After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"Is that so?" Mr. and Mrs. Dursley fell into a trance.

They loathe magic, yet at the same time, they undeniably fear it.

Now they are told that magic is just a skill, like a racing car, and what is truly terrifying is the evil people who use it.

At this moment, Harry Potter upstairs seemed to have heard Petunia's shouting just now, so his authentic Gryffindor curiosity could not be suppressed, and he leaned half of his body down from the corner of the stairs to peek down, thinking he was hiding.

It doesn't matter if he saw Selwyn. How did he see him?

In surprise, Harry hit his head on the stair railing and couldn't help but cover his head and cry out in pain.

How could he not be discovered?

Vernon stared at Harry fiercely and was about to roar, but Yang Mei got there first: "Potter, so you were upstairs. I just told your uncle and aunt about you."

"Selwyn, why are you here?" Since he had been discovered, Harry simply went down the stairs.

"Something happened." Yang Mei smiled politely.

He said to the Dursleys, "You guys think about it first, Harry and I will go up and take a look."

Harry still looked silly at this moment, and in the blink of an eye he saw Yang Mei walking in front of him.

"Won't you invite me up and sit for a while?" Yang Mei looked a little strong, but Harry didn't dare to refuse anyway.

The young savior swallowed inexplicably, then scratched his head: "Well, my room is a mess. If you don't mind, I would of course like to invite you to sit in my room for a while!"

Harry's bedroom is about ten square meters. Apart from a narrow bed, the rest of the space is filled with messy things.

Broomsticks, suitcases, owl cages and various books.

"Well, at least now many things belong to you, don't they?" Yang Mei's wand slid from his sleeve into his palm, and he pointed the tip of the wand at the messy pile a few times... In fact, it was only a little tidier. The difference from before was that there was now space for Yang Mei to put a chair.

You can't let him sit on Harry Potter's bed, can you?

They are not that well-acquainted yet.

Moreover, the savior's bed was so messy that it didn't look like anyone could sit on it.

Yang Mei: Let me be frank, I just dislike him!

Harry looked at Yang Mei packing his things, and his face instantly turned red. "I was only allowed to move into this room not long ago. I used to live in the stairwell, and usually no one came to my room, so I left my things in a mess..."

Yang Mei felt that the savior was a bit of a natural tea, and someone asked him where he lived before.

Yang Mei sat down leisurely. "To be honest, I came to see you today, but I didn't want to be sneaky, so I brought gifts for a formal visit. And I didn't want your uncle and aunt to look down on me, so I made a gimmick of cooperation between companies. Of course, this cooperation is real. The Selwyn Group does serious business in the Muggle world, and it is possible to cooperate with anyone, and your uncle's company is no exception."

Harry was like a goose, he only understood half of what Yang Mei said. What is the cooperation between companies? Is this really something that twelve-year-old kids like them should understand? Because Harry didn't understand, all he could think about was "Selwyn is so amazing!"

"Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia must be very happy. After all, your company sounds very impressive." Harry curled his lips.

Today, Yang Mei saw with her own eyes how the Dursleys and the Savior hated each other.

From his perspective, both sides were at fault.

No matter how much the Dursleys hated the wizarding world, magic, or the Potters, it had nothing to do with Harry Potter. It was a little horrifying to have a living person live alone in a stairwell since he was a baby.

And when Harry was older, they made him do a lot of housework and belittled him with the most vicious words every day. Dudley Dursley was just a little older than Harry, how could he have such a strong malice towards Harry? It was nothing more than that he was used to listening to his parents, so he would insult and bully his cousin as a matter of course, even though his poor cousin did not provoke him.

But!

What I mean is, Harry Potter was treated inhumanely at his aunt and uncle's house, so shouldn't he retaliate decisively when he has the ability to do so?

Yang Mei personally thought that it was not impossible.

Things like blood relations can be put aside for now.

But it would be better to give him some compensation before taking revenge. Not to mention the fact that Hagrid conjured a pig's tail for his son, the money the Dursleys had spent on him over the years, and most importantly, the mental damages he suffered from the intimidation from Dumbledore.

Yang Mei believed that the Dursleys were very reluctant to spend money on Harry, but they still spent a lot of money despite cursing and grumbling.

Take Harry Potter's glasses, for example.

Even though the glasses were quite worn out, it was still surprising enough that Harry had them at all.

If the Dursleys really hated Harry to their core, Harry would be blind even if he wasn't dead, right?

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Mei shrugged and said, "It's just a matter of mutual benefit. Your uncle is a senior executive of Granning Company and he has great ability."

Harry didn't want to talk about his uncle who roared like a rhino all day, so he immediately changed the subject: "You just said you came to see me today, is there something?" To be honest, he didn't think Selwyn could have anything to do with him. In this year at Hogwarts, Harry had clearly understood that it was impossible for him to become friends with Selwyn and Malfoy, and not becoming enemies was the best outcome.

"There is something on your body that does not belong to you, and of course does not belong to me, but I was asked to take it away." Yang Mei glanced at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"Huh?" Harry was completely confused. He looked down at himself, "Is there something on me that doesn't belong to me? But I'm wearing only ordinary clothes, and I'm not wearing any other accessories except my glasses." Could it be that an organ in his body is not his own?

"On your head." Yang Mei conjured up a water mirror in mid-air and placed it in front of Harry, "In your scar."

Harry looked in the mirror. The scar on his head was still as noticeable as ever. Besides attracting a lot of attention that bothered him, it had also caused him pain from time to time over the past year. It was really a nuisance!

