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

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

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

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

At this moment, Harry finally recovered from his stunned stun, and couldn't help but subconsciously said, "Senior...how are you..."

"I said that!"

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

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

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

"what"

The thunder and lightning added to him, and Harry was shaken by the electric shock, and he couldn't help screaming.

"Shut up! 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 dots on the stone statue, and occasionally breaking a small piece of broken stone.

Harry's body trembled violently and kept screaming until Kewen said 'shut up' again, and another electric light hit him. Harry forced himself to close his mouth and only made a muffled sound. The screams were not declared.

Seeing this, Kewen finally stopped the torture, and with a cold snort, he 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 towards Harry's side and re-aligned his gaze with Cowen's.

Seeing this, Kewen chuckled 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 say what you plan."

"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."

As Voldemort cursed "mentally ill", Kewen showed a stunned look again, and pointed his wand at Voldemort's arm, and said, "I remember!"

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

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

Cowan began to talk to himself: "Every year, a professor is replaced in the house, but Hogwarts is a great house, and people can always learn useful knowledge in it, such as... "

Kewen cracked the corner of his mouth, showing a malicious smile, and continued: "There was such a liar professor back then. Although he had no real skills, he still taught me a lot of things, such as this magic spell to heal pain... "

With that said, 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 into Voldemort's arm.

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

As he said that, 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 fiddled with it playfully, and even folded the arm in half.

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

Kewen 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, Kewen pointed his wand at Voldemort's fractured spine, and after making some gestures, he 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."

"how?"

Voldemort suppressed the anger in his tone 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 coldly: "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, like 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.

With a smile on his face, Kewen, who was squatting, turned his head slowly, looked 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, but could not succeed. bite him.

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

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

After a few 'shaking whip' swings, he successfully swung the python's body 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, fell to the ground, and smashed the ground with a muffled 'bang' sound.

Slowly putting the python's head down, Kewen changed his hand to hold the snake's head, and his other hand swiped his wand on the python as if combing its hair.

"Really? That's how it is..."

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

Voldemort next to him shrank his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Are you ingesting spiritual thoughts!"

Kewen let go of the hand holding the python's head, and instead moved to stroke it gently.

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

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

He raised his hand and reached into his pocket, and when he took it out, he already grabbed a huge fang in his hand.

Gently turning Nagini over, Kewen put his sharp fangs on the 'Seven Inch'.

Under the gaze of Voldemort's shrinking pupils, Kewen said softly: "Let me end your miserable life, I hope you will start a happy adventure again after death, I wish you good luck, dear of……"

"No"

Amid Voldemort's nervous roar, Cowan suddenly slammed his wrist and stabbed his fangs within seven inches of Nagini.

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 sounds of gasping for 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.

On Harry's side, he looked very dizzy, as if he was 'death', and he took a long breath of cold air.

After a while, Voldemort and Harry slowed down.

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 recovering, Kewen made other moves.

He got up and strode, stood on Voldemort's back with his legs crossed, then squatted down, stretched out his hand and stuffed the other's wand into Voldemort's hand.

Helping Voldemort raise his wrist, pointing his wand at Harry.

Kewen put his head closer and whispered to Voldemort: "You should be able to imagine your own fate, but I am very kind and can make you have a wish, such as..."

Looking up at the stunned Harry maliciously, Cowen 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 are you doing this! Why..."

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

Corvin looked straight at Harry, but whispered to Voldemort: "Savior, immersed in your great reputation all day long, relying on eternal glory to add to your body, never put others in the eyes, self, pride."

Bowing 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..."

"Killing Curse!"

With a roar, Voldemort activated the spell impulsively.

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

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

"Huh, huh..."

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.

After a while, Voldemort laughed suddenly 'quack'.

Kewen ignored the other's nervousness, and reached out to grab the wand in his hand and put it away.

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

"Go ahead!"

Voldemort suddenly stopped the laughter, and 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..."

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

With that, Corvin pointed his wand towards Harry.

A spell was issued, making the statue that imprisoned Harry come back to life, and let go of Harry.

With a 'puff', he fell to the ground, and an inaudible cry of pain sounded.

"Hey hey hey hey!"

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

Shaking his head, enduring the severe pain of the crushed 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 cry of pain just now."

"Except your weapons!"

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

It has always been on 'Intake Spiritual Mind', so Kewen knew exactly what Harry had in mind.

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 swiped it lightly to knock Harry's curse to the side.

"Except your weapons!"

Finding that his spell didn't hit Cowen, Harry hurriedly waved his wand.

"Smashed to pieces!"

"All petrochemical!"

"Passed out!"

"Fractured!"

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

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

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

He threw the wand inertia and hesitantly a few times, and finally, Harry stopped chanting the spell, and became dazed there.

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

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

Seeing 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!"

Hearing this, Harry immediately turned his blank eyes to Kewen, and he also wanted to know 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..."

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

As Harry touched his scar subconsciously, Cowan 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!?"

Voldemort asked in astonishment.

Cowan 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 he must use the death curse on you, can destroy the soul fragments.."

"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 the words, he immediately believed...