¡°Spare bit of parchment,¡± he said with a shrug.
¡°I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself¡¡®There's no ¡®arm in ¡®im, ¡®onest ¡ª'¡That Hippogriff's as good as dead ¡ª¡±
Pettigrew had fallen to his knees as though Harry's nod had been his own death sentence. He shuffled forward on his knees, groveling, his hands clasped in front of him as though praying.
¡°Well,¡± said Lupin, frowning slightly, ¡°I assumed that if the Boggart faced you, it would assume the shape of Lord Voldemort.¡±