Cool rain flowed over the magical umbrella that Anthony was holding. He had just followed Dumbledore back to London.

Yes, he had returned, and although London was in danger these days, several professors eventually relented and allowed Dumbledore to take him with him personally, despite his strong gestures of protest.

After all, for Anthony, it was an attack on his home. Family? As a traverser, Anthony actually has a very weak affection for this country and the city, just like two similar words, although many of them are the same as his previous life, but it is those differences that deepen his sense of alienation!

When he didn't know that he was a wizard, Anthony's plan was just to eat and wait for death to be a dispensable prince.

After discovering that he had traveled through the world of Harry Potter, he shifted all his focus to the wizarding world, preparing to become a magical salted fish prince.

But when he saw the city under attack, an anger grew in Anthony's heart that he had never felt before.

London is his city, I can do without, but you can't rob! And even more so to ruin it. Damn it! Damn it!

！ Dumbledore was keenly aware of the increasingly gloomy face of the child beside him. He deliberately did not go directly to the city center, because he was afraid that the tragic scene would not be accepted by the child for a while.

As a result, just now, they walked past a broken building, the incomplete family, the bloody scene, not to mention Anthony, even a trace of anger welled up in his own heart.

At that moment, a sentence popped into Anthony's mind: If one day I become a bad person, please remember that it is because I have been kind!

Without saying a word, he waved his wand, chanting the Restoration Charm along the way, restoring the neighborhood he passed through as if it were as good as ever.

And among them was the wrap, the poor man. his home. The rubble floated out of thin air, and everything that was gradually shattered was being restored, half-cut tables, shattered photographs, and flattened dolls.

"Heal as ever." The green light shone brightly, and the man's left leg wound healed quickly. Soon his wounds healed.

"Can you save my mother?" The girl next to the man asked innocently. Looking at this child of his own age, Anthony had some difficulty telling the truth.

The woman in the man's arms, the entire front of the chest was pierced by broken wood, and even a dragon should be damned.

"You know what?" With a wave of his wand, Anthony turned the sawdust from his feet into a white cloth that spread over the woman's body.

"Every part of us comes from the stars in the sky. Your mom just went back to heaven. He barely smiled, and after cleaning the dirt off the girl's body, he looked into her eyes and said seriously.

That's all Anthony can do, no matter how great a wizard is, he can't bring back death. The man's expression was still a little confused, his eyes were full of grief, and he held his wife's corpse and knelt there like a sculpture.

Anthony didn't say anything, and quietly exited the room. Back on the street, Dumbledore looked at him with a complicated and relieved look in his eyes.

Anthony was very happy with his performance, he was a kind kid, he knew it, but sometimes there were always people pushing him.

"I'll send you Buckingham Palace, Anthony, and stay with your loved ones in everything." He reached out and held Anthony.

Not to mention, your family will always give you warmth, which is Dumbledore's biggest feeling for many years.

Anthony shook the principal's hand, and the next moment, they were already at Buckingham Palace.

"What people!" The sudden appearance of the two made the defending royal guards very nervous, and all kinds of weapons were aimed at them in an instant.

Anthony stood still, not saying a word. Dumbledore tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and then disappeared in place for a moment.

"Yes, Your Highness Anthony. Put away their weapons. Mr. Hobson, the butler of Buckingham Palace, recognized at a glance the prince who was often around the Queen.

"Mr. Hobson!" Anthony looked at the butler who came over and said softly, "Don't tell Your Majesty that I've been back." Then he suddenly shouted around, "Shylock! ”

"Poof!" After a moment of space distortion, a white kitten jumped into his arms, which Anthony had agreed with him to get Shylock back to Buckingham Palace before he went to the president's office to debate with several professors.

If his city was safe, maybe he would have complied with Dumbledore's request to stay at Buckingham Palace, but now, a flame was burning his sanity, and Anthony couldn't calm down at all.

"Let's go." He stroked the silky fur of Shylock in his arms and commanded in a low voice.

