Everyone was speechless.
What was wrong with Harry?
Harry, on the other hand, was so scared that his hair stood on its end.
He felt that he had lost his control over his own body.
It was as though there was a massive weight that was loaded onto him and made him paralyzed.
At this time, Tigger's eyes sparkled.
He saw seven silver needles on Harry's body.
The needle tips were dyed red, gleaming with a strange tinge of energy.
He gazed at William in disbelief.
Was this his doing?
It must be.
Otherwise, how could he be so confident? He was even counting down to this!
However, when did he do it?
No one among them noticed it at all!
This kid was indeed skillful after all!
William mooched towards Harry.
His every step was like a heavy hammer hitting onto Harry's heart!
He was getting closer and closer!
Harry was on the verge of losing his mind.
He was going to die!
He was going to die on this very day!
He didn't want to die!