CHAPTER 337: DON’T EVER APPEAR IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN

Harry exhaled softly and activated [Camouflage].

His body shimmered for a split second, and his figure blurred against the background, making it seem like he melted into thin air.

He then opened the door, walking out of his house.

The street was bustling as usual, with people and vehicles moving about.

Harry took a step forward—and then he burst forward at rapid speed.

Though he only dashed, the speed at which he moved made it seem like he vanished.

A violent gust of wind trailed behind him as he sped through the street, and the people around flinched when they felt it.

However, they couldn’t see anything, and could only feel the wind howl in their ears for a split moment.

Harry smirked as he ran, the city flying past him in a blur of motion.

’Running is always so fun.’ he thought, chuckling to himself.

He wasn’t even using [Accelerate], or any of his other speed boost skills.

This was simply his normal speed, without even being boosted by him channelling his energy

And it felt good, as always.

Then—

"I heard... this is where he lives." A strangely familiar voice drifted into his ears, and his eyes widened.

He skidded to a halt in an instant, kicking up dust with his feet. His chest rose slightly—not from exhaustion, but from shock.

He turned his head slowly, eyes scanning behind him.

And then he saw them.

A couple stood on the sidewalk several meters away, talking quietly to each other as they looked toward him. They hadn’t noticed him—of course, they hadn’t, not with [Camouflage] still active.

But Harry saw them.

The man had short dark brown hair, his eyes a deep, piercing shade of black.

The woman beside him had a lighter shade of brown hair tied loosely behind her head, and her black eyes narrowed in confusion.

Harry stared, his mind blank for a moment.

His throat tightened.

"...Mother?" he muttered under his breath, barely audible.

His eyes slid slowly to the man beside her.

"...Father?"

The words escaped without thought, weak and raw.

The wind died.

The noise of the city dulled.

Only the beating of his heart remained, thundering in his ears as he stood frozen in place, surrounded by a crowd that didn’t even know he existed.

He hadn’t seen them in years.

Not since...

His fists slowly clenched, a weird mix of emotions stirring within the pit of his stomach.

"Why are you two here?" he said without even realising, his face squeezed into a frown.

The couple turned, startled by his voice.

His mother’s eyes widened. "H–Harry?" she whispered, almost in disbelief. "How long have you been standing there?"

His father furrowed his brows, stepping slightly forward. "You... how long have you—?"

Harry didn’t answer.

Instead, his gaze narrowed, and he exhaled sharply.

In his anger, he hadn’t even noticed the slip. His control over his energy had lapsed for just a second—just long enough for [Camouflage] to deactivate completely.

It was a rookie mistake, one he’d never made before. But now, of all times... it had happened.

He shoved the thought aside and narrowed his eyes at the couple.

"Why are you two here?" he asked flatly, tone cold.

There was no warmth in his voice, and it was clear how much he didn’t want to talk or even see their faces.

His mother looked flustered, eyes darting nervously between him and his father. "W-We came to meet you," she said finally, her voice quivering. "We... we missed you, Harry."

Harry scoffed.

"Really?" he muttered, raising a brow. "You missed me?"

His father stepped forward then, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. "You know too, don’t you?" he asked. "About what happened to Trent."

Harry’s expression darkened.

"Yeah," he said. "They said he’s missing."

The words hung in the air, and the tension between them slowly increased.

His mother gasped softly and stepped forward, placing a hand on her chest. "I... I was so worried about you..."

The expression on Harry’s face immediately twisted into a frown, then into disgust.

Worried?

Now?

She took another step, faster this time. "Harry, please, I just—"

She suddenly lunged forward, arms outstretched, trying to embrace him.

But Harry moved.

He swiftly leaned back and sidestepped her completely, causing her arms to wrap around empty air instead.

Her eyes widened, and she stumbled slightly, shocked by the rejection.

"Don’t try to touch me." Harry said.

His mother stood frozen, arms still slightly outstretched. The pain in her eyes was clear—but Harry didn’t look at her again.

His father, however, was far from quiet.

He stepped forward with clenched fists, his face twisted in anger. "How dare you snub your mother like that?"

Harry didn’t flinch, acting like he couldn’t hear the man.

"She’s your mother," the man continued, pointing a finger at him. "You need to respect her! And me too!"

Harry blinked once.

Then scoffed.

"Ohh... is that so?" he said, the sarcasm thick in his voice. "Respect, huh?"

His father’s jaw tightened. "You’ve become spoiled," he snapped. "Rude. Disrespectful. Look at how you speak. Is this what you’ve become?"

Harry said nothing.

He didn’t even bother to argue. He simply turned his head slightly, eyes sweeping across the nearby street.

And then he noticed it.

A few people were starting to slow down as they walked past. Some glanced curiously in his direction. A few even looked like they were beginning to recognise him.

He frowned.

The last thing he wanted was to be seen in the middle of the street, arguing with these two.

He turned his gaze back to the man in front of him.

"If you’re so concerned about Trent going missing," he said coldly, "then take it up with the AMO. I don’t care about either of you."

He turned his back without another word, walking away without so much as a glance over his shoulder.

His father shouted something, but Harry didn’t bother to listen.

He didn’t care.

He kept on walking, before suddenly pausing.

He slowly turned back, his expression darker than before.

"One last thing," he said, his voice quiet—yet more threatening than anything he’d said so far.

"Don’t ever appear in front of me again."

His eyes locked onto theirs, sharp as a blade.

"Or you both will regret it."