"Meow~" Shylock shouted, and then took him directly to tear through the space, spanning several miles. The next moment he arrived in the center of the city, in the mud tower of war.

The streets were filled with the sound of gunfire and the tremor of the earth. However, there were no ordinary people on the road, but there were many corpses.

Adults, children, women, men, and even Anthony saw a few familiar faces, agents in suits, all of whom were guards from the Downing Street Security Service, whom he had seen.

Unfortunately, when they met again, they fell to the ground in a mess, some of them were covered with bullet holes, and their deaths were horrific, while others, who did not seem to have any external injuries on their bodies, just fell to the ground with blank eyes, letting the mud and rain tick, as if they were asleep.

Apparently, the agents were under attack while covering the evacuation of civilians.

At this moment, a noisy figure came from a jewelry store not far from him.

"Who?" Two terrorists with guns walked out of the shop.

"What! It turned out to be a little hairy child, a british cub. When they saw Anthony, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but the weapons in their hands were still pointed at him.

"Huh!" Anthony smiled coldly, raised his hand and quickly threw out a spell, a red light flashed, and one of the two was directly blown off half of his body.

Blood and internal organs sprayed directly on the entire wall. But the man did not die, and the other half of his body was still lying on the ground wailing.

"Wizard!" His other accomplice reacted and quickly pulled the trigger. The expected gunshot did not come, and the sound of something falling to the ground reached his ears.

"Ah~!" Looking at his arm that was spurting blood, a huge pain had already overflowed his brain.

A heart-rending wail followed. Anthony walked past them indifferently with Shylock in one hand and wand in the other.

He waved his hand lightly as he passed the two poor fellows. The Cutting Spell was like an invisible sword, gently slicing open their necks, only severing their trachea and arteries, and not dying immediately.

However, they soon suffer from the violent struggle that causes their lungs to contract violently, sucking blood from their necks into their lungs.

Eventually they will be drowned, drowning in their own blood. Anthony held the cat in his arms and walked forward slowly.

Speaking of which, dying from the Killing Curse is really the gentlest way to die in the world, dying in an instant, without having to endure pain... Unfortunately, people can die with the killing curse, and livestock should roll to hell.

The next moment, his eyes returned to the agents who were lying in a pool of blood, and after snatching a pistol from them, he left the place.

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"Bang-ah-!" Westminster, on Whitehall Street, the most chaotic and bloody place in all of London, is full of shrill and piercing sounds, the whistling of bullets and the rhythm of raindrops.

The smell of gunpowder in the air could not be dispersed, even in the afternoon of pouring rain. Anthony suddenly appeared, standing in a dark corner of the street, his eyes looking at the two corpses in front of him.

A man and a woman, one covered in bullet holes, and the other could not be deduced from the bruises on her neck that she had been strangled to death.

Without a word, he walked out of the corner. Suddenly, everything around him was so strange to him, Anthony remembered that there was a statue on the avenue of Whitehall Street, he remembered, there was a fence there, and there were antique buildings all around, and even the 10th Downing Street, which he remembered the most, was in ruins.

"Yo! It's Anthony! Oh! Look at this poor child, he must be scared stupid. A cloud of black smoke suddenly flew from the street, and a tall, thin man in a tattered robe appeared in Anthony's sight.

It was a short, balding man with a mouse-like face and nose, and although Anthony had never seen the mouse's real body, he thought it was.

"Peter Pettigrew?" He was sent to Azkaban by Dumbledore during the summer vacation, and he actually appeared here.

"Haha, you know me, oh! Also, my photo was published in the newspaper. Peter smirked, his voice shrill and piercing, and as he spoke, his two front teeth exposed.

"Dumbledore must be here, too! When this happens, it's impossible for him not to come, stains! Isn't he always wise? How could you leave a little wizard here? Peter's voice grew cold, and there was hatred in his eyes.

