Hogwarts: I am the power of purification

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Since Lily's death, Petunia's jealousy and resentment towards her disappeared.

What she could never forget was the first time James Potter stepped into their home. His arrogant words as a wizard exploded in her ears like thunder.

That look of disdain and extreme contempt swept across her and Vernon's faces like a cold wind, mercilessly trampling on their self-esteem.

From then on, there was no contact between them. Even when her sister sent her wedding invitation, Penny turned a blind eye and ignored it. Because deep in her heart, the humiliation and hurt she had suffered had already turned into an insurmountable gap between the two of them.

However, when James Potter's child, Harry Potter, appeared before her eyes, his face, which looked exactly like his father, reminded Petunia of the embarrassing memory all the time. From the moment she saw the child, she felt a deep disgust, which became stronger as time went by.

But at this moment, the news of Voldemort's resurgence came, like a terrible nightmare coming to the world. This means that Harry Potter is likely to follow in the footsteps of his mother Lily and die.

When she learned of Lily's death that year, the disgust that Petunia had thought she had always felt due to jealousy disappeared, and an indescribable feeling of emptiness suddenly surged into her heart, making her sad and crying. That day, endless sadness surged like a tide, immersing her in it for a long time.

At this moment, Petunia looked at Harry with eyes full of heartache and sorrow. Seeing another loved one about to leave her, this heart-wrenching pain almost broke her down completely.

At this moment, Harry stared at his aunt with a strange look. His aunt's eyes had never appeared on him before. Ever since the mysterious letter arrived, his aunt, who had been in deep thought, suddenly came to her senses and stared at Harry with an extremely strange expression.

At this moment, Harry felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, as if his aunt at this moment was his own relative, and the tenderness in her eyes was very kind!

While Harry was still concentrating on looking at them carefully, Aunt Petunia gritted her teeth, suppressed her inner anxiety and fear, stood up straight with difficulty, and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Harry, go back to the house and rest!"

After saying that, she turned around, and walked out of the room carefully with Vernon. She looked around nervously, and hurriedly pulled Dudley towards the hospital.

The night was like a huge black curtain, slowly covering the entire neighborhood. Everything was silent, so quiet that it made people feel creepy. Just as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were rushing to the hospital in a hurry, Harry turned around and returned to his bedroom silently.

He sat quietly beside the bed, his brows furrowed, his eyes staring blankly ahead, his thoughts drifting away involuntarily, his whole body deeply immersed in endless thinking...

Suddenly, a faint and almost inaudible sound of footsteps came from downstairs. The sound was as thin as a mosquito at first, but gradually became clear and louder. Finally, it was like a drumbeat, stopping directly in front of his room! Harry's heart suddenly tightened, and he was instantly enveloped by an inexplicable tension.

At this moment, he was clearly the only one at home, so why did such a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly appear? Could it be as the thought flashed through his mind - were those vicious Death Eaters coming to his house?

When he thought of this, although Harry couldn't help but feel a little panic deep in his heart, he quickly calmed down because he was extremely precocious. Harry reached into his arms without hesitation, pulled out his wand, held it tightly in his hand, stared at the door intently, leaned forward slightly, and was ready to fight at any time!

At this moment, a clear "Opening Curse" sounded, and the tightly closed door opened! At this moment, Moody, Lupin and a large group of other wizards appeared at the door!

When Harry saw the faces of these people clearly, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, suddenly fell back into his stomach, and all his uneasiness disappeared in an instant, replaced by joy and surprise. He stared at these familiar figures in front of him with wide eyes, with a bright smile on his face.

"Boy, good job. You're quite alert!" Moody saw Harry, wand in hand, ready for battle, as soon as he entered the room, and couldn't help but praise him.

"But don't worry, this is not a dangerous situation. It's just that the situation is urgent and we have to take you to a safer place. This is also what Headmaster Dumbledore meant!" After that, Moody raised his chin towards Harry, signaling him to pack his luggage quickly and set off with everyone.

At this moment, Harry's eyes slowly swept over the professors who were looking at him with concern, and the long-accumulated feeling of grievance in his heart seemed to be blown away without a trace by a warm spring breeze.

When he looked at Professor Lupin again, he found that his face was even paler than before, and there were a few more conspicuous patches on his patched clothes. This kind of meticulous care from the elders became stronger and stronger like a surging tide.

While Harry was quietly packing his luggage, the other eight wizards who came with him could no longer hold back their curiosity and began to explore this Muggle family. They stared at the strange furniture and supplies with wide eyes and incredible faces.

The TV that displayed clear images without the need for magic, the gas stove that suddenly started to burn...all of this was so new to them that they were amazed.

"Hey, James, what are you writing so intently over there?" Tonks, who came here with everyone, noticed that Lupin was bending over the table with a serious look on his face and writing furiously, so she couldn't help but ask.

Hearing Tonks' question, Lupin answered without raising his head: "I am leaving a message for Harry's aunt. After all, Harry's sudden disappearance is no trivial matter, and as relatives, they have the right to know where he has gone." After that, he continued to write with full concentration, and the feather pen in his hand rustled on the paper.

Lupin stopped writing and carefully reviewed the message he had just written. After confirming that no important information was missing, he gently folded the message paper and placed it firmly in the most conspicuous place in the room.