Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 178: Death Curse

Kevin'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 expression.

"He's annoying, isn't he?"

Kevin lowered his head and said something to Voldemort with a joking smile on his face.

Voldemort did not answer, but rolled his eyes as much as possible to stare at Ke Wen, trying to see something from Ke Wen's face.

At this moment, Harry finally recovered from his astonishment, and couldn't help subconsciously saying, "Senior...how do you..."

"I said it!"

Kevin looked at Voldemort, his smile turned fierce in an instant, and after roaring, he quickly turned his head to look at Harry again.

Raising his wand and pointing at Harry, Ke Wen said sharply, "Shut up!"

After speaking, a tiny bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand, quickly forked in mid-air, and hit Harry in an instant.

"Ah——"

Thunder and lightning added to his body, Harry was trembling from the shock, and couldn't help but scream out.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Kevin looked very impatient, and every time he shut up, he nodded his wand at Harry, and lightning flashed continuously on Harry and the statue.

The effect of lightning is very strong, and black spots are hit on the stone statue, and a small piece of gravel is occasionally thrown away.

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

Seeing this, Ke Wen finally stopped tormenting, snorted and retracted his wand.

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

Voldemort turned his eyeballs, which were looking at Harry, to meet Cowen's gaze again.

Seeing this, Ke Wen smiled softly: "It's finally quiet, now, no one will disturb our friendly exchanges."

Voldemort looked directly at Cowen for a while, then grinned and said, "You are very interesting...then...you might as well tell me your plan."

"Ah, I plan to..."

Ke Wen scratched his hair with the tip of his wand, and suddenly smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was so angry that he forgot."

While Voldemort was secretly cursing 'mental illness', Ke Wen showed a dazed look again, pointing his wand at Voldemort's arm, and said, "I remember!"

"Remember, how did you torture me?" Voldemort said with a dark smile.

"Since you put a curse on 'Defense Against the Dark Arts'..."

Kewen began to talk to himself: "Every year, a professor is replaced in the college, but Hogwarts is a great college, and people can always learn useful knowledge from it. For example..."

Kewen cracked the corner of his mouth, showing a malicious smile, and continued: "At the beginning, there was such a liar professor. Although he had no real skills, he still taught me a lot. Curse..."

Speaking, Ke Wen shook his wand up and down, and finally aimed at Voldemort's arm, and chanted with a smile: "Arm repair."

A blue light emanated from the tip of the wand, and finally got into Voldemort's arm as much as possible.

Raising his wand, Ke Wen smiled at Voldemort, who was a little stunned: "How is it? Is your arm unconscious? Does it also help you relieve the pain on your body?"

While speaking, Ke Wen stretched out his hand, picked up Voldemort's arm that had disappeared as if it had become a rubber toy, and then fiddled with it back and forth playfully, even folding the arm in half.

With such a humiliating action, Voldemort couldn't help but become a little short of breath, his eyes narrowed to hide his stern gaze.

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

Finally, Cowen pointed the wand at Voldemort's fractured spine, and after some gestures, he suddenly put the wand away.

Voldemort couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Ke Wen jokingly laughed 'haha', and then said: "I almost forgot, if you lose your spine, you may die on the spot."

"What?"

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

"How can it be called torture?"

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

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Senior? Very ambitious, you plan 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, like the Supreme? Ah, sorry, please wait a moment."

Ke Wen suddenly changed his tone: "A new friend sneaked over here, let me entertain our new friend first."

After speaking, Ke Wen suddenly stretched out his hand behind him.

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

However, as if eyes had grown behind him, Ke Wen reached back and pinched the python's throat precisely from below.

Kewen kept a smile on his face, and the squatting Ke Wen slowly turned his head, looked at the python caught in his hand, and then raised his arm slightly, so that the python's mouth could only be opened in vain. Unable to successfully bite him.

At this time, the boa constrictor began to curl up reflexively, and was about to wrap itself around Kewen.

Seeing this, Ke Wen's smile remained unchanged, he stood up abruptly, and then began to swing his arms vigorously from side to side.

After a few swings like a 'whip', the python's body was successfully thrown into a wave shape in mid-air. At this moment, Ke Wen suddenly retracted his arms.

Galala——

A series of sounds of bone dislocation 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'.

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

"Really? I see..."

Ke Wen suddenly opened his mouth as if talking to himself, and said softly: "Nagini, my poor lady..."

The eyes of Voldemort next to him shrank, and he said in a deep voice, gnashing his teeth: "Did you ingest your divine thoughts?"

Ke Wen let go of the hand that was holding the python's head, and instead stroked it gently.

While stroking Nagini's snake body, Ke Wen turned his head and smiled at Voldemort: "Look, the same intake of divine thoughts, if you want to make a great achievement, how can you not master this demon?" Curse?"

Under Voldemort's gloomy expression, Cowen lowered his head to look at the boa constrictor Nagini again, and after stroking it a few times, he sighed slightly.

He reached into his pocket, and when he took it out, he had already grasped a huge fang.

Gently turning Nagini over, Ke Wen put his sharp fangs on Seven Inches.

