On the top floor of the apartment building of Hell's Kitchen, the burning houses were filled with black smoke. It was like an unknown signal.

On the top battlefield, Harry, who volunteered to drag the betrayer Peter to save the ordinary people who were held hostage, has also fallen into the most dangerous situation.

"Ah, Harry."

A strange smile appeared on Peter's sickly pale face.

The dark wizard who followed Voldemort was not a bastard from the beginning. In fact, when he was studying, he was one of Harry's father's best friends.

Like Harry, he is a student at the Gryffindor School of Hogwarts School of Magic.

Unfortunately, more than ten years ago, when Voldemort's power was at its strongest, Peter succumbed to his inner weakness and chose to betray his friends. He leaked the place where Harry's parents hid to Voldemort, which directly led to the death and tragedy of Harry's parents.

This traitor who had committed evil looked at Harry with an unyielding look in front of him, and he said:

"You are very much like your father when you fight. I have been observing you, Harry, you are smart, you are optimistic, you are free and easy, you are almost exactly the same as your genius father. Your kindness and beautiful mother are exactly the same as your most perfect treasure left by James and Lily. You also know that they were my best friends."

"You should call me uncle, just like you call Lupin and Black."

"No!"

Harry gritted his teeth and said:

"I will never call you that. You are a shameless traitor who killed my parents!"

"Betrayal? No!"

Peter screamed as if he was misunderstood:

"You don't understand! Harry, you're too young, you don't understand at all! You don't know at all, you can't imagine his weapon!"

The Death Eater was like defending himself, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I was scared at that time, Harry, I have never been as brave as your father. Believe me, I never did it on purpose. Voldemort forced me, you can't imagine his power at that time!"

"Tell me, Harry, what's the benefit of rejecting him when facing someone like that?"

Peter's face showed another morbid smile, and he looked at Harry and said:

"I caught you, and he will reward me for it."

After saying that, he raised his right hand, and his shiny silver fingers grabbed Harry like a poisonous snake. Harry wanted to fight back, but with a swing of Peter's wrist, his wand was smashed to the ground.

"Bang"

Harry was strangled by the silver fingers and he struggled desperately, but the silver metal fingers were extremely powerful, making him unable to resist.

He was dragged back to Peter in a mess. The Death Eater looked at him condescendingly. His slutty smiled, and he said:

"It's a bad process to move from North America to England. Harry, you'd better grit your teeth and never spit it out."

But Harry did not care about Peter's "persuasion". Instead, Harry's eyes fell on the ruins of the smashed wall in front of him, where a little black and white cat was squatting there, looking at him.

Harry recognized the kitten, it was not the kitten in Merlin's house!

That's not Merlin's kitten

Oh my God, that fool Ron misled him, that cat, that was clearly Professor McGonagall!

She is here too!

With the eyes of a man and a cat, Harry immediately understood what Professor McGonagall meant. He grabbed Peter's arm and shouted:

"Uncle Peter! Look back, you have no good ending with Voldemort! He doesn't care about anyone at all! Please, look back, when you can still look back."

Harry's "Uncle" made Peter, who was casting a spell and preparing to leave North America, stand still.

He looked down at Harry, his watery eyes constantly changing, guilt, pain, despair, fear, and a touch of viciousness.

"There is no chance, Harry. I can't look back."

He was completely attracted by Harry, and at this moment he could not notice that in the shadow of the ruins of the wall behind him, the cat had quickly transformed back into the vice president of the Hogwarts School of Magic, the famous British powerful witch, Minerva McGonagall.

“stupefy!”

Professor McGonagall had extremely rich experience in casting. The moment she changed back to human form, the wand in her hand waved towards Peter, accompanied by an extremely formal, clear pronunciation and elegant syllable spell, an enhanced version of the sleeping spell was thrown on Peter.

The green light hit Peter's back like an arrow, interrupting the magic he was releasing. At this moment, Peter felt an uncontrollable sleepiness, but the years of infiltrating black magic made him very resistant to this non-lethal spell.

He didn't fall immediately, he staggered, looking at Harry in front of him, and he screamed:

"You lied to me! Harry! You lied to me!!!"

"ah!"

The guy who once betrayed his best friend was deceived by a child at this moment.

The guilt for Harry's parents immediately dissipated in Peter's heart. He tightened his fingers and pressed against the pain of the heart-wrenching curse released by Professor McGonagall, and was about to cut off Harry's neck.

This silver hand was given to him by Voldemort, and could release a huge force like a mountain monster. Harry could feel his neck was clattering, and maybe the next moment, he would be really cut off.

Professor McGonagall's face changed, and a dangerous green light appeared on her wand.

That was the start of the Avada Sauvignon Curse. It seemed that the professor was also interested in killing. But she was unwilling to use it rashly, because Harry and Peter were in contact with each other now, and she was afraid that the Sauvignon Curse would hurt Harry.

"Swish"

At this most critical moment, a shadow rushed from the broken window like an arrow into the burning room. As Merlin's wrist flipped, the black fighting knife lit up a sensational light.

As Merlin lifted his hands and fell, a touch of bloody blood sprinkled on Harry's face.

In front of him, Peter's entire right arm was cut off from his shoulder.

"ah!!!"

The black wizard screamed in pain, covering his wound with a look of despair.

