Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 178: Death Curse

Cowen's sudden change of face not only stunned Harry, but even Voldemort was stunned for a moment, but he immediately narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a thoughtful look.

"Isn't he annoying?"

Korwen bowed his head and said something to Voldemort with a playful smile on his face.

Voldemort didn't answer, but rolled his eyes as much as possible to stare at Cowen, trying to see something on Cowen's face.

At this time, Harry finally recovered from the stunned, and couldn't help but subconsciously said: "Senior...how are you..."

"I said it!"

Cowen looked at Voldemort, his smile instantly turned fierce, and after roaring, he quickly turned his head to look at Harry again.

Raising his wand and pointing it at Harry, Corwin snapped, "Shut up!"

After the words were finished, a small thunderbolt suddenly sprang out from the tip of the wand, forked quickly in mid-air, and hit Harry in an instant.

"Ah-"

The lightning strikes Harry's body, shaking his body, and he can't help screaming.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Cowen looked very impatient, and every time he shut his mouth, he clicked his wand at Harry, and electric lights shot continuously on Harry and the statue.

The effect of thunder and lightning is very strong, making black spots on the stone statues, and occasionally breaking a small piece of broken stone.

Harry's body trembled and kept screaming until Kewen said 'shut up' again, and another electric light hit him. Harry forced himself to close his mouth and only let out a groan The voice did not announce the screams.

Seeing this, Kewen finally stopped the torture, and with a cold snort, he retracted his wand.

He lowered his head again, his face changed in a second as if he was schizophrenic, and he showed a playful smile again.

Voldemort rolled his eyeballs to Harry's side and re-aligned his gaze with Cowen's.

Seeing this, Kewen laughed softly: "It's finally quiet. Now, no one will disturb our friendly exchanges."

Voldemort looked directly at Kewen for a long time, and then he grinned: "You are very interesting...then...you might as well tell what your plans are."

"Ah, planning to..."

Kewen scratched his hair with the tip of his wand, and suddenly showed an embarrassed smile: "Sorry, he was so angry that he forgot."

While Voldemort cursed "mentally ill", Cowen showed another look of stunned expression, pointing his wand at Voldemort's arm and saying, "I remember!"

"Remember, how are you torturing me?" said Voldemort with a gloomy smile.

"Since you cursed 'Defence Against the Dark Arts'..."

Kewen began to talk to himself: "Every year, a professor is replaced in the house, but Hogwarts is a great house, where you can always learn useful knowledge, For example..."

Kewen cracked the corners of his mouth, showing a malicious smile, and continued: "There was such a liar professor, although he had no real skills, he still taught me a lot, such as this magician who heals pain. Curse..."

Speaking, Kewen shook his wand up and down, and finally aimed it at Voldemort's arm, and recited with a smile: "arm arm repair."

A blue light emanated from the tip of the wand and finally got all the way into Voldemort's arm.

Raising his wand, Kewen smiled at Voldemort, who was a little stunned: "How? Is the arm unconscious? Does it help you relieve the pain?"

While speaking, Kewen stretched out his hand and picked up Voldemort's arm, which had disappeared from the bones, as if it had become a rubber toy, and then played it back and forth, even folding the arm in half.

Such a humiliating action made Voldemort's breathing a little faster, and his eyes narrowed to hide his fierce gaze.

Cowen didn't seem to notice Voldemort's attitude, and continued to release the spell with a smile, turning all of Voldemort's limbs into bones.

Finally, Cowan aimed his wand at Voldemort's fractured spine, and after a few gestures, suddenly put his wand away.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Kewen jokingly smiled 'haha', and then said, "I almost forgot, if you lost your spine, you might die on the spot."

"What?"

Voldemort suppressed the anger in his voice and said in a deep voice, "Will that delay your continued torment of me?"

"How can it be called torture?"

Kewen looked exaggerated: "For seniors, I will only maintain respect!"

