Here Comes the Little Flying Stick

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What kind of spectacle was it when a 417-meter-tall skyscraper collapsed?

Anton crashed into one of the Twin Towers with Voldemort. The impact blew apart the building, sending it crashing into the other tower. Both buildings collapsed with a thunderous roar, raising a towering cloud of smoke.

Everyone inside the Sanctuary Tower in nearby Central Park was stunned. The Muggles were shocked by the destruction a wizard could cause so easily, while the wizards were astonished by the strength of the young wizard Anthony Weasley.

Many of them had heard about the battle at the Ministry of Magic in London, Britain, and had some idea that Anton was already powerful enough to contend with Voldemort. But seeing it with their own eyes was still so shocking that they stood frozen in place.

Hearing people boast about something secondhand was one thing. Watching it happen right in front of you was another.

The wizards who had been present during the battle at the Ministry of Magic in London felt the impact even more keenly. Had Anthony Weasley somehow grown even stronger since then? It had only been six months, hadn't it?

What year was Anton in?!!!

The Sanctuary Tower rang with chatter from all sides: Muggles, wizards, and Squibs alike.

"Did Anton kill Voldemort?" Harry gripped his wand tightly, wishing he could ride his Flying Broomstick out there and help.

"I... I don't know." Ron swallowed, staring at everything in a daze. Was the cousin who shared his homework with him every day really this powerful now?

He wasn't as reckless as Harry, thinking that as long as you were determined to win, you were bound to succeed.

Whenever his parents and their fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix talked about the Death Eaters, their expressions grew especially