It seems that his few months in Azkaban were not easy. Indeed, during these two months in Azkaban, Peter spent his days under the curses of a horde of mad Death Eaters who believed that Peter Pettigrew had betrayed Voldemort, especially Bellatrix Lestrange, who firmly believed that he had deliberately led the Dark Lord to Godric's Hollow, and eventually murdered him along with Dumbledore.

Otherwise, how could a baby defeat the great Voldemort? This must be Dumbledore's conspiracy!

"What does this have to do with you, but I'm afraid you're not as lucky as you are back in Azkaban this time."

"Huh? Did I hear any jokes? Peter looked at Anthony in amazement. The hatred on his face dissipated and was replaced by banter.

"The true Dark Lord is about to rise, and no one will be her match this time, not even Dumbledore."

"Haha, now I know that there are so many people who want to kill Dumbledore. Do you know how many shamans support the saints? All of Europe is looking forward to the next Dark Lord. Peter's expression became hideous: "Immediately, the whole world will fall, let alone a small Hogwarts." He glared at Anthony viciously, his eyes full of resentment.

"And I, I will have more authority than the Minister of Magic, and perhaps the Great Mistress will be in a good mood that day, and will be willing to promote me to the Minister of a State!"

"Yes! Maybe that day he suddenly wanted to eat a roasted rat and slaughtered you! Anthony said flatly.

Although he was very curious about Peter's mistress, he did not ask, and he could vaguely guess who it was.

"Humph!" Peter clenched his teeth, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and Anthony was talking about his pain. For a two-faced and three-surnamed domestic slave like him, it is even more difficult to gain the trust of the new master than to ascend to the sky, but at least the prison of Azkaban, from which he has escaped, will always have a chance in the future.

"You know what, little hairy boy! Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, and it might be a good credit to catch you and use you to threaten Dumbledore. ”

"Really?" Anthony raised his head, the wand in his hand trembled slightly, and a wand was thrown out in an instant.

"Carving insect skills!" Peter chuckled and casually knocked Anthony's spell away. It's just a simple cutting spell, hum!

Sure enough, Hogwarts is Hogwarts, and this only teaches young wizards this kind of garbage spell, and it hasn't changed at all in more than ten years.

Anthony certainly didn't feel like he could rely on that level of spell to defeat Peter Pettigrew. He was an adult wizard after all, and he had learned some advanced spells from Voldemort.

However, his attacks did not stop, and then, the petrification charm, the disarming charm, and the rotation were thrown out by him.

"Oh! It's kind of interesting. Peter's eyelids picked, a genius at this age to master a spell of this magnitude.

It's a pity - it's still too much to take for granted to deal with him. As he spoke, he defended or dodged, while at the same time freeing his hand and returning a few tricky spells.

Anthony dodged or released the Iron Armor Charm, his face always maintained an indifferent look, but his heart gradually became solemn, and he found that he could not do anything with Peter Pettigrew.

This guy has a lot of combat experience, although he is shameless, but after all, he is a man who has come from the Dark Ages, and his proficiency in magic spells can throw him several streets.

But the spell in his hand didn't stop. On the contrary, it became more and more ordinary, and all kinds of simple spells were used by Anthony in one go.

"Humph!" Peter Pettigrew, who had been at ease, sneered, as Anthony's final smashing spell flew past his cheek.

Sure enough, he was worthy of a little wizard, and the spell didn't even nod his head. Just as he turned around to taunt a few words, suddenly

With a "bang", Peter felt his arm for a while, and the wand instantly took off his hand, and blood flowed out of the hole in his arm.

"Huh? Missed! Anthony rubbed his right hand, the recoil of the pistol was so strong, he wiped it off.

He had just deliberately lowered the accuracy of the spell in order to make the fool careless and make him let his guard down.

Sure enough, everything turned out to be as he expected, and the foolish Peter paid a terrible price for his arrogance.

"I heard that when you betrayed the Potter family, you blew up an entire street to avoid Sirius. Killed dozens of people? ”