Those words hit them like a hammer.
"Don't ever appear in front of me again."
"Or you both will regret it."
The street had grown quieter, though it wasn't truly silent. However, it seemed that way to the three of them at least.
His mother stood frozen, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and teary. She couldn't even find the strength to say anything and simply turned her head away.
Merely looking at Harry made her feel ashamed of herself, more than she could bear.
His father, however, trembled slightly.
It wasn't just the words Harry had spoken, it was the way he'd said them… the tone he'd used.
The man's heart kept thumping loudly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Before he knew it, he had already taken a step back, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.
'What is this…?' the man mumbled inwardly, his eyes narrowing at the back of his son.
His wife, still beside him, suddenly broke into soft sobs. She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking.
