Chapter 178: Death curse

Cowen's face changed suddenly, not only stunned Harry, but even Voldemort was stunned, but he immediately squinted his eyes slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

"He is too annoying, isn't he?"

Corvin lowered his head, with a playful smile, and said to Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't answer the conversation, but instead rolled his eyes as far as he could to stare at Cowen, trying to see something on Cowen's face.

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

"I said that!"

Corvin stared at Voldemort, his smile instantly changed to a fierce face, and after roaring, he quickly turned his head to look at Harry again.

Raising his wand and pointing it at Harry, Covin said sharply, "You shut up!"

When the words fell, a tiny thunder and lightning suddenly rushed out from the tip of the wand, splitting quickly in the air, and hit Harry in an instant.

"what--"

When the thunder and lightning were added, Harry was trembling from the electric shock and couldn't help screaming.

"Shut up! Shut up and shut up!"

Corvin's expression was very impatient, and every time he shut his mouth, he tapped his wand at Harry, and beams of light continued to shine on Harry and the statue.

The effect of thunder and lightning is very strong, hitting black spots on the stone statue, and occasionally crashing a small piece of rubble.

Harry's body trembled and screamed continuously, until Cowen said'shut up' again, and another electric light hit him, and Harry forced himself to close his mouth hard, only making a muffled sound. The screams were not declared.

Seeing this, Kewen finally stopped tormenting, and took back his wand with a cold snort.

He lowered his head again, changed his face in a second like schizophrenia, and showed a playful smile again.

Voldemort would look at Harry's eyeballs, and meet Cowen's gaze again.

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

Voldemort looked directly at Kewen for a while before he grinned and said, "You are very interesting...then...Why don't you say your plan."

"Ah, planning to..."

Kewen scratched his hair with the tip of his magic wand, and suddenly smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, he forgot about it."

While Voldemort secretly cursed ‘psychiatric’, Covin again showed a dazed look. He pointed his wand at Voldemort’s arm and said, "I remember!"

"Think of it, how are you going to torture me?" Voldemort said with a gloomy smile.

"Since you cursed'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 where people can always learn useful knowledge, such as... "

Kewen cracked the corners of his mouth, showing a ill-intentioned smile, and continued: "There was such a liar professor at the beginning. Although he didn't have real skills, he still taught me a lot of things, such as this curse for pain... "

As he said, Kewen shook his wand up and down, and finally pointed it at Voldemort's arm, chanting with a smile: "Arm-arm repair."

A blue light radiated from the tip of the wand, and finally got into Voldemort's arm.

Raising his wand, Cowen smiled at Voldemort who was a little surprised: "How about? Is the arm insensible? Does it help you alleviate the pain?"

While talking, Cowen stretched out his hand and picked up Voldemort's lost bones, as if turned into a rubber toy arm, and then fiddled with it playfully, even folding his arm in half.

With such a humiliating action, Voldemort's breathing couldn't help but become a little quick, his eyes narrowed, hiding his fierce gaze.

As if he hadn't noticed Voldemort's attitude, Corvin smiled and continued to release the curse, turning all of Voldemort's limbs into bones.

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

Voldemort couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Upon seeing this, Kewen jokingly laughed'haha', and then said: "Almost forgot. If you lose your spine, you may die on the spot."

"how?"

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

"How can it be said to be torture?"

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

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Senior? Good ambition, do you plan to replace me and become the new Dark Lord?"

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

Kewen suddenly changed his tone: "A new friend came here secretly. Let me entertain our new friend first."

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

In the next moment, a giant python with two adult arms' thickness suddenly opened a snake kiss and bit at Cowen's back.

However, Cowen seemed to have eyes behind him, and he drew his hand backwards, pinching the python's throat accurately from below.

With a smile on his face, the squatting Covin slowly turned his head, looked at the python he had caught in his hand, and then raised his arm slightly, making the python's mouth wide open in vain, but unable to succeed. Bit him.

At this moment, the python began to curl up conditionedly, and was about to wrap around Kewen.

Seeing this, Kewen's smile remained unchanged, and he stood up abruptly, and then his arms began to flick left and right.

After a few shakes like a ‘whip-shaking’, he successfully shook the python’s body into a wave shape in mid-air. At this moment, Kewen suddenly shrank his arm back.

Gala-

A series of bone dislocations sounded. The next moment, the python's body suddenly lost its struggling strength and dropped to the ground, smashing the ground with a muffled sound.

Slowly lowering the python's head, Kewen changed his hand to hold the snake's head, and his other hand stroked the python with his wand as if combing his hair.

"Really? That's it..."

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

Voldemort next to him narrowed his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Are you ingesting divine thoughts!"

Corvin let go of the hand holding the python's head, and changed to stroke gently.

While stroking the body of Nagini's snake, Kewen turned his head and smiled at Voldemort, "Look, how can you not master this spell if you want to make a great achievement by taking in the same spirit? "

In Voldemort's cold expression, Corvin lowered his head again to look at the python Nagini, and after a few more strokes, he sighed slightly.

Raising his hand into his pocket, after taking it out, he had already grasped a huge fang in his hand.

With a gentle movement, Nagini rolled over, and Corvin pushed his sharp fangs on top of the ‘seven inches’.

