Fog Capital, London.

The sky of the city is raining again, and it seems that the hometown in memory has always been shrouded in rain, so whether the rain is the cry of the sky or the inadequacy of the sky.

He thought, and then felt himself more and more sentimental, not like a thirteen-year-old boy should be, but who made him Harry Potter.

A cursed life will naturally bring about a maturity that ordinary people cannot have.

"It's raining."

He sighed again, and stood in the rain, dressed in the clothes he had worn when he left, and remembered how his aunt's family had happily sent him away from the docks of the city, as if they had lost some burden.

And now, he's back.

Therefore, the person who sent him away happily at the beginning should be very unhappy.

"You shouldn't have chosen this city."

He whispered, and then smiled, the world is changing every day, and the arrival of the wizard era has turned the whole world upside down.

For example, in the past, if someone in a black wizard's robe appeared on the streets of the city, it would attract a lot of attention, but now, as far as the eye can see, it seems that people dressed like this everywhere you look.

People who don't know the truth still think that those who wear black wizard robes are really legendary wizards.

But Harry knew that they were just Muggles.

Of course, this is not an important thing, the important thing is that the reason why he chose his hometown city among so many cities, and he is not even worried about being guessed by the people of the wizarding academy, is because he really wants to see the surprised and frightened looks of some people.

"Voldemort has been killed by me. Then the time has come for you, those who have treated me to atone. ”

He thought, and then his face was filled with coldness that he shouldn't have at this age.

At least although a long, long time ago, when he was treated harshly by his aunt's family, who could barely be called relatives, he was still somewhat grateful in his heart, after all, they kept him from living on the streets.

Even if I actually had grievances, I thought that if one day I could get ahead and return to my hometown, I must make that family pay for the bad things that once treated me.

But it's just a thought.

But now, after killing Voldemort, the thrill of revenge stirred in his heart, and he was even more angry in his heart, or it was actually for their good.

After all, from the perspective of blood, they are his only relatives in this world.

It's a pity, wizards, don't need relatives.

Because relatives mean weakness, and blood means that they can be targeted.

What he had to do, it was great, and the danger he had to face was terrible.

Therefore, some weaknesses must be abandoned, and some areas that may be targeted must be stifled in advance.

He didn't want to fall short because of a so-called relative who was actually not very friendly.

After all, as far as he knew, there were too many witchcrafts that could be used to restrain curses and even kill across time and space through thin blood ties.

In the wizarding world he knew, there was even a powerful eighth-level wizard who left a bloodline inheritance because he couldn't control his lower body when he was young.

Even when that eighth-level wizard grew step by step to the point where he could peep into the realm of a ninth-level wizard, tens of thousands of years had passed, and the family bloodline left by this eighth-level wizard was already very thin, and with the help of the strength of this eighth-level wizard, the family power was even covered in dozens of time and space.

But just because this eighth-level wizard competed with another eighth-level wizard for the opportunity to become a ninth-level wizard, the other party seized this weakness and performed a terrible witchcraft curse.

Overnight, the family bloodline left by the eighth-level wizard who left his bloodline, even if it was separated by dozens of time and space, far away from time and space, still died completely overnight, and the whole family was really wiped out, and the chickens and dogs were not left.

And the grievances and souls of the blood relatives of those eighth-level wizards who were cursed and killed overnight were also used by the opponents, creating blood resentments, and a curse made the eighth-level wizard unwilling to fall.

There were so many examples like this in the wizarding world that Harry had learned.

An eighth-level wizard may still fall because of this, let alone him.

The enemy he has to face, the big thing he has to do, absolutely does not allow such weakness.

So, his first stop, chose here, his hometown, here are his relatives who he is about to kill with his own hands.

The rain was getting heavier.

Harry made sure that he didn't go to his aunt's house in the first place, but walked around the city, swaying his hands like graffiti, leaving many marks on the city.

He lowered his head, his whole face hidden in the black wizard's robes, but the outline of the whole city was in his heart, so, he was calm, so, he walked leisurely.

By the time he had done all the arrangements, he was already standing in front of the familiar door.

He laughed, pulled down his cloak, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, Peggy opened the door, and looked at Harry standing at the door strangely, not recognizing it at first, but the wizarding robe Harry was wearing made Peggy subconsciously a little afraid, "Are you?" ”

"Don't you recognize it? I'm Harry. Harry Potter. ”

Harry watched as his aunt's face changed from awe and nervousness to arrogance and disgust when she heard his name, an expression he knew all too well, too many times in the past years.

"It's Harry. I thought it was! How did you get back? It's not like it's going to take years. And what are you wearing this dress for, deliberately to scare me? Do you want to be beaten! ”

After saying that, Peggy subconsciously went to the back of the door to look for a broom.

"It's rude. What is it that makes you feel like you can say such things in front of a great wizard, just because, you think you are my aunt? ”

Harry sighed, suddenly feeling bored, he had actually thought about being gentle to his aunt's family, at least to make their death less painful, but now it seemed that he had thought too much.

He thought, and then before he could make a move, the fat aunt Peggy flew straight up, but despite this, Peggy was still cursing angrily, without the slightest fear of Harry, and in the midst of yelling like killing a pig, Harry rushed out of the living room when he saw his form and his uncle.

They had baseball bats in their hands, and golf clubs.

"That's not how relatives should be treated."

Harry said.

"Harry, it's you little bastard, you hurry up and let my mom go!"

"Harry, what are you doing! How dare you do it to your aunt, no big or small, why don't you hurry up and kneel down and admit your mistake! ”