Soon, the paper voodoo doll turned completely black, making Denvor gasp in shock.
"Isaac, your wife is in great danger. Look, her condition is more serious than I thought!" Denvor said, carefully pinching the blackened paper voodoo doll.
The doll immediately disintegrated into black dust.
"W-What? What is it?" Harry's expression turned somber.
Denvor turned to look at Harry and scoffed. "If it were just a regular venomous curse, you'd have been able to discern what curse it was without my help. But this isn't just any venomous curse. There's also witchcraft involved. Pentacle Witchcraft, to be precise."
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