Rubik’s Cube Heavens

　　 I don’t know how long it has passed when I opened my eyes again. The dim sunlight shines through the windows in the house, and the reflection of the milky white wall tiles makes one feel like being in the dusk.

　　 moved his finger, and no longer felt the nerve signal delay, Xiao Kun turned his head and looked around, and sat up from the bed on which he was lying.

The room where 　　 is located is very simple, with milky white brick walls on four sides, milky white tiled floor, and three hospital beds separated by medical curtains. Except for the bedside table attached to each bed, there is no other medical equipment.

　　 looked down at his hands, clenched his fists to feel the strength, then opened the thin and was looked at, and found that there was nothing on him except elastic shorts.

　　 re-covered the quilt, Xiao Kun's eyes became distracted, but a storm was set off in his mind.

'I was traversed by a pit, and my age was reduced by 7 years, 17-7=11. After all, there were only a few hours left before the crossing to be 18 years old, and after so many things happened after crossing, it must have been a long time, so I am now 11 years old…'

　　 looked at the surrounding environment again, Xiaokun continued to think inwardly: Looking at the surrounding environment, have I passed the curse of the Rubik's Cube at the beginning of the journey... Also, what happened to my body before the coma? I vaguely remember that something exploded...

　　 crunch—

　　 Some scratching reels sounded, the door of the ward opened, and a western man in a windbreaker walked into the ward.

　　 "You woke up the child." The man's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the patient, and people could not help but feel good.

"Uh... hello sir." Just after waking up from a coma, there are still many things that I haven't figured out. Suddenly a stranger came to interrupt his thoughts. This made Xiao Kun a little bit confused, so he could only simply hit it. Hello.

　　 "Good for you." The man smiled, stepped forward, came to the bed, looked down at the somewhat dazed child and said softly: "Mr. Covin Quinn."

　　 "Huh?" Xiaokun was more confused.

　　 "I mean." The man pursed his lips and smiled, then said again: "We know your name, is Covin Quinn right?"

　　 "Kun..." Xiaokun subconsciously spit out a word, and then put on helplessly, as if his neck had no strength, he lowered his head and said: "Well, yes, yes, I am Quinn... Covin Quinn."

　　 The man didn’t notice the child’s emotions, he smiled when he heard the words, and then said, “I’m Robert Haimer. Before we talk about anything else, first we need to know where your relatives are. After all...”

As he said, the man named Robert Haymer reached out and picked up an envelope from the bedside table beside him, raised his hand and shook it in front of Xiaokun: "After sending you to the hospital last night, the admission notice was sent over. So we need to contact your family."

"Family..." Helpless emotions surfaced. Our Mr. Corvin Quinn's entire head was almost filled with the word "Hang", and then suddenly an agitated, he raised his head and looked directly at Robert Haymer's eyes, his tone a little cautiously Asked: "Mr. Haimer, can you ask... how do you know my name?"

　　 "This question..." Robert Heimer pondered, then smiled and responded: "Although many situations need to be kept secret, you are a victim after all, so I can give you a brief disclosure."

Under Xiao Kewen’s nervous gaze, Robert Heimer continued: “The person who kidnapped you yesterday was using a death curse on you. My colleagues and I could only put a heavy hand on him, so after you escaped the death curse. , The murderer has been seriously injured and is close to death"

Robert Haimer did not notice the nervousness that Kewen showed, but continued to say: "When the murderer is confirmed to be too late for treatment, my colleague can barely pull out the memory of the murderer. So, we I learned your name from those few minutes of memory."

　　Death curse, the memory is drawn...

　　 Listening to these unfamiliar and somewhat familiar words, and then recalling what happened after crossing the world, it didn't take long for Cowen to finally realize that a term appeared in his mind—Harry Potter!

　　 "Mr. Quinn, Mr. Quinn!"

　　 "Ah? Oh, what are you talking about?" Recovering from the trance, Cowen immediately stopped thinking.

　　 "I mean, can you tell me now, how can I find your family?" Robert Haymer asked.

　　 "Family..." Kewen sighed helplessly, then shook his head: "I may...can't find them..."

　　 "It doesn't matter to the children." Robert Heimer said softly: "We have already thought of some possibilities, so I brought this from the ministry."

　　Speaking, Robert Heimer reached into his pocket and pulled out something less than ten centimeters in diameter, similar to a dial.

　　 "Can you give me a drop of blood?" Robert Haymer put the dial in his palm and said at the same time: "This thing can help us find your family."

　　 Kewen was a little bit resistant, but couldn't think of any reason for rejection, so he could only make a slightly excited expression on his face, and raised his right hand.

　　 "Don't be afraid of children, it's just as if you've been stung by a mosquito." Robert Haymer comforted him softly, and took a wooden stick out of his arms with his free right hand, and then tapped it gently on the palm of Cowen's palm.

　　 is indeed like being bitten by a mosquito, and then a drop of blood is placed in the center of the dial as if being dragged by a wooden stick.

　　 Then, Robert Haymer stared at the dial and began to mutter something silently, while the only pointer on the dial began to rotate slowly, and finally stopped at six o'clock on the dial.

　　 Seeing this, Robert Heimer frowned slightly, then put the dial back in his pocket, staring at Kewen who was waiting for the answer, and couldn't help sighing softly.

　　 "I'm sorry...child. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" paused, and Robert Heimer continued: "The bad news...Your family is no longer in the world, sorry."

　　 His eyes were frozen, and then he went empty, as if he had been impacted by the news, his brain was blank.

　　 In his heart, Kewen was greatly relieved, and the secret tunnel finally got over it.

　　 The sound of footsteps left, and Cowen refocused his attention on reality, watching Robert Haymer's departure from the back, and his heart was constantly churning with one plan after another.

　　 But the time and place are wrong. Even if there are many plans in my mind, they may not be implemented perfectly.

　　 "Hey..." He raised his hand and scratched his head with some annoyance. Cowen regretted a bit. Why did he only get a general understanding of Harry Potter's works in the first place.

　　What is the reason for not being interested in the work of Harry Potter?

　　 Oh yes, it's because the world view is too small.

After all, New Era humans have already rushed out of the universe, and that book is still fighting in a few big places, so I just watched the first movie roughly, and everything behind it was casually on the Internet. Take a look at the introduction.

　　 "Remember what came..." Kewen thought of this, and couldn't help but feel even more distressed. Thinking back carefully, he can only remember the rough plot of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

　　 Harry Potter, Hermione, and one...red hair...

　　The others are Dumbledore, Snee...what's in it?

　　 But in the whole work, the most well-remembered name is Voldemort. After all, this is no longer a name and title. In the new era, you can still hear from the game who is an old Voldemort...