigrew collapsed in the shallow stream.
The agony of the Cruciatus Curse had left the spirit convulsing and twitching. His ashen face was distorted in pain, and his battered form trembled uncontrollably.
Those protruding eyes were filled with sheer terror, but Devereux merely watched him coldly, his gaze devoid of the slightest pity.
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