Chapter 156 Why Not Ask the Amazing Mr. Cyrus?

Chapter 156 Why not ask the amazing Mr. Sellers?

"ah--"

Harry was hit hard on the ground, and in an instant, he was completely sleepless.

He narrowed his eyes, and his brain was like a ball of paste as if it had been stirred by a hammer. This was the sequelae of the coma spell. His vision was blurred, and his eyes wet with blood saw the pudgy figure.

"Peter Pettigrew!"

His limbs were numb, and he could only stick his butt out and press his chin against the ground in an attempt to get up, but he couldn't do this at all.

"How dare you? How dare you appear in front of me?!"

Hatred made Harry ignore his current situation, as if he had swallowed a ball of fire!

"Why don't I dare, Harry?" Pettigrew's voice was very sharp. He was not much taller than Harry, and his front teeth were unusually protruding. Twelve years of living as an Animagus made him look more like a mouse.

"My master will protect me. With him, I don't have to worry about anything. But you, when the master comes back to life, you will die."

There was no mercy on his face, and the guilt from last night melted away as easily as the snow in early spring.

"He can't protect you, he is a loser! A cowardly loser, he is afraid of Professor Dumbledore and is no match for Mr. Sellers!" Harry ruthlessly exposed Voldemort as if he had never known what fear was. of scars.

At this time, another sharp edge inserted into the conversation between the two people like a sharp blade.

"Really, Harry?" The ugly "Lanlock" walked over with a figure-footed step. Harry recognized him as Voldemort almost at a glance, "But what about them? Do you think they can save you?"

"Mr. Sellers will save me!" Harry stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him alive. "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world, and I believe Mr. Sellers is also the greatest wizard in the world." Yes, but you, look at how pitiful you are, you are just a bed bug, I feel ashamed for you!"

Probably because he had been raised in Snape's hands for several years, Harry's mouth was actually not that clean. Harsh words stabbed into Voldemort's wounds, and Voldemort had to endure it because he was unwilling to speak. Losing control in front of Harry.

He wanted to act as if those things were just minor setbacks, as light as dust on him.

"No matter how much you use your words, it can't change the fact that you, Harry Potter, are not worth mentioning in my eyes. But don't worry, I will keep you alive before I am completely resurrected. Of—" Voldemort said seemingly generously.

But in fact, he just couldn't kill Harry yet.

His resurrection requires Harry's blood, and this blood is naturally fresher when it's just taken out!

"You know? There are many idiots who say that you defeated me. They think you are a savior and think you have unparalleled magic power. Even the fake thinks so, but we all know that defeating me It was never you!”

"Mr. Cyrus was never a fake!" Harry shouted angrily at Voldemort.

However, what he responded to was a light "heart-breaking".

"ah--"

Harry felt as if his body was being cut by a hot knife, as if a saw was twitching back and forth in his body and limbs!

"So, you have become his disciple?" Voldemort sneered.

Seeing Harry trusting Cyrus so much made him feel ironic and ridiculous. Of course Voldemort would not believe that his other "self" would be so friendly to Harry Potter. He was more inclined to think that Cyrus had some ulterior motives, so he showed a close attitude towards Harry, and this Stupid Harry was actually deceived.

He lost all intention of continuing to communicate with Harry, turned around, and left without looking back.

"Watch him, don't let him die!"

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"Harry won't die, will he?" Ron's teeth were chattering. At this moment, a large group of people had gathered around his and Harry's bed.

After waking up in the morning, Ron discovered that Harry was missing. At first he thought Harry had gone for a walk, but no one said they had seen Harry. And the twins also talked about "Ron" leaving Gryffindor Tower last night.

He immediately knew something was wrong.

Now, Dumbledore and several deans came here, looking at him seriously.

"I want to ask you, Mr. Weasley, has Harry encountered anything unusual in the past two days?" McGonagall's lips were trembling.

"No..." Ron shook his head stiffly, but soon he remembered something and said immediately, "I don't know if Malfoy's coming to cause trouble yesterday is considered trouble..."

But he soon fell silent.

What great things could Malfoy accomplish?

"Not Malfoy." Dumbledore shook his head as expected, and his blue eyes searched around the room.

At this time, Mag found the gift placed at the foot of their bed, and something immediately attracted her attention.

"Albus, it was Cyrus who sent it. Could it be him..."

"I don't think so." Dumbledore shook his head, but still took the gift and inspected it.

Ron swallowed and explained: "Cyrus promised to give each of us a gift..."

"You don't mind if I take it apart, right?"

"I don't think Harry would mind..." Ron said.

So Dumbledore opened the gift that Cyrus gave to Harry. Unlike the dangerous items that McGonagall had imagined, the package contained only an old photo album with many old photos of Harry's family. Some of the photos were complete, while some were only half left.

"It seems to have nothing to do with him." Dumbledore said as expected.

He solemnly placed the photo album on the head of Harry's bed, as if he was sure that the boy would come back here one day and then open it.

"Dumbledore!"

Snape's deep voice sounded, and his empty eyes raised, attracting everyone's attention. Then, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, Snape bent down and fumbled at the foot of Harry's bed. When he stood up again, there were a few more light yellow hairs in his hand.

"It's that despicable rat!"

Snape said with hatred.

"Peter Pettigrew!" McGonagall's body shook suddenly, and his face became paler.

They all knew Pettigrew's character. He was a coward. If he was not absolutely sure, he would never act easily. If he really took Harry away, then he must have surrendered to the Dark Lord and followed the Dark Lord's orders.

Only Dumbledore did not feel so surprised. Behind his half-moon glasses, he looked at Snape's eyes that were as numb as black holes. He said nothing, but it seemed that he had completed a crucial communication.

Ron saw Snape shook his head solemnly.

"In this case, I can be sure that Harry is fine, at least not now." Dumbledore said confidently.

"Albus, do you know something?" McGonagall asked hurriedly.

But Dumbledore shook his head: "Not much more than you, but I promise that Harry will come back safely at the end of this semester."

He lied.

In fact, he knew everything about this matter. It can be said that he deliberately let Pettigrew go. How could he not know the other party's whereabouts? He knew that Voldemort would definitely choose Harry's blood to revive, but he didn't expect the other party to be so eager.

'Perhaps the existence of Cyrus has put more pressure on Tom...'

Dumbledore left with the professors.

Ron looked at the empty dormitory again, and didn't know what to do for a while. He was worried now, his eyes were blank and he looked around, blaming himself for not keeping an eye on Harry.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a small package at the foot of the bed.

It was a letter, and the name signed was: Cyrus.

Ron's breathing became heavier, and he jumped out of the bed as if he had thought of something. He didn't open the letter, but hurried out of his dormitory.

"Why not ask the magical Mr. Cyrus? Mr. Cyrus must have a way!"

There is still one chapter that has not been coded, and it will have to wait until the afternoon.