"Swish"

Professor McGonagall's magic hit him from behind, not a life-seeking curse, but an enhanced version of the sleeping curse. The seriously injured Peter was no longer able to resist such a curse. His eyes rolled and he fell into a pool of blood.

"Bang"

Merlin pulled down the silver hand that strangled Harry's neck and threw it under his feet. The silver palm broke away from Peter's body and melted quickly. It seemed as if it had never appeared before, and soon dissipated in the air in a decomposition posture.

"I almost came late, right?"

Merlin smiled at Harry and handed him the handkerchief, who was indeed frightened. He wiped the blood from his face with the handkerchief, and looked at Peter who was lying in a pool of blood. Until this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are too reckless, Mr. Porter!"

Professor McGonagall's verbal lying, with an extremely orthodox Scottish accent behind Harry. The graceful professor waved his wrist and summoned a clear spring to extinguish the burning flames around him. She looked at Harry sternly and said:

"I don't remember any professor who taught you, in this case you have to stand up desperately, have you forgotten Dumbledore's warning to you?"

"I"

Harry was a little afraid of the harsh witch, and he didn't know what to say.

Merlin took a step forward, putting his left hand on Harry's shoulder, and he looked at the witch in front of him, and said:

"Harry did the right thing. Ms., his performance today is worthy of the title of hero. Because of his courage, he has won us a chance and 33 lives have been saved. At this time, you should praise him and criticize him, so let's leave it until the start of school."

"You! Merlin!"

Professor McGonagall looked up and stared at Merlin with a more severe gaze.

She hasn't forgotten yet. This guy fed her cat food for 7 days, and the bastard cat Gugu he raised, which was a very shame!

"It's hard for you to understand what Mr. Porter means to the British wizarding world. We would rather live peacefully than show off to be a hero! He almost lost his life!"

"We all fantasize about being a hero before we become a real hero."

Merlin shrugged, he didn't understand why the witch was so resentful to him, he just calmly refuted:

"Instead of asking you to put the name of a savior on Harry and wait for him to passively become a savior. It is better for him to choose to be a hero himself. The former is pushed to greatness, while the latter is actively pursuing greatness."

"I think Harry has only really grown today."

"Don't use your dangerous thoughts to deceive this child! He is only 14 years old! Merlin is here, he should stay at home obediently at this age!"

"What are you doing by calling my name? Besides! Harry's fate has already been"

"Okay, stop arguing!"

Harry was a little overwhelmed by the argument between Merlin and Professor McGonagall. The child shouted, pointing to the ground beneath his feet, and he said:

"Let's leave here first, go back and say something, okay?"

"snort"

Professor McGonagall snorted, she turned and walked into the darkness, and she said to Harry:

"Tomorrow morning, I will wait for you in Magic France and I will take you back to London via Floor."

After saying that, the arrogant witch transformed into a little cat in the dark and disappeared quickly in the shadow. When Merlin looked at this scene, he always felt that Professor McGonagall's changing little cat looked familiar.

"Oh, it turns out she is Animagus, no wonder."

Merlin knew that this spell that changed into small animals was the supreme secret in metamorphosis, and was called Animagus.

It can freely transform a wizard into an unobtrusive animal, and after transformation, all the wizard's aura will be covered up. In other words, the wizard after transformation is a real animal.

Even the reconnaissance spells could not detect them.

Merlin looked at Peter at her feet. The Death Eater was also an Animagus. Merlin saw him with his own eyes in the previous warehouse.

"Let's go, Harry."

Merlin carried the unconscious Peter up and waved to Harry:

"Go down, Hermione, Ginny and Ron are still waiting for you, and we have to prepare a dinner for the hero. Let me think, you helped Fury solve a big problem, so this time, let him treat him."

"Um"

Harry nodded, picked up his wands from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and took the elevator with Merlin to the ground.

The 33 rescued people are being "questioned" by the Aurors.

In fact, it is the curse of forgetting one after another, making them forget what happened today and continue to be an ignorant and happy ordinary person.

Merlin knew that in the next period of time, the Magic France Association would probably be busy. More than 100,000 people in New York saw the fire dragon flying over the sky with their own eyes, and these people must be treated as the forgetting curse.

"Thank you."

When Merlin walked into the square, Jack, the boxer who was holding his son, came to Merlin. He obviously still remembered Merlin and what he did three years ago, but at this moment, the stubborn boxer still sincerely thanked Merlin.

After all, Merlin saved him and his most precious son.

"Thank you."

Little Matt, who was held in Jack's arms, also said thanks to Merlin, which made Merlin smile. He reached out and touched Little Matt's hair, and then let Harry come from behind, and he said to Jack and Matt:

"You should thank him for not having his help, and I can't do all this."

"Thank you, kid."

Jack reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder. The boxer with scars on his face sincerely thanked Harry, and Harry responded at a loss.

A few minutes later, Harry said goodbye to the father and son, and he returned to his friends.

Hermione and Ginny repeatedly looked at Harry's body worriedly to see if he was injured. Ron stretched out his fist and pounded Harry's thin chest. He pointed at everyone around him and said to Harry exaggeratedly:

"Look at these Muggles, Harry, they were all saved by you! They called you a hero! Hahaha."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and he asked:

“How is it like being a hero?”

Harry looked back at the ordinary people behind him who had survived the disaster. He raised his head and looked at the sunset in the dusk sky. He reached out and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. He whispered:

"This feeling"

“It’s really good.”
Chapter completed!