Harry was thrown heavily to the ground, and all his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

He squinted his eyes, his brain was like a mess as if it had been pounded by a hammer, this was the sequelae of the coma spell. His vision was blurred, and he saw the short and fat figure with his blood-soaked eyes.

"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 simply couldn't do it.

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

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

"Why shouldn't I, Harry?" Pettigrew's voice was very sharp. He was not much taller than Harry, with a pair of abnormally protruding front teeth. Twelve years of Animagus life made him look more like a mouse.

"My master will protect me. With him around, I don't have to worry about anything. As for you, you will die when my master is resurrected."

There was no trace of sympathy in his expression, and the guilt he felt last night melted away as easily as the snow in early spring.

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

At this moment, another sharp sound interrupted the conversation between the two people like a sharp blade.

"Really, Harry?" The ugly "Lanlock" walked over with a splayed step. Harry recognized him as Voldemort almost at a glance. "But where are they? Do you think they can save you?"

"Mr. Sellers will save me!" Harry stared at him viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive. "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world, and I believe Mr. Sellers will be too. But you, look at your pitiful appearance, you are just a stink bug, I feel ashamed for you!"

Perhaps because he had been raised by Snape for several years, Harry's mouth was not so clean. His harsh words stabbed into Voldemort's wounds. Voldemort had to endure his anger because he did not want to lose his composure in front of Harry.

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

"No matter how you talk, you can't change the fact that you - Harry Potter is not worth mentioning in my eyes. But don't worry, I will let you live until I am completely resurrected -" Voldemort said seemingly generously.

But in reality, he just couldn't kill Harry for the time being.

His resurrection requires Harry's blood, and this blood is naturally fresher than the one just taken!

"You know what? There are many idiots who say that you defeated me. They think you are a savior and that you have some unparalleled magic power. Even that fake thinks so. But we all know that it was never you who defeated me!"

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

However, what responded to him was a light "heart-wrenching and bone-wrenching" remark.

"ah--"

Harry felt as if his body was being cut by a hot knife, as if a saw was twitching back and forth inside his limbs! "So, you have become his believer?" Voldemort sneered.

Seeing Harry trust Cyrus so much, he found it ironic and ridiculous. Voldemort certainly wouldn't believe that another "self" would be so friendly to Harry Potter. He was more inclined to believe that Cyrus had some ulterior motive, so he showed a close attitude towards Harry, and this stupid Harry was actually deceived.

He lost the intention to continue communicating with Harry, turned around and left without looking back.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die!" - "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.

When Ron woke up in the morning, he found that Harry was missing. At first, he thought Harry went out for a walk, but no one said they had seen Harry. The twins also talked about "Ron" leaving Gryffindor Tower last night.

He realized immediately that something was wrong.

Now, Dumbledore and several headmasters came here and looked 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 visit yesterday is considered trouble..."

But he soon fell silent.

At this moment, Mag spotted the presents at the foot of their bed, and one thing immediately caught her attention.

"Albus, this is something sent by Cyrus. Could it be that he..."

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

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

"You don't mind if I unpack it, do you?"

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

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

"Dumbledore!"

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

"It's that dastardly rat!"

Snape said hatefully.

"Peter Pettigrew!" Mag's body shook suddenly and her face turned even paler.

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

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

Ron saw Snape shake his head solemnly.

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

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

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

He lied.

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

'Perhaps Cyrus' presence puts more pressure on Tom...'

Dumbledore left with the professors.

Ron looked at the empty dormitory again, not knowing what to do for a moment. He was now worried, looking around blankly, 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, signed by: Cyrus.

Ron's breathing became heavier, and he jumped out of bed as if he had thought of something. He did not open the letter, but ran out of his dormitory in a hurry.

"Why don't you ask the amazing Mr. Cyrus? Mr. Cyrus will definitely have a solution!"

There is still one chapter to be coded, so I have to wait until the afternoon 　　 　 (this chapter is finished)