RPAGF Chapter 182 People can die from the killing curse (4)
Chapter 182 People can die from the killing curse (4)
The cool rain flowed over the magic umbrella held by Anthony.
Just now he followed Dumbledore back to London.
Yes, he is back too. Although London is now full of dangers, after his strong protest, several professors finally compromised and allowed Dumbledore to take him personally.
After all, for Anthony, it was his home being attacked.
Family?
As a time traveler, Anthony actually has very little affection for this country and city, just like two similar flowers. Although many of them are the same as in his previous life, it is those things that are different that deepen his sense of alienation!
Before he didn't know he was a wizard, Anthony's plan was just to eat and die and become a dispensable prince.
Then he discovered that he had traveled through the world of Harry Potter, so he shifted all his focus to the magical world, preparing to become a magical salty prince.
But when he saw that the city was under attack, an anger he had never experienced before grew in Anthony's heart.
London is his city, I don’t need it, but you can’t take it from me!Don't ruin it.
Damn it!Damn it! !
Dumbledore was keenly aware that the face of the child next to him was getting darker and darker.He deliberately did not go directly to the city center because he was afraid that the child would not be able to accept the tragic scene for a while.
As a result - just now, they passed by a broken building, the incomplete family, the bloody scene, not to mention Anthony, even he felt a trace of anger in his heart.
At that moment, a sentence suddenly popped up in 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 and recited the repair spell all the way, restoring the blocks he passed through to their original appearance.
And among them was Bao Bao, the poor man.his home.
The rubble floated out of thin air, and everything that was gradually broken was restored, including half-sectioned tables, broken photos, and crushed dolls.
"Healed as before." The green light shone, and the man's left leg wound healed quickly.
His wounds soon healed.
"Can you save my mother?" the girl next to the man asked innocently.
Looking at this child who was similar to his own age, Anthony found it difficult to tell the truth.
The woman in the man's arms had her entire chest penetrated by broken wood. Even if she was a giant dragon, she should die.
"Did you know?" Anthony waved his magic wand, transforming the sawdust under his feet into a white cloth, covering the woman's body.
"Every part of us comes from the stars in the sky. Your mother just returned to the sky." He forced a smile, and after cleaning the dirt off the girl's body, he looked into her eyes and said seriously.
There was only this much that Anthony could do, no matter how great the wizard was, he could not undo death.
The man's expression was still a bit confused, and his eyes were full of grief. He was holding his wife's body and kneeling there, like a sculpture.
Anthony said nothing and quietly left the room.
Returning to the street, Dumbledore looked at him, his eyes complex and full of relief.He was very satisfied with Anthony's performance. He was a kind-hearted child, he knew, but sometimes there were always people who kept pushing him.
"I'll take you to Buckingham Palace, Anthony, and stay with your family." He stretched out his hand to hold Anthony's.Without saying much, your family will always give you warmth. This is the biggest feeling Dumbledore has had in many years.
Anthony held the principal's hand, and the next moment, they were at Buckingham Palace.
"who!"
The sudden appearance of the two people made the defending royal guards very nervous, and various weapons were instantly aimed at them.
Anthony stood silent.
Dumbledore patted his shoulder gently, and then disappeared in an instant.
"Yes, Your Highness Anthony. Put away your weapons." Mr. Hobson, the butler of Buckingham Palace, recognized the prince who often appeared around the Queen at a glance.
"Mr. Hobson!" Anthony looked at the steward who came over and said softly: "Don't tell your Majesty that I have been back."
Then he suddenly shouted to everyone around him: "Shirok!"
"puff!"
After a space distortion, a white kitten jumped into his arms. Anthony and it had agreed to let Sirocco return to Buckingham Palace in advance when he went to the principal's office to debate with several professors.
If his city was safe, maybe he would comply with Dumbledore's request and stay in Buckingham Palace, but now, a fire burning his reason made it impossible for Anthony to calm down.
"Let's go." He stroked the soft hair of Shilok in his arms and whispered.
"Meow~"
Sirocco shouted, and then led him to tear open the space and span several miles.The next moment he was in the center of the city, among the mud towers of war.
The streets were filled with the sound of gunfire and the trembling 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, they were all guards from the Downing Street Security Office, he had seen them before.
Unfortunately, when they met again, they fell to the ground in a mess. Some of them were covered with bullet holes and died in horrible ways. Others didn't seem to have any external injuries on their bodies, but they fell to the ground with lifeless eyes, letting the mud and the raindrops, as if falling asleep.
Obviously, these agents were attacked when they were covering the evacuation of civilians.
At this moment, a noisy figure came from a jewelry store not far away from him.
"Who?" (Non-English) Two terrorists with guns came out of the store.
"What! It turns out to be a little kid, the son of a British man." After seeing Anthony, the two men immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but the weapons in their hands were still pointed at him.
"Ha ha!"
Anthony smiled coldly, raised his hand and quickly cast out a magic spell,
A red light flashed, and one of the two was blown away in half.Blood and guts sprayed directly across the entire wall.
But the man was not dead, the other half of his body was still lying on the ground wailing.
"Wizard!" Another of his accomplices reacted and quickly pulled the trigger.
But the expected gunshot did not come, and a sound like something falling to the ground reached his ears.
"Ah~!"
Looking at his arm that was gushing blood, huge pain had already overflowed into his brain.
Heart-rending wails followed.
Anthony held Sirocco in one hand and held the wand in the other, walking past them indifferently.As he passed the two poor guys, he waved slightly.
The cutting spell was like an invisible sword, gently slicing their necks. It only cut off their trachea and arteries, and they would not die immediately.However, their violent struggle will soon cause their lungs to contract violently, sucking the blood from their necks into their lungs.
