Seeing his cousin and uncle-in-law, as before, holding those ridiculous weapons in their hands, thinking that they could make him feel daunted and frightened as before, he couldn't help but laugh, and his smile was very cold.

For a child, not to mention a baseball bat or a golf club, even a broom in Aunt Peggy's hand is enough to make a child tremble and dare not resist.

Even most of the time, in his memory, he already felt fear and helplessness just by their fierce expressions.

He wondered how he had been able to grow up in such an environment.

A child under the fence, without the slightest care from the so-called relatives, they are always suspicious of him, abuse him, treat them like rats, no, thieves who have been burrowing into their house.

Harry still remembered that it was Christmas five years ago, and they had bought turkeys to celebrate at home, and he could only watch them celebrate, and the most ridiculous thing was that when they had drunk too much cider and made a mess of the house, he told him in a charity tone that he could eat the rest of the turkey they had eaten.

What kind of mood did he have, eating the leftover scraps.

The most ridiculous thing is that when they woke up the next day, they had no memory of how they had allowed him to eat the rest of their turkey in a charity tone.

They were just angry that he had eaten the turkey.

So, he was locked up in that cramped attic to reflect that they wanted him to know that it was wrong to steal something to eat.

But, fuck you!

Too many unbearable memories of the past echoed in Harry's mind again with the ugly appearance of Peggy and their family at the moment, so he no longer hesitated.

He stretched out his hand and used a simple restraint spell to lift his aunt, uncle, and cousin up like five broken horses, so that their faces were pressed against the ceiling, watching their faces deform, but all kinds of foul language continued to come out of their mouths.

They were not afraid of him, they were afraid of him.

Confused and disappointed, Harry lowered them from the ceiling and rubbed against the floor, trying to see the fear on their faces, but he didn't.

They seemed to be accustomed to indulging in his weakness and helplessness in the past, perhaps because they were related to him, so they were not worried about being afraid of his actions at this moment, and they might even feel that in the end, the intimidation they had given Harry in the past would make Harry kneel down in front of them again, as before, and show them the fear of a child.

But what the hell are you going on in your heads?

Would a wizard surrender to a few Muggles, or even fear it, just because you are so-called relatives?

Are you kidding!

Have you ever treated me as a relative?

Harry thought, and then saw that they were still cursing to themselves, even his cousin, who was actually only a teenager, but under the teaching of his aunt and uncle, he was completely devoid of the innocence of a child.

Obviously outside, he is such a cowardly boy, but when he comes home, he can be as strong as a demon in front of him.

It's ridiculous.

Harry thought, and then grew tired of their endless swearing, it was time for them to feel what it meant to be afraid.

Call!

A fire rose in Harry's hand, a strange flame of strange color, with a hint of gray-green brilliance in the pale.

Nether fire, a fire originating from the underworld, was parsed by wizards and given it more unique means of belonging to the wizarding system, based on which many terrifying sorcery were created.

For example, the flame that is rising in Harry's hand at this moment is an evil sorcery invented based on the special properties of Nether Fire, called Soul Burning Witchcraft.

As for the effects of Soul Burning Witchcraft, Harry smiled as he recalled the description of Soul Burning Witchcraft in his mind, and then dropped it on his uncle, aunt, and cousin.

The flames began to burn.

Peggy and the others began to feel fear, and finally realized that Harry in front of them was no longer the submissive, timid and cowardly Harry in their memory.

But they hesitated, not begging for mercy in the first place, until the flames of soul-burning sorcery began to burn in them.

It's a strange burn, not like a flame in the usual sense, it brings pain, on the contrary, when the flames formed by the soul-burning sorcery fall on their bodies, Peggy and the others feel a strange cold and refreshing feeling, just like the ice cubes are placed on the almost feverish skin in the middle of summer.

But soon, when the coldness and comfort dissipated, the burning, terrible and unbearable burning pain spread from the depths of the bone marrow.

They began to scream, they began to beg for mercy, they began to weep bitterly, they began to repent.

But Harry was unmoved, he just watched coldly as the effects of the Soul Burning Witchcraft spread over Peggy's and them.

According to what he knew about soul-burning sorcery.

When the Soul Flame is burned, the flame will ignite every soul's soul until their shells begin to decay, their souls begin to repent, and everything they have as a life becomes the fuel for the Soul Burning Flame.

And this will be an extremely long process.

It is said that the inspiration for this witchcraft came from a primitive and cruel criminal law that a wizard had seen when he traveled to other worlds, lighting a sky lantern.

It's just that compared to the primitive and cruel methods of the natives, the wizards brought the same, if not more terrible, effect in a more elegant and beautiful way.

After all, what is ignited by soul-burning witchcraft is not only the body, but also the soul.

It was a cruel form of cruelty, and even among the many cosmic stars that Harry had mastered, it was in the top 10 of the most cruel and evil witchcraft.

And now, he did not hesitate to inflict on his uncle, aunt, and cousin with the most cruel means at his disposal, as if they had once inflicted on him the deepest malice in the world, from their relatives.

"The God of Wizards forgives you sins, and may your souls find peace in the kingdom of the God of Wizards."

Harry watched as they wripped in the flames of soul-burning sorcery, then lowered his head and muttered a prayer that seemed to be a prayer for salvation, only the sneer on his lips grew more and more mocking, releasing the undisguised malice in his heart.

Only he knew that what seemed to be a last wish for peace of mind was in fact just another of the deepest malice.

After all, the god of wizards was never really a god!