"Ahh

Harry was slammed to the ground, and for a moment, he was completely sleepy.

His eyes narrowed, and his brain seemed to be stirred by a hammer like a pulp, the after-effects of the Coma Curse. The vision was blurred, and the blood-soaked eyes saw the short and fat figure.

"Peter Pettigrew!"

His limbs were numb, and he could only pout his ass and press his chin against the ground to try to get up, but he couldn't

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