Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 177: Paralyzed

With a 'huh', it was placed not far away, under a cauldron-shaped cauldron, a flame suddenly rose.

Not only does the flame quickly boil the liquid in the pot, it also illuminates the surroundings.

But the fire didn't dispel the horrors in the cemetery, but made the environment outside the fire's range more intimidating.

A chubby figure walked out of the darkness into the range illuminated by the fire.

That's the prisoner who escaped from Azkaban - Peter Pettigrew.

At this time, Peter Pettigrew was holding a baby-sized thing wrapped in black cloth in his left hand.

It wasn't until he got closer to the firelight that Harry could see what the other person was holding in his arms.

It was a 'skin and bone'-shaped living person. There seemed to be no muscle on the whole head, just like the two eyeballs embedded in the skeleton, covered with red bloodshots.

"Good evening, Harry."

Peter Pettigrew's expression was very sly at this time, grinning proudly, showing his two huge front teeth, staring at Harry and smiling: "We meet again."

"Yes, it's you!"

Harry clutched the scar on his forehead, endured the excruciating pain and said, "It's all because of you!?"

"No no no."

Peter Pettigrew laughed twice like a mouse, and said jokingly, "How could Peter Pettigrew, who is pitiful and incompetent, come up with such a perfect plan?"

Just when Peter Pettigrew wanted to continue to say something, the man in his arms suddenly opened his mouth and said in a very weak tone: "Shut up, idiot...he's thinking... Run away with the trophy."

Peter Pettigrew suddenly shuddered and hurriedly pointed his wand at Harry.

Controlling Harry's body to float from the ground, and then to a tombstone statue that looks like an 'angel of death'.

Under the action of the 'Transfiguration Spell', Peter Pettigrew made the statue seem to come to life, and held Harry firmly in his arms with the huge sickle he was holding.

Seeing this, the person in Peter Pettigrew's arms spoke again, with a somewhat urging tone: "Start! Now!"

"Yes! My master!"

Peter Pettigrew responded humbly, then turned around and walked to the giant pot of boiling water.

"You!" Harry, who was imprisoned on the statue, suddenly widened his eyes and said in shock: "You are... Voldemort!?"

"jijijiji..."

Peter Pettigrew turned his head with a smirk, glanced at Harry, and suddenly lifted Voldemort in his arms high above the pot.

The next moment, Peter Pettigrew jerked his hand, shaking Voldemort from the roll of cloth that wrapped him.

With a sound of 'whoosh', Voldemort's rickety, skin-covered body suddenly fell into the boiling water in the pot.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew threw the roll of cloth in his hand and pointed his wand at the grave under Harry's feet.

With a 'click' sound, the tomb cracked open, and a leg bone slowly floated out from below.

"Father's bone, unintentionally given to..."

Peter Pettigrew casts his leg bones into the cauldron as he recites the ritual incantation.

"The flesh of a servant, offered voluntarily..."

While chanting, Peter Pettigrew put away his wand and took out a dagger. After hesitating for a moment, he severed his right hand, causing the severed hand to fall into the pot.

After screaming in pain, Peter Pettigrew endured the severe pain at his broken wrist and walked in front of Harry trembling all over.

"The blood of the enemy was forcibly taken..."

Speaking, Peter Pettigrew slashed Harry's arm with a dagger, ignoring Harry's screams, and dipped a lot of blood with the dagger.

Before staggering back to the cauldron, Peter Pettigrew carefully dripped Harry's blood into the cauldron.

Afterwards, Peter Pettigrew frantically recited the final ritual incantation: "The Dark Lord! Will be born again!"

"Ah-"

As the blood dripped into the boiling water, Harry's screams suddenly turned into screams, as if he was suffering from some tragic torture.

At this moment, the boiling water in the giant cauldron suddenly surged up quickly, with a 'bear' sound, and flames ignited above the water.

The flames quickly spread around, quickly encasing the entire cauldron.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew hurriedly ducked into the distance.

After a few breaths, Harry's screams stopped, and under his terrified gaze, the flames completely burned the huge pot, leaving only a huge embryo-like thing suspended in the in mid-air.

The black fog appeared out of nowhere and began to drill around the embryo.

The embryo appears to have absorbed the black mist, rapidly growing in size visibly to the naked eye.

Bone clacked out of place, mucus-covered skin stretched from the embryo, and blood vessels and muscles gradually filled and bulged the skin.

Finally, the black mist surrounds the formed body, forming a black robe.

Voldemort was successfully resurrected and returned again.