Voldemort snorted: "Senior? Very ambitious, are you going to replace me and become the new Dark Lord?"

"No no no." Kewen waved his hands again and again: "Dark Lord or something, how ugly, such as how about Supreme? Ah, sorry, please wait a moment."

Kewen suddenly changed his tone: "A new friend has sneaked over, let me entertain our new friend first."

When the words fell, Kewen suddenly stretched out his hand behind him.

The next moment, a huge python with the thickness of two adults' arms suddenly opened its snout and bit Kewen's back.

However, Kewen seemed to have eyes behind him. He reached back and pinched the python's throat precisely from below.

Keeping a smile on his face, Kewen, who was squatting, slowly turned his head to look at the python he was holding in his hands, and then raised his arms slightly, so that the python's mouth could only be opened in vain. Unable to bite him successfully.

At this time, the python began to curl up in a conditioned reflex, and it was about to wrap around to Kewen.

Seeing this, Kewen's smile didn't change, he suddenly stood up, and then his arms began to swing vigorously from side to side.

After a few 'shaking whip' swings, the python's body was successfully thrown into a wave shape in mid-air. At this time, Kewen suddenly retracted his arm.

Galla-

A series of sounds of dislocated bones sounded, and the next moment, the python's body suddenly lost its strength to struggle and fell to the ground, smashing the ground with a muffled 'bang' sound.

Slowly lowering the python's head, Kewen held down the snake's head with his hand instead, and swiped his wand on the python as if combing its hair.

"Really? So..."

Korwen suddenly spoke as if to himself, and said softly, "Nagini, my poor lady..."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Are you ingesting spiritual thoughts!"

Korwen released the hand holding the python's head and moved to a gentle stroking motion.

While stroking Nagini's snake body, Kewen turned his head and smiled at Voldemort: "Look, if you want to make a great achievement by absorbing spiritual thoughts, how can you not master this demon? What about the curse?"

Amid Voldemort's gloomy expression, Kewen once again lowered his head to look at Nagini the python, and after stroking a few more times, he sighed slightly.

Raising his hand into his pocket, when he took it out, he already grabbed a huge tusk in his hand.

Nagini turned over softly with a gentle movement, and Cowen put his sharp fangs on the 'Seven Inch'.

Under the eyes of Voldemort's shrinking pupils, Kewen said softly: "Let me end your miserable life, I hope that after you die, you will start a happy adventure again, I wish you well Good luck, dear..."

"No—"

Amid Voldemort's nervous roar, Cowan suddenly slammed his fangs into Nagini's seven inches.

A miserable 'his' sound.

The next moment, the python Nagini's body suddenly turned into black fly ash and quickly dissipated.

In the field, there were two gasps of breath at the same time.

Voldemort's body crouching on the ground began to curl up, but the injury to his spine caused him to scream.

Harry had a very dizzy look on his side, as if he was 'death', and he took a long breath.

It took a while for Voldemort and Harry to recover.

Kewen has been silently rubbing the ground, rubbing the place where Nagini stayed before, with gentle movements and a slightly regretful expression, as if he was missing Nagini's departure.

Seeing Voldemort's recovery, Cowen made other moves.

Get up and stride, standing on Voldemort's back with his legs crossed, then squatting down, reaching out and stuffing the other's wand into Voldemort's hand.

Help Voldemort raise his wrist and aim his wand at Harry.

Kewen moved his head closer and whispered to Voldemort, "You should be able to imagine your end, but I'm kind enough to let you have a wish, such as..."

He looked up at the stunned Harry with malicious intent, and Cowan said at the same time, "Your enemy is right in front of you, why don't you give him a death curse?"

"No!"

Before Voldemort could say anything, Harry, who was imprisoned by the statue, screamed: "Why! Why did you do this! Why..."

"Isn't he too loud?"

Corwen looked straight at Harry, but whispered to Voldemort, "Savior, immersed in your own great fame all day long, with eternal glory in your body, never putting others in the eye, self, Proud."

