Before Voldemort got close to being magically-exhausted, he let go. He was so consumed in rage he didn’t notice the hoarse screaming of Wormtail; which was still emanating from him even after the ordeal. He was writhing in obvious desperation, as the pain still hasn’t abated, "Where do the Potter’s live!" he snarled, pointing his wand at Wormtail. His eyes met the Dark Lord’s darting back in forth like a cornered cat.