With his back to Harry, Voldemort did not open his eyes, but took a deep breath of air with great enjoyment, then raised his hands to stroke his upturned head.

Even if he didn't touch the hair, even if he didn't touch the bulging nose, Voldemort still had an expression of enjoyment on his face, feeling his new life.

After a while, Voldemort opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was approaching.

Voldemort looked down at his feet, and then tried to take a step. After he didn't feel anything different, he slowly came to Peter Pettigrew.

"My wand, Wormtail."

Voldemort slowly raised his left hand and stretched it out slightly towards Peter Pettigrew, his tone unhurried and high above.

"Yes! My master..."

Peter Pettigrew hurriedly took out a wand that seemed to be made of bone from his arms, then raised the wand high, bowed his head, and offered the wand.

Voldemort's eyes showed a hint of anticipation, and he slowly stretched his hand forward.

That's it!

Korwen's figure appeared out of nowhere behind Voldemort, less than a meter apart.

The next moment, before everyone could react, Kewen suddenly clenched his fists and slammed his arms forward in parallel.

Boom! Gala!

The upper right punch hit Voldemort's cervical vertebra, and the lower left punch hit Voldemort's lumbar vertebra.

Two crisp fractures sounded, causing Voldemort to leap forward in a dazed way, pressing Peter Pettigrew directly under him.

In Harry's astonished gaze.

After Voldemort fell to the ground, he suddenly let out a scream.

Kewen quickly drew out his wand, swiped silently, and shot 'Shenfeng Wuying' quickly out, cutting off Peter Pettigrew's only left hand at the wrist.

"Ah-"

Peter Pettigrew's screams immediately suppressed Voldemort's screams.

Cowen didn't stop, and waved his wand twice again, causing Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew's wands to fly over, and he grabbed it with his left hand.

Then, Kewen pointed his wand to Peter Pettigrew, who was being pinned under him by Voldemort, and cast a 'stun spell', causing the other party to suddenly silence and pass out.

"Kewen!?"

It was only then that Harry called out in shock.

However, Cowen ignored it, and instead stepped forward with his wand, bent down and stretched out his hand, holding Voldemort's back collar and lifted him with one hand.

Backing up a few steps, with a flick of his hand, Voldemort, who was trying his best to hold back his screams, was still on the ground, his face sunk in the grass, and he lay there.

Then, Cowen turned his head to look at Harry and greeted with a smile, "Hi, Harry."

"This is...you...he..."

Harry was completely bewildered by the events in front of him, all kinds of questions popped into his mind at the same time, but he didn't know what to ask.

Corwen ignored Harry, crouching down, pinching one of Voldemort's ears and turning his cheek to the side.

"Hi~"

Kewen looked directly at the murderer's gaze, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, we meet again, this bald gentleman without a nose."

"Who are you...!?"

Voldemort's voice was trembling. He endured the pain of fractures in his cervical and lumbar spine.

Kewen answered instead of asking, raised his hand and tapped his temple: "Occlumency, now, don't you wonder why you didn't read my voice?"

"Very good..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Kewen sternly, as if to remember Kewen's face firmly.

"You're amazing..." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice: "You succeeded in sneak attacking and hurting... I am the greatest Dark Lord in the world... You can be proud!"

"Is it Kewen?"

Voldemort grinned and said, "Your full name? You are fortunate enough to be remembered for the rest of my life!"

"His name is Kou..."

Harry suddenly interjected, looking like he was having an **** and screaming.

However, without looking back, Cowen suddenly swung his wand at Harry, and a spell caused Harry's mouth to disappear abruptly.

Ignoring Harry's 'uuuuu' struggle there, Cowan looked down at Voldemort's gloomy eyes and said indifferently, "Harry, think about the academy's 'Defence Against the Dark Arts class'."

Slowly turned his head ~IndoMTL.com~ Kewen looked at Harry and said slowly: "Names can be cursed."

Under Harry's wide-eyed stunned look, Cowen swung his wand again, releasing Harry's spell.

Having gasped for two breaths, Harry apologized apologetically: "Yes, I'm sorry, Section, Senior! I don't know..."

Waves his hand, Kewen ignores the other party and lowers his eyes again.

Looking at Voldemort, who was paralyzed on the ground, then slowly pointed the tip of his wand at him.

"What?"

Voldemort cracked the corners of his mouth again, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Want to kill me? Go ahead...kill me and take your glory!"

"Kill him!"

Harry couldn't help shouting: "Senior! Kill this big devil!"

As if unable to bear the noise, Kewen suddenly looked at Harry and shouted with a grim expression: "Shut up!"

Harry suddenly froze there...