The rain in London is still falling, as if it will never end. The sky was cloudy, obscuring the sunlight, and the earth was back to darkness.

The city's power system was destroyed, and in just over an hour, the world's financial capital felt as if it had returned to the Middle Ages.

There are a few car horns occasionally honking on the side of the road, but when you look closer, it comes to an abrupt halt. Even if there was a sound, it was quickly drowned out by the sound of raindrops.

On the road in the rain, a black sedan was driving at a high speed, and in the driver's seat, the man held the steering wheel with a solemn expression.

The raindrops made a dull sound on the car, and the leaves on the side of the road rustled as they washed by.

The car sped through the street, and the windshield was covered with a layer of mist, but it could not hide the grim face.

"Squeak-" With a sharp and screeching sound of brakes, the car stopped on the road, and the rain trickled down the roof of the car and gathered in front of the car.

The man untied his safety belt and got out of the car, standing on the side of the road, looking up at the rain fluttering in the sky.

The raindrops hit the ground like hailstones, splashing ripples, and in those thousands of ripples, the same scene was reflected, a building that had collapsed nearly half.

"Bang!" A piece of rubble fell from the building that was about to fall to the ground, and along with it the man's heart.

Then, madly, he rushed into the mutilated staircase, stumbling and tripped over the gravel several times, but got up again.

He was wheezing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was heaving violently, like a frightened geist.

Running up to the third floor in one go, his eyes locked on a door blocked by collapsed steel bars.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed straight over, pulling the steel bars with all his might, bending them one by one.

"Ah——!!!h

"Zizi !!" The heart-rending cries of men and the unpleasant sizzling of steel rubbing against wood were heard far away in this rainy afternoon.

Finally, the last of the steel bars were bent by his blood- and sludge-stained hands, and he tore down the broken wooden door and stormed into the room.

"Valerie!" He roared. Voices echoed through the room. The room, which was almost half collapsed, was covered in rubble and dust, and he crawled over the collapsed walls with his hands on the ground.

In this dark room, he searched for the figure he knew best.

"Valerie!!" A hoarse growl came from his throat. He despaired of the deserted room.

"Woo~" Suddenly, from under the collapsed rubble, a faint sound came.

"Valerie?!" He was ecstatic, like the last plank of a man about to drown. Then, the man lunged in the direction of the sound and began to dig up the rubble on it like crazy.

Piece after piece. It wasn't until his arms were numb and his nails were oozing blood that he finally saw the light of day, and beneath the stone, there was a broken table, barely holding up a small space.

The faint sound of breathing came from under the table.

Valerie !! The man struggled to remove the last boulder that stood in his way, and hugged the trembling figure huddled under the table.

He knelt on the ground, held the girl's face, and kissed her softly. In an instant, the man's tears welled up in his eyes, as if he had recovered his treasure, and his mouth called her name over and over again.

"Mom—" The man was stunned.

"Help—Mommy—" little Valerie's faint voice, accompanied by a barely raised arm, immediately shocked the man's heart, and he quickly turned around, just behind him, not far away, a small area of steel rubble and collapsed wardrobes was slowly oozing blood.

There was a loud bang, and a silvery white light flashed in the rain curtain. It was a long knife that cut through the sky and tore through the darkness that had sunk.

At that moment, the man saw what was buried in the rubble - his lover. Just as he was about to rush over to rescue his lover, a man suddenly appeared in the rain downstairs.

It was a crazy woman, with tousled and fluffy hair, and already that sinuous wand that identified her.

Bellatrix Lestrange, who was attracted by the sound of cars and the inexplicable shouts.

Looking at the car next to her and the building in front of her, Bellatrix's face showed a little suspicion, and then she held her wand and directly raised her hand to release a red spell, which swept through the cold rain and bombarded the fragile building.

With a loud bang, the fifth or sixth floors were blasted open, and a huge hole was opened, and pieces of rubble fell, raising a cloud of dust.

The man on the third floor hugged his daughter tightly, and a suppressed and painful moan overflowed from his throat. A crumbling piece of rubble smashed into his right leg.

But what made him even more painful was the woman who had accompanied him through countless ups and downs, looking at him with a smile on her lips at the moment.

The thunder outside the window still resounds, but the man's world is still silent. Every ray of light illuminated the mother's face, she was still beautiful, the splinters of wood pierced her chest, and the blood bloomed on her face like a blooming flower.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the raindrops streaked across the sky but hovered in front of his eyes, like the universe that was silent 13.82 billion years ago.

Then, the hovering droplets finally could not resist the gravitational attraction and fell straight to the ground, like a trumpet blowing towards creation, and hundreds of millions of drops of rain fell from the sky and scattered on the land of London.

Watering and breeding. After the last light of love in the eyes of that wife, that mother, that mortal dissipated.

Extreme hatred, like the Big Bang universe, grows in London at the speed of light. In an instant, it took root and grew, and when the gentleness at the corners of her mouth subsided, it was already a towering tree.

———— Bellatrix is gone. It's like she appeared out of nowhere. The rain was still pouring down, and there was no sign of stopping.

I don't know how long it has been, but the numb world still has no concept of time, maybe a second, maybe two seconds, or even shorter.

Suddenly an old man with gray hair in a gray robe suddenly appeared on the empty street.

The old man stood silently, looking at the Death Eaters who were nowhere to be seen, when suddenly a cold gaze entered his field of vision.

In a dilapidated building, a middle-aged man kneels on the ground, his long-dead wife in his arms, and his teenage daughter at his feet.

His hands were soaked in blood, and he stared blankly at Dumbledore on the side of the road, like a soulless shell.

Just looking at it, as if telling about death.