Bending his head, Kewen showed a sarcastic smile: "The great Dark Lord, you are actually planted in the hands of such a person, you are...really great..."

"Avada is dead!"

With a roar, Voldemort activated the spell impulsively.

A green death light suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Harry's chest instantly.

Harry stared in astonishment, feeling himself dizzy for a moment, then unconscious.

"Hoo, ho..."

After Voldemort released the death curse, he couldn't help gasping for breath, and his body began to curl up again, but this time he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his spine.

For a while, Voldemort burst into a 'quack' laugh.

Korwen ignored the other's nervousness and reached out to grab the wand from his hand and put it away.

Stand up, lift your legs and step away, no longer riding Voldemort's body.

"Go!"

Voldemort suddenly stopped the laughter, but instead said with some secret joy: "As a reward, it's okay to give this life to you, but... I will come back to you!"

After speaking, Voldemort laughed again: "Hey hey hey hey..."

Squinting glanced at Voldemort lying on the ground, Kewen pouted in disgust, then turned his head and greeted: "Stop pretending."

With that, Cowan pointed his wand in Harry's direction.

A spell was cast, bringing Harry's statue back to life and letting him go.

'Pop' fell to the ground, and an inaudible cry of pain sounded.

"Hey hey hey!"

Voldemort's laughter seemed to be choked, and was momentarily interrupted.

Shaking his head, enduring the shattering pain of his cervical spine, Voldemort reluctantly shifted his head a little so that he could see the scene on Harry's side.

At this time, Kewen said again: "Aren't you getting up yet? We all heard your screams just now."

"Remove your weapons!"

Harry, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out his arm, raised his wand and fired a 'Disarming Charm' at Cowen.

It has always been on 'Intake Spiritual Mind', so Kewen knew exactly what Harry was thinking.

As if he had prepared it in advance, Kewen raised his wand in a hurry, condensed the 'Iron Armor' to the tip of the wand, and then waved it lightly to blow Harry's spell into the air. to the side.

"Remove your weapons!"

Finding that his spell didn't hit Cowan, Harry waved his wand in quick succession.

"Break to pieces!"

"It's all petrified!"

"Pass out!"

"Break apart!"

One after another spells were released by Harry, however, Kewen just stood there and waved his wand a few times before flicking all the flying spells to the side.

Seeing that Harry was going to continue, Cowen suddenly said, "Harry! Do you trust me?"

The words fell, causing Harry's attack rhythm to stop abruptly.

The wand hesitantly and hesitantly threw a few times. In the end, Harry stopped chanting the spell and became dazed there.

Soon, the conversation after the second game gradually emerged from Harry's memory.

Reminiscing for a while, Harry slowly lowered his wand hesitantly, but his face was full of puzzled and a little aggrieved.

Understanding Harry's expression, Kewen couldn't help but smile slightly: "Aggrieved? But yes, anyone who takes a death curse will feel a little suspicious of life."

"You!"

At this time, Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, suddenly interjected and roared angrily: "What tricks are you playing!"

Harry heard the words ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked blankly at Kewen, wondering what was going on.

Seeing this, Cowen said to Harry: "Harry, although you caused Voldemort to be devoured by the curse when you were young, but at the same time, you also left a piece of his soul in yours..."

Speaking of which, Corwen raised his finger to the scar on Harry's forehead.

As Harry subconsciously touched his scar, Corwen continued: "If you don't destroy the remnant in your body, then once I destroy Voldemort, the other party will use your body to be reborn again."

"How did you know that!?"

Voldemort asked in astonishment.

Corwen ignored the other party, but continued to say to Harry: "The conditions for destroying the fragments in your body are very harsh. Only Voldemort himself, and must use the death curse on you, can make that piece of soul Fragments are destroyed."

"So..." Kewen probed and shrugged: "I just pretended to be like that before to stimulate him to use the death curse on you according to my plan."

Harry is a kind child. Hearing this, he immediately believed...