Eventually they will drown, 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. You die in an instant without having to endure pain...
It's a pity that people can die from the killing curse, but animals should go to hell.
The next moment, his eyes returned to the agents lying in a pool of blood. After picking up a pistol from them, he left the place directly.
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"Bang-ah-!"
Westminster, Whitehall Street, this is the most chaotic and bloody place in London, with sharp and harsh sounds everywhere, the whistling of bullets and the raindrops playing a rhythm.
The smell of gunpowder in the air never dissipates, even in the afternoon of heavy rain.
Anthony suddenly appeared here. He stood in a dark corner of the street, his eyes looking away from the two corpses in front of him.
A man and a woman, one with bullet holes all over her body, and the other from the bruises on her neck, it was easy to deduce that she had been strangled to death.
He walked out of the corner wordlessly.
Suddenly, everything around him felt strange to him. Anthony remembered that there was a statue on the avenue of Whitehall Street. He remembered that there was a fence there and it was surrounded by antique buildings. Even No. [-] Downing Street, which impressed him the most, at this time It also turned into ruins.
"Yo! It's Anthony! Oh! Look at this poor kid, he must be scared out of his wits." Suddenly a cloud of black smoke flew up the street, and a tall, thin man wearing a tattered robe appeared in front of Anthony. In sight.
It was a short, bald man with the same face and nose as a mouse. Although Anthony had never seen the real mouse, he thought he must be it.
"Peter Pettigrew?"
He, who was sent to Azkaban by Dumbledore during the summer vacation, actually appeared here.
"Haha, you know me, oh! Yes, my photo was published in the newspaper." Peter smiled proudly, his voice was sharp and harsh, and as he spoke, his two front teeth were exposed.
"Dumbledore must be here too! If something like this happens, there's no way he won't come, Zizhen! Isn't he always a wise man? Why would he leave a little wizard here?" Peter's voice gradually became colder. When he woke up, there was more hatred in his eyes.It seems that his few months in Azkaban were not easy for him.
Indeed, during the two months in Azkaban, Peter spent the whole day being cursed by a group of crazy Death Eaters. They believed that Peter Pettigrew had betrayed Voldemort, especially Bellatrix. Lestrange, she firmly believed, was the one who deliberately led the Dark Lord into Godric's Hollow, and eventually murdered him together 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 won't be so lucky to return to Azkaban this time."
"Huh? Did I hear some joke?" Peter looked at Anthony in surprise.The hatred on his face also dissipated, replaced by teasing.
"The real Dark Lord is about to rise, and no one will be her opponent 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 wizards support the saint? The whole of Europe is looking forward to the next Dark Lord."
Peter's expression became ferocious: "Soon, the whole world will fall, let alone a small Hogwarts." He glared at Anthony fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.
"And I, I will gain greater authority than the Minister of Magic. Maybe the great mistress will be in a good mood that day and will be willing to promote me to be the Minister of a Country!"
"Yes! Maybe he suddenly wanted to eat roasted mice that day, so he killed you!" Anthony said flatly.Although he was very curious about the mistress Peter mentioned, he did not ask. He could vaguely guess who it was.
"Huh!" Peter gritted his teeth, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, Anthony was talking about his pain.For a two-faced and three-surnamed domestic slave like him, it would be extremely difficult to gain the trust of his new master. However, at least he would always have a chance in the future from the Azkaban prison he had escaped from.
"What do you know, you're just a little kid! Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. It might be a good achievement to catch you and use you to threaten Dumbledore."
"Really?" Anthony raised his head, the wand in his hand shook slightly, and a wand was thrown out instantly.
"Little trick!" Peter chuckled and casually dispelled Anthony's spell.It was just a simple cutting spell,
Hum!Sure enough, Hogwarts is Hogwarts. It only teaches young wizards such rubbish spells. It has not changed at all after more than ten years.
Of course Anthony didn't think that he could defeat Peter Pettigrew with that level of magic.After all, he was an adult wizard, and he had learned some advanced spells from Voldemort.
However, his attacks did not stop, and he continued to throw out petrification spells, disarming spells, and other attacks in turn.
"Oh! That's interesting." Peter's eyelids twitched. Mastering this level of magic at this age is a genius.It's a pity - it's still too natural to deal with him.As he spoke, he defended or evaded, and at the same time, he freed his hands to respond with a few tricky spells.
Anthony dodged or released the Iron Armor Curse. His face always maintained an indifferent expression, but his heart gradually became serious. He found that there was nothing he could do against Peter Pettigrew.This guy has quite a lot of combat experience. Although he is very shameless, he is a person who has come from the dark ages after all. His proficiency in magic spells can surpass him by several blocks.
But the spell on his hand didn't stop.Instead, it became more and more ordinary, and all kinds of simple spells were used by Anthony.
"Hmph!" Peter Pettigrew, who had always been able to do it with ease, looked sarcastic, watching as Anthony's last crushing curse released towards him flew past his cheek.
Sure enough, as expected of a little wizard, the spell didn't even hit the mark.
Just when he turned around and was about to make a few taunts, there was a sudden "bang" sound, and Peter felt his arm tremble. The wand fell out of his hand instantly, and blood flowed out of the hole in his arm.
"Uh? Missed!" Anthony rubbed his right hand. The recoil of the pistol was so strong that he wiped it away.
He had just deliberately lowered the accuracy of the spell, just to make that fool careless and make him relax his vigilance.Sure enough, everything was as he expected, and the stupid Peter paid a heavy price for his arrogance.
"I heard that when you betrayed the Potter family, you bombed an entire street to avoid being hunted by Sirius. Killed dozens of people?"