"Are you talking about my scar? I don't know how it became someone else's thing, but if you can take it away, I would thank you because it really bothers me." Harry said with some complaint.

When Yang Mei heard this, she thought, this is inappropriate, now we have reached a consensus.

"Okay," Yang Mei stood up, "but let me make it clear first, I can't take it all at once, I'll have to come back to you again later."

"Ah? Okay." Harry agreed without thinking.

"Well, pull your hair out yourself." Yang Mei ordered him.

Under Yang Mei's gaze, Harry blushed inexplicably, but he obediently used his hands to push away the hair that was covering his scar.

Yang Mei: "..." Why are you blushing? I asked you why you are blushing?

Forget it, "peel off the silk and pull out the cocoon!" A faint blue light came out from Yang Mei's wand and shot straight into Harry's scar.

That’s right, this spell was created by Yang Mei in order to extract the soul fragments from Voldemort’s various Horcruxes without damaging the containers.

Under the effect of this spell, Voldemort's soul fragments will no longer be a whole piece, but will become like silk threads.

If there is any disadvantage to this spell, it is that not all the soul threads can be drawn out at once, and this soul will not produce an independent individual like Riddle.

But this should be the best news for Voldemort's main soul.

Yang Mei said that more money should be paid.

"Ah!" The sudden pain made Harry's eyes go black. He fell down on the bed and couldn't help wanting to touch the scar on his forehead with his hand.

"Oh, you can't touch it." Yang Mei said and waved the magic wand again, "Quickly imprison it!"

Harry's arms were forced to be tied behind his back. Without his arms to control his balance, he immediately fell on his back on the bed.

The lightning scar on his head seemed to come alive and kept squirming, as if it was struggling to escape but unable to break free.

Harry had felt pain in his scar from time to time in the past year, and he found it unbearable at the time. But today he realized that the pain he had felt before was just child's play, and this time it was truly painful to the bone!

Yang Mei stood indifferently beside the bed, but he did not forget to cast a soundproofing spell in the room, otherwise the Dursleys downstairs might hear Harry Potter's screams and think he was killing someone.

Harry, who was under "torture", felt as if a century had passed, but in fact only five minutes had passed.

Finally, strands of black lines emerged from Harry's scar, and then they orderly entered the box in Yang Mei's hand.

This box was specially made by him, and it took a lot of good materials, such as magic stone fragments, mithril, soul-nourishing wood, soul-gathering stone...

"Thank goodness I'm willing to spend money on materials. Look at this soul, it's already pure black. If it were ordinary materials, I'm afraid there would be no way to purify it." Yang Mei muttered to herself, "I have to pay more. My materials are not blown by the wind. Speaking of which, this man has been dead for more than ten years. Does he still have money? He can't be a pauper?"

Harry was already numb from the pain. He could not hear Yang Mei's mumbling. All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat which had become especially violent due to the pain, one after another, like the sound of huge waves hitting the rocks at the seaside.

Yang Mei put the box in her hand away, then looked at Harry who was still lying dead on the bed.

"Clear water is like a spring."

The clear water rushed straight towards Harry's face, and the cold temperature made Harry shiver even though he was not fully awake yet.

Yang Mei had already untied the tight hoop for him. Harry turned over and sat up from the bed, and casually ruffled his hair into a bird's nest, a bird's nest that had been exposed to wind and rain.

"Is it over?" Harry seemed a little frightened. He thought he was going to die just now.

"Today's is over. I will come again in a few days." Yang Mei has achieved his goal today, so he doesn't plan to stay here any longer.

"Are you leaving?" Harry noticed.

Ever since he returned to his aunt and uncle's house for the summer vacation, he had no one to talk to. Every time he made a sound, the Dursleys would immediately shut him up like a frightened bird.

He did send a few letters to Ron via his owl Hedwig, but strangely, he never received a single reply.

Now, Selwyn, who is of the same kind as him (both know magic), has finally arrived. To be honest, he really doesn't want Selwyn to leave so soon.

Yang Mei felt that the savior was really kind-hearted. He had just brought him so much pain, and now he was reluctant to leave?

"I don't think you need to stay in your room all day. You should have inherited your parents' estate, right? The Potters used to be a pure-blood family with a relatively rich background. I don't know why you didn't move back to the Potter house but continued to live in the Dursleys', but London is so big. As long as you have money, you can go to most places and come back at night, so you don't have to annoy each other." Yang Mei had already walked to the bedroom door.

Harry suddenly realized: "Yes, I can go out!" No one stipulates that he must stay in the room all day!

Silly savior, Yang Mei thought.

After going downstairs, the Dursleys downstairs seemed to have sorted out their emotions and made a decision.

Yang Mei saw a stack of documents on the coffee table.

"It seems that you two have made up your mind?" Yang Mei did not sit down, but asked while standing beside the sofa.

Penny's eyes were red and swollen. "We have thought about it. We can pretend that nothing happened to other things, but my Dada still has nightmares because of... the pig tail incident! Although we know that the hope is slim, we still hope that the dirty big guy who committed the crime will be punished!"

"These are Dudley's medical examination and operation reports in the hospital," Vernon said. "Mr. Selwyn, I don't know why you are willing to help our family, but from my perspective as a businessman, I think this must be profitable for you. In this case, I can only wish Mr. Selwyn success in his plan."

As expected, if someone can become a manager of a large company, unless he relies on nepotism to get to the position, he will definitely not be a good-for-nothing.

Yang Mei placed the magic wand in her hand on the pile of documents on the coffee table and knocked it twice. Then a pile of identical things appeared next to it.

He put the replica away and said, "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, see you next time!"