Under Voldemort’s shrinking pupils, Kewen said softly: "Let me end your miserable life. I hope that after your death, you will start a happy adventure again. Good luck, dear. of……"

"Do not--"

In Voldemort's tense roar, Corvin suddenly forced his wrists and thrust his fangs into Nagini's seven inches.

There was a miserable ‘sizzle’.

In the next moment, the body of the python Nagini suddenly turned into black fly ash, and quickly disappeared.

In the field, two sounds of cold breath sounded at the same time.

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

Harry was very dizzy, as if he was "breathing," and he took a long breath.

After a while, Voldemort and Harry slowed down.

Corvin has been rubbing the ground silently, rubbing the place where Nagini had stayed before, his movements are soft, his expression is slightly regretful, as if he is missing Nagini's departure.

Seeing Voldemort's recovery, Cowen took other actions.

He got up and stepped, stood on Voldemort's back straddling his legs, and then squatted down, reaching out and stuffing the opponent's wand into Voldemort's hand.

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

Kewen leaned his head closer, and smiled to Voldemort in a low voice: "You should be able to imagine your fate, but I am very kind and can give you a wish, such as..."

Looking up at Harry in dismay, Cowen said at the same time: "Your enemy is right in front of you. Why don't you cast a death curse on him?"

"Do not!"

Before Voldemort could say anything, Harry, who was imprisoned by the statue, yelled: "Why! Why are you doing this! Why..."

"He is too noisy, isn't he?"

Cowen looked directly at Harry, but whispered to Voldemort: "Savior, immerse yourself in your great reputation all day long, relying on your eternal glory, and never put others in your eyes, self, pride."

Lowering his head, Kewen smiled sarcastically: "The great Dark Lord, you were planted in the hands of such a person, you are...really great..."

"Killing Curse!"

With a roar, Voldemort activated the spell impulsively.

The green death light suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand, and instantly hit Harry's chest.

Harry stared in amazement, feeling a momentary dizziness, and then lost consciousness.

"Huh, huh..."

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

After a while, Voldemort suddenly laughed "quack".

Corvin ignored the opponent's nervousness, and reached out to **** the wand in his hand and put it away.

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

"Do it!"

Voldemort suddenly stopped his laughter, but said in a somewhat secretive tone: "As a reward, it's okay to give you this life, but...I will come back to find you!"

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

He glanced at Voldemort who was lying on the ground with slanting eyes, and Kewen lowered his mouth in disgust, then turned his head and said, "Don't pretend."

After speaking, Covin pointed his wand toward Harry.

A curse was cast, making the statue holding Harry come alive again, letting go of Harry.

He fell to the ground with a ‘poof’, and an inaudible cry of pain sounded.

"Hey hey hey!"

Voldemort's laughter seemed to be choked, and was interrupted in an instant.

Shaking his head, resisting the severe pain of the crushing of the cervical spine, Voldemort reluctantly shifted his head so that he could see Harry's sight.

At this time, Kewen spoke again: "Can't you get up? We all heard your painful cry just now."

"Except for your weapons!"

Harry, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out his arms, holding up his wand, and firing a'disarming curse' at Corvin.

It was always on ‘Ingest Divine Mind’, so Cowen knew Harry’s thoughts a long time ago.

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

"Except for your weapons!"

Realizing that his spell hadn't hit Corvin, Harry waved his wand quickly.

"Bone to pieces!"

"All petrochemicals!"

"Faint!"

"Torn apart!"

A series of curses were released by Harry, however, Cowen just stood still and waved his wand a few times before bounced all the curses that had flowed aside.

Seeing Harry want to continue, Cowen suddenly said: "Harry! Do you trust me?"

When the words fell, Harry's attacking rhythm stopped abruptly.

He flung the wand inertially a few more times, and finally, Harry didn't continue chanting the mantra, and became confused there.

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

After recalling it for a long while, Harry gradually lowered his wand hesitantly, but his face was filled with puzzled expressions and a little aggrieved.

Understanding Harry's expression, Cowen couldn't help but smiled slightly: "I'm wronged? But that's right. Anyone who has a death curse will feel a little suspicious of life."

"you!"

At this moment, Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, suddenly intervened and snarled in an angry tone: "What are you doing!"

When Harry heard the words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he immediately looked at Cowen with a blank look, and he also wanted to know what was going on.

Seeing this, Covin said to Harry: "Harry, although you caused Voldemort to die by the curse when you were a child, at the same time, you also left a piece of his soul fragments in yours..."

Having said that, Covin raised his finger to the scar on Harry's forehead.

As Harry touched his scar subconsciously, Cowen continued: "If you don't wipe out the remnant soul in your body, then once I wipe out Voldemort, the opponent will be reborn again with your body."

"How did you know!?"

Voldemort asked in amazement.

Kewen ignored the opponent, but continued to say to Harry: "The conditions are very harsh to destroy the fragments in your body. Only Voldemort himself, and must use the death curse on you, can destroy the soul fragments. ."

"So..." Detective Cowen shrugged: "I just pretended to look like that before and stimulated him to use the death curse on you according to my plan."

Harry was a kind child, and when he heard the words, he immediately believed...