Faced with such a vicious tirade, Harry gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger as he straightened himself up from the sofa with an expressionless face.
This unusual reaction made Petunia, who had intended to lecture him, feel a bit afraid.
With a look of fear and a threatening tone, she said, "Potter, what... what are you trying to do? Don't you forget that if you use magic in this house, you'll be expelled!"
"Aunt Petunia, I only came back today to say goodbye," Harry said, looking her directly in the eyes, his gaze full of determination. "I'm sorry for leaving without a word. From today on, I'm moving to Hogwarts."
"So from now on, you and Uncle Vernon won't have to deal with a pest like me anymore!"
"You... you're saying you're leaving?!" Petunia's face showed disbelief, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions.
"Yes! And thank you so much for raising me all this time, even with all the risks you took," Harry said. As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the heavy weight that had been on his chest for so long instantly disappear.
"If I ever get the chance, I'll come back to visit you." With that, Harry walked forward and, to Petunia's shock, hugged her. He then released his arms and resolutely walked past her toward the living room entrance.
Just as Harry was about to leave the living room, his gaze was drawn to the cupboard where he had lived as a child. Looking at the crooked white door, a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Although the dark, tiny cupboard had never brought him a single good memory, for some reason, he now felt a sense of reluctance to leave it behind.
"Goodbye," Harry finally said farewell to his tragic childhood and walked out of the Dursleys' front door. He looked up, basking in the warm and brilliant sunlight, feeling a sense of ease he had never experienced before.
Taking a deep breath, Harry smiled and prepared to leave, but just then, a voice from behind him called out.
"Potter!" Petunia walked out of the house, holding a bundle wrapped in brown canvas. "This belonged to your mother. On that night all those years ago, you weren't the only one who lost their mother. I lost my sister, too."
Harry took the bundle from Petunia and opened it. Inside was an old but well-preserved notebook with a faint name written on the cover: Lily Evans.
Harry looked at his mother's belongings, his lips tightly pressed together. He fought back the sob in his throat and excitedly nodded. "Thank you, Aunt Petunia! Thank you!"
Petunia didn't say anything, only giving the notebook a complicated look. At that moment, she remembered the image of her sister's cold body lying in front of her. A whirlwind of complex emotions surged through her, leaving behind only regret.
After handing her sister's only memento to her nephew, Petunia quickly turned and walked back into her house.
As the door closed with a loud bang, Tonks watched Harry's figure from the window and said, "Well... I still don't quite understand what you mean by 'the meaning of family,' Professor Dumbledore. But at least Harry now knows how to forgive."
"No matter what, we must admit that the Dursleys did raise Harry, even if it was in a terribly unpleasant way," Dumbledore said with a sigh of relief. "If Harry had not realized this, his dark childhood would have given rise to endless hatred, which might have led to a tragedy later on."
"Perhaps this is the best for Harry, after all," Tonks said. "It means he no longer has to live that horrible life."
"Whether it's for better or for worse, only Harry himself will know," Dumbledore said as he turned and walked toward Fawkes, who was perched on a lamp stand. "He still has many things to go through in the future."
"What about my husband's matter...?" Seeing Dumbledore about to leave, Tonks couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry, it's all taken care of," Dumbledore said with a smile. "If nothing goes wrong, I believe Lupin has already received an owl with his invitation."
"Thank you so much, Professor Dumbledore!" Tonks's face instantly lit up with a happy smile, as her husband was finally going to get a decent job.
"Go tell Lupin not to worry about his werewolf identity. I have received word that Mr. Damocles Belby has formulated a new Wolfsbane Potion using moon frog mucus, and it works even better than the old one."
"Really?! That's wonderful!" Tonks's expression became excited.
"Also, tell Lupin not to deliberately hide his werewolf identity," Dumbledore continued to instruct.
"But... why?" Tonks was confused again. Everyone knew about the plight of werewolves. If students found out their professor was a werewolf, it would not only cause panic but also pressure from parents that Hogwarts couldn't handle.
"His werewolf identity can't be hidden, especially from the students of Ravenclaw," Dumbledore explained. "There's one thing the outside world doesn't know. Over the past year, Victor Dreyar has been teaching the entire Ravenclaw House Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Under his tutelage, those young Ravenclaws, who already have a unique innate intelligence, will be able to tell that Lupin is a werewolf with a single glance."
"Then what should we do?" Tonks asked anxiously, feeling that the job her husband had finally gotten was about to fly away.
"Don't worry, I'll handle everything..." Dumbledore left that last sentence and disappeared from the house with a phoenix's cry.
Outside, Harry, who was immersed in the powerful connection to his mother's memento, was completely unaware of the flash of light from his neighbor's house. He gently touched the faint name on the notebook's cover, and a powerful longing for family suddenly surged in his heart.
He carefully put the notebook away, then activated the magic in his Guild crest on his arm. In the blink of an eye, he was back at the Fairy's Abode.
As soon as he returned, he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
"Harry!" Ron came running over, looking anxious. "Harry, where have you been? I've been looking for you all over the Guild. I thought something had happened to you!"
"I'm fine. I just had to go out for something important," Harry replied with a smile.
"Something important?" Ron asked, a little confused.
"It's nothing..." Harry shook his head, then changed the subject. "Ron, you said you were looking for me. Was there something urgent?"
"Uh... it's nothing big, really. The Guild Master needs our help!"
"The Guild Master? What's wrong with him?" A question mark appeared above Harry's head, and his face suddenly changed. "He didn't come back covered in blood again, did he?!"
"Oh, of course not," Ron replied. "The Guild Master was injured a few days ago, right? Now he has to take medicine to recover, and he needs some morning dew to brew his potion."
"What's morning dew?"
"It's the dew that hangs on the leaves in the morning," Ron explained. "It's really not a big deal. The Guild Master just mentioned it to us when he came back, but after he went to his room, Cedric suddenly suggested that we help him collect the morning dew so he can rest and recover without worry."
"That's what we should do. Even though the Guild Master can be strict, he's always been good to us. Now that he's injured, we should help him out," Harry said, then looked confused. "Is there a problem with that?"
"It's a huge problem!" At that moment, a voice from the bar countered Harry's question. Draco crawled out from behind the bar, a haggard look on his face as he glared at the two of them.
"Blimey! When did you get here?!" Harry and Ron were both startled at the same time.
"I've been here the whole time. You just didn't notice," Draco said weakly, looking very tired.
"Why is it a huge problem?" Harry asked, curious.
"Well, Hermione thinks our magic circle practice is too slow, so she's making us use only magic to collect the morning dew, to train our magical control," Ron explained.
"Uh... while it's a bit of a hassle, the intention is good," Harry said, a bead of cold sweat running down his forehead.
"But why am I the one being singled out?!" Draco complained bitterly. "I've been dragged to all sorts of parties by my father lately, and faking smiles while dealing with those adults is already bad enough. And now that brute of a girl is putting even more pressure on me!"
"What did she do?" Harry looked at Ron, confused.
"He's studying water magic, so Hermione gave him special permission to use magic to collect the morning dew. But as you know, using water magic is obviously an extra step compared to just using magical control, so..." Ron didn't finish his sentence and just gave Draco a sympathetic look.
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