Chapter 132 Attack

Seeing Quirrell charging at him, Harry Potter couldn't help but turn and run.

But Quirrell seemed to see through Harry's thoughts, and suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers as he moved forward, causing a large wall of fire to suddenly rise at the end of the retreat steps.

In this situation, Harry's steps to escape suddenly stopped.

Quirrell continued forward with a disdainful look on his face when he saw this.

At this time, all of Professor Quirrell's attention was on Harry Potter, so Kewen was welcome.

Just as Quirrell walked over to Harry and raised his arm, about to grab Harry who was stunned there, Cowen shook his hand and grabbed the wand that had slipped from the cuff quickly.

Then he quickly waved his wand from bottom to top, and a silent 'Shenfeng Wuying' sharp blade was suddenly launched.

The blade was so fast that it cut through Quirrell's shoulder almost instantly. Before he could feel the pain, Quirrell's raised arm suddenly disappeared, flipping in the air and falling on Harry's chest. .

Harry raised his hand subconsciously, took the thing that touched his chest in his arms, looked down, let go of his hand in horror and took a step back.

Until then, Quirrell had only just begun to feel the pain, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

The attack on Kewen's side is not over yet.

When Voldemort ordered Quirrell to kill him just now, he could see where Quirrell's wand was hidden.

Therefore, in order to avoid mistakes, Kewen recited the magic spell in a low voice to strengthen the spellcasting effect. Almost at the moment Quirrell just screamed, another 'weapon except you' was fired.

With a 'whoosh', the wand that had been inserted into Quirrell's waist suddenly flew out in a whirl, and was blown apart by Kewen's successive 'Smashing Curse' in the air.

Cowen handled it so cautiously, and did not attract the attention of the other two.

At this moment, Professor Quirrell was screaming while clutching his broken arm, while Harry Potter lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the arm he had thrown away on the ground.

The arm was undergoing a drastic change, as if it had suddenly lost its moisture, became dry and crumbled, and soon turned into dust and exploded.

Kewen was habitually watching the six paths in battle, so he also saw the change in that arm.

An idea popped into his mind, and then the wand pointed again, hitting Quirrell who was screaming and turning to look at him.

The spell was just a simple 'repulsion spell'. After hitting it, Quirrell couldn't help but slumped sideways and rammed into Harry Potter.

Harry raised his hand almost subconsciously, pushing Quirrell's head against him.

The moment Harry's hands touched Quirrell's skin, Quirrell's screams suddenly became more heart-wrenching.

Like the arms on the ground, Harry's hands seemed to have turned into soldering irons or something, and the moment they touched Quirrell's skin, the other's face began to dry and crack.

The cracking effect spread so quickly that Professor Quirrell's screams suddenly disappeared, his body lost resistance, and Harry was pushed back and staggered.

But just taking a few steps back, the cracking effect had already spread all over Professor Quirrell's body.

The next moment, as Professor Quirrell took another step back habitually, his body suddenly collapsed, leaving all his clothes scattered on the ground, and his entire flesh and blood body collapsed into a pile of dust.

Harry was completely stunned by the sight in front of him, his eyes widened in bewilderment, looking at the ashes left by Professor Quirrell, and then looking down at his hands.

"Damn you-"

Voldemort's voice suddenly emerged from the pile of clothes Professor Quirrell had left behind.

Kewen's set of attacks was too abrupt and too smooth.

And the next series of changes also made Voldemort completely unresponsive.

It wasn't until Quirrell was completely turned to ashes that Voldemort finally recovered.

With the sound of angry shouts, a whirlwind suddenly rose from the pile of clothes, and black mist emerged from the pile of clothes, and began to gather and form in the whirlwind.

Kewen, who was standing near the magic mirror, squinted slightly and quickly glanced at Harry, who was still dazed, and another thought appeared in his heart.

Through the verification just now, combined with the memory data, Kewen came to a result.

Harry had the protective magic that his mother had left behind with 'love', the kind of 'love' that seemed to restrain Voldemort's remnant.

The yin and yang of all things are opposed to each other. Compared with the theory of relativity or the theory of opposition, the ancestors of China have long ago studied the yin and yang of all things clearly.

Today, Harry's protection symbolizes masculine, so Voldemort's remnant is the relative feminine.

If Voldemort's soul is intact, he may be able to compete with Harry's protective measures, but it is precisely his soul that is incomplete, so it can only be restrained by Harry.

In the same way, is it possible to restrain Voldemort's remnant soul as long as the character is the curse of [Yang]?

According to the situation where Voldemort could only flee in embarrassment in the original plot, it seems that Voldemort's remnant soul can't do anything now.

Well, Kewen intends to experiment on this.

Do it when you think of it.

Just as the whirlwind gathered the black mist and formed a shadow like an evil spirit, Kewen suddenly swung his wand and chant: "God guard!"

Almost all the positive emotions were mobilized. The magic guard that Kewen condensed this time was very huge. A bird with a diameter of nearly two meters, shining with silver brilliance, suddenly drilled out from the tip of the wand.

"twitter--"

With a roar of joy, the magic bird quickly circled around Kewen, and then rushed towards Voldemort's remnant.

Bowing his head, the sharp beak of the magic bird was like a sharp arrow, breaking through the black mist of Voldemort's remnant soul without hindrance, and then the entire huge bird passed through the remnant soul.

"what--"

Voldemort let out a scream, no worse than Quirrell just now.

The black mist of the remnant souls exploded, but they quickly regrouped with great effort.

However, Kewen would not give the opponent a chance to immediately control the magic bird to attack again.

Next, the screams continued to sound in the room, and every time the magical bird penetrated by, the gathering speed of Voldemort's remnant soul became slower.

During this period, Kewen also took the opportunity to release other spells of many attack types.

But the unabated screams symbolized that Voldemort's remnant soul had only pain, but there was no sign of being successfully eliminated.

Seeing this, Kewen could not help frowning.

Command the magic bird again to penetrate Voldemort's remnant soul, slowing down the opponent's recondensation speed again.

Taking this opportunity, a cold light flashed in Kewen's eyes.

No longer to control the magic bird, Cowen pointed his wand towards the gathering Voldemort's remnant, and a slight green light emerged from the tip of the wand.

Although the magic world prohibits the use of black magic, it is ridiculous that almost everyone knows the spells of the three unforgivable curses.

The greenness of the wand tip gradually became richer.

Kewen's eyes were cold, his voice was indifferent, and he recited softly: "Awada—"

"stop!"

With a loud shout, Kewen suddenly stopped casting spells.

The greenery at the tip of the wand dissipated, and Cowen and Harry turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the sound...