Under the gaze of Voldemort's shrunken pupils, Cowen said softly: "Let me end your miserable life. I hope you will start a happy adventure again after you die. I wish you well." Lucky, dear..."

"No—"

Amidst Voldemort's nervous roar, Cowen suddenly thrust his wrist hard, and pierced his fangs within seven inches of Nagini.

There was a miserable 'hissing' sound.

The next moment, the body of the giant python Nagini suddenly turned into black fly ash, which quickly dissipated.

In the arena, there were two gasping sounds 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 out in agony.

On Harry's side, he looked very dizzy, as if he had died, and took a long breath.

It took a while for Voldemort and Harry to recover.

Ke Wen has been silently rubbing the ground, rubbing the position where Nagini had been before, with gentle movements and a slightly regretful expression, as if missing Nagini's departure.

Seeing that Voldemort had recovered, Kewen took other actions.

Get up and take a step, straddling Voldemort's back, then squatted down, reached out and stuffed the opponent's wand into Voldemort's hand.

Helping Voldemort raise his wrist, he pointed his wand at Harry.

Ke Wen moved his head closer, and whispered to Voldemort, "You should be able to imagine your end, but I am very kind, and I can let you grant a wish, such as..."

Looking up at the astonished Harry maliciously, Kewen said at the same time: "Your enemy is right in front of you, why don't you cast a death curse on him?"

"No!"

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

"He's too loud, isn't he?"

Kevin looked directly at Harry, but whispered to Voldemort: "Savior, immerse yourself in your great reputation all day long, relying on the addition of eternal glory, never put others in the eyes, ego, Proud."

Bowing his head, Ke Wen showed a sarcastic smile: "The great Dark Lord fell into the hands of such a person, you are... really great..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

With a roar, Voldemort impulsively activated the spell.

Green death light suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Harry's chest in an instant.

Harry stared in astonishment, feeling dizzy for a moment, and then lost consciousness.

"Hoo, hoo..."

After Voldemort released the Death Curse, he couldn't help panting violently there, and his body couldn't help but began to curl up again, but this time he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his spine.

After a while, Voldemort suddenly laughed 'quack quack'.

Ke Wen ignored the other party's nervousness, and reached out to **** the wand from his hand and put it away.

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

"Let's do it!"

Voldemort stopped laughing suddenly, and instead said in a tone of secret joy: "As a reward, it's okay to give this life to you, but... I will come back to find you!"

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

Slanting a glance at Voldemort lying on the ground, Cowen curled his lips in disgust, and then turned his head to say hello: "Stop pretending."

After speaking, Ke Wen pointed his wand towards Harry.

A spell was issued, which brought the statue imprisoning Harry back to life, let go and let Harry go.

Falling to the ground with a 'plop', there was an inaudible cry of pain.

"Hey hey hey!"

Voldemort's laughter seemed to be choked and cut off instantly.

Shaking his head, resisting the severe pain from the shattered cervical spine, Voldemort barely shifted his head a little so that he could see the scene from Harry's side.

At this time, Ke Wen said again: "Aren't you getting up yet? We all heard your cry of pain just now."

"Disarm you!"

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

The 'Intake of Divine Sense' has been turned on all the time, so Ke Wen has long been clear about Harry's thoughts.

As if it had been prepared in advance, Kewen raised his wand without any haste, gathered the 'Iron Armor Curse' on the tip of the wand, and then with a light wave, Harry's spell was sent flying to the side.

"Disarm you!"

Finding that his spell failed to hit Cowen, Harry hurriedly waved his wand continuously.

"Bone to pieces!"

"All petrochemical!"

"Dizzy!"

"Torn apart!"

One spell after another was released by Harry. However, Ke Wen 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, Ke Wen suddenly said, "Harry! Do you trust me?"

After saying those words, Harry's attacking rhythm stopped suddenly~IndoMTL.com~ He flicked his wand a few times hesitantly. In the end, Harry didn't continue to chant the spell, and he became dazed there.

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

After thinking about it for a while, Harry gradually lowered his wand hesitantly, but his face was full of puzzlement and aggrieved.

Understanding Harry's expression, Ke Wen couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Grieved? But that's right, anyone who takes a death curse will feel a little suspicious of life."

"You guys!"

At this time, Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, suddenly interjected, growling in a furious tone: "What kind of tricks are you playing!"

Harry heard the words, and immediately looked at Cowen with blank eyes, and he also wanted to know what was going on.

Seeing this, Ke Wen said to Harry: "Harry, although you caused Voldemort to die from the backlash of the curse when you were a child, at the same time, you also left a fragment of his soul in your..."

Speaking of this, Ke Wen raised his finger and pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead.

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

"How do you know!?"

Voldemort shouted in astonishment.

Kewen ignored the other party, but continued to say to Harry: "To destroy the fragments in your body, the conditions are very harsh. Only Voldemort himself, and must use the death curse on you, can you make that piece of soul The fragments were wiped out."

"So..." Ke Wen stretched out his hand and shrugged: "I just pretended to be like that before, and stimulated him to use the death curse on you according to my plan."

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