The weather in this part of London is really a turn of face.

I don't know if I was making a notice in advance for the fog that was about to envelop me, but the originally clear sky gradually darkened, and before long, there was even misty rain.

The ground beneath his feet was soaked with rain and gradually became a little muddy.

However, this little change did not affect Harry, who was aroused by the sacrifice spirit of the Aurors just now.

After making his way through the battlefield and from the rear to the front line where the battle was raging, he rushed into the crowd of living corpses on the opposite side without hesitation, armed with a glittering silver Gryffindor sword.

Due to the large number of wizards trying their best to block the progress of the living corpses, the density of enemies in the front line is surprisingly high. He didn't even need to control the accuracy of his swing, just a flick of his hand, and the sharp blade could sweep through the bodies of several dead people without hindrance.

Suddenly, Harry, who wielded a sharp blade, was like a hungry wolf breaking into a flock of sheep, tearing a gap in the front line with just a constant swing of his sword, and broke into it quite forcefully.

"Harry? Don't rush too far—"

Sirius, who was leading the team in an ongoing attack on the hordes of living corpses, accidentally caught a glimpse of Harry's back. It's just that the other party rushed too fast, and he only had time to shout, and saw that the figure had disappeared into the enemy group.

And even Sirius, who had strong eyesight, only saw Harry slightly, and there were obviously very few people who could see Harry appear at the forefront of this chaotic battlefield.

It's just that...... Of course, even if everyone sees it, it probably won't help. Sirius, for example, at this moment, although extremely worried about Harry's safety, had no choice but to do it.

He's not Harry, and he doesn't have a melee weapon like the Gryffindor Sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-range combat in favor of closing the distance with the enemy is equivalent to a cowboy abandoning the revolver in favor of white-knuckle combat. Not to mention whether a cowboy is stupid or not, at least don't regret it when someone else's bullet flies at your head.

Then again, Harry, wielding the Gryffindor sword, was surprisingly strong.

Especially when there are no other creatures around but enemies, just swing the blade as hard as you want, and the living corpses will fall one after another like wheat being harvested in a field.

In just a moment, Harry was almost dashing into the mid-belly of the living corpses.

However, even though he had inexplicably gained extraordinary physical abilities from the Gryffindor Sword, he was still human, and had not become some strange non-human species like Helmo. After wielding his sword and knocking down many living corpses, he gradually showed fatigue as he was covered in dark red blood.

Compared to him, the Gryffindor sword, which is still as bright as a mirror, seems to be "in good spirits" forever, which makes people realize that Harry, who is now holding a sharp blade, is actually far from being recognized by the sword at all.

Well, well! Harry is probably the only one who will realize this now.

"Courage!"

Suddenly, his movements were a little slower, and he shouted suddenly, and then the speed of swinging his sword increased instead of decreasing. The razor-sharp blade followed his dancing arm, slicing through the rain and slashing toward the next foe's chest.

But at that moment, he suddenly paused.

Penny ...... Aunt? ”

Yes, Little Whinging is right next to London and just over ten miles from central London. When the fog of London struck, it was quite possible that the Dursleys happened to be there.

But all these days, Harry had worried about almost everyone, and he had never remembered the situation of his aunt and uncle's family.

No way, who made the Dursleys never make the slightest good impression on him?

However, Harry thought that he would probably never care about the poor family of relatives who had kept him in the cupboard for ten years. But now, when he saw the aunt with blank eyes and messy hair coming towards him with teeth and claws, the sword in his hand instantly stopped involuntarily in mid-air.

For the first time, Harry felt a little confused about his own thoughts!

That's right, that hatred for the Dursleys and for his aunt must exist somewhere deep in his heart.

But does he hate it to the point of slashing at the other party......

"No, that's not right...... It shouldn't be like this......"

A whole bunch of thoughts flew through his mind like lightning as he saw the face across from him. Then, as he muttered to himself, he subconsciously took a step back.

In fact, Harry may also understand, regardless of what happened to his Aunt Vernon, at least his aunt Penny Dursley still has the grace to take him in.

Whether it was the fear of Dumbledore or the grief over his sister's death, at least Harry didn't grow up hungry. And although he didn't have a birthday of his own, Dudley was able to get some cakes and other things when he was celebrating various festivals.

And those things, Aunt Vernon naturally couldn't take the initiative to give them, in the final analysis, it was Aunt Penny who threw them in front of him while reprimanding them for no reason.

Growing up, Harry, no matter how dull he was, could more or less sense that his aunt had some kind of rather complicated and indescribable feelings for him.

It's a pity that Harry seems to never know what the other party thinks of his nephew.

Just as Harry took a step back and was slightly stunned, several living corpses stretched out their arms towards him and climbed on top of him when he didn't swing his sword.

Then, one of the living corpses opened its mouth and bit him on the arm.

"Shhhh

Harry was in pain, and finally came back to his senses from the chaos of his thoughts. In a hurry, he instinctively handed the Gryffindor sword to his left hand, which was not bitten, and then flicked it behind him with his backhand.

"Uhhh

With a slight cutting sound, several living corpses crawling on top of him immediately fell to the ground, still clutching his robes.

"Let me go!"

Harry was clearly not the one to remain calm in the midst of a scuffle, but rather he was the type who became more and more emotional.

The fact that he was entangled by the living corpses and restricted his movements made him agitated, and the sword in his left hand was constantly dancing, and the blood of the living corpses he had stabbed and slashed around him splattered several feet high.

Immediately, the already chaotic scene immediately became several times more chaotic.

"Ahh

In the midst of the indiscriminate chopping, Harry suddenly seemed to see something terrible, and couldn't help but let out a low cry in the crowd of living corpses.

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