Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Friday, Sunny

This is my third day in San Francisco. Uncle Long took me to complete the enrollment procedures.

Oh my god, that school is full of foreigners, there isn't a single student from Tokyo University. I hope those students won't bully me.

But Uncle Long is so powerful, he can definitely beat them to a pulp, right...?

Harry flipped through the small notebook and suddenly realized why it had no title. "This is... a diary?"

Looking at the contents recorded inside and the neat handwriting, it should be written by a girl, the diary of a girl named Cheng Xiaoyu.

Harry also discovered that he seemed to be able to understand the square-shaped characters.

This script seems to be unique to the country called Dongda, and it's completely different from English...

Harry knew about this because his Uncle Vernon's drilling company had once hosted clients from that country.

They bought a lot of machinery and equipment in one go, which made Uncle Penon a fortune.

When Uncle Vernon got home, he happily got himself drunk on whiskey before dinner, and then proudly announced at dinner:

If I can close three more deals this year—no, two more big deals like this one—I can hopefully get a new car before Christmas!

Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon did not get a new car with the letter B and an eagle emblem, and Harry never heard him mention it again.

It was only when Harry saw these words again that he remembered this incident.

These words look much simpler than English.

Harry thought to himself that perhaps it was because he could read it.

Harry was amazed to find that just a few lines contained the meaning that would take a whole chapter to express in English.

Just as Harry was about to close Jade's diary and put it away again.

His hand, which was reaching for the dictionary, suddenly paused.

"Wait, if I look at the contents of this diary, maybe I can figure out what those people I met today and the talismans mean..."

Harry hesitated for a moment. He had originally wanted to ask Uncle Dragon about the ninja soldiers, but seeing how anxious they were, he didn't ask any further questions.

This is a good habit Harry developed at his aunt's house—don't talk too much... If Harry had kept this habit in mind all these years, perhaps his life would be much better.

But Harry often couldn't help but forget this, arguing with Dudley and then getting a severe punishment from Aunt Petunia.

Harry also discovered that he doesn't have Jade's memories, meaning that no matter what he does now, the real Jade won't know when she returns.

"Perhaps I could leave her something, like an apology letter or something?" Harry thought.

Finally, Harry picked up the diary again, sat back down in his chair, and laid it open on the table...

Tuesday, cloudy

I can't believe it's true that my mom said she would send me to the United States for a while!

Go somewhere where no one will nag me incessantly! Alone, and free access to snacks! Just thinking about it makes me look forward to tomorrow.

Harry flipped to the beginning and saw this entry in the diary. He couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Jade shared the same troubles as him.

Aunt Petunia was always nagging Harry, telling him to fix his hair, tuck his clothes into his pants, and not look so sloppy.

She never considered that it was because Dudley's baggy trousers were too big that the legs always slipped down to Harry's feet, making him look sloppy.

Harry paused for a moment, thinking about this.

I wonder if Aunt Penny has noticed that he hasn't gotten up. What would happen if she found that he couldn't be woken up?

Send him to the hospital? Harry didn't think they would do that; they'd probably just leave him lying in that cramped stairwell forever.

Harry then turned to the second page.

【Wednesday

I'm currently on a plane to San Francisco, and we've been flying for four or five hours already. I really hope the plane can go faster!

My mom told me that my uncle, who is an archaeologist, would pick me up at the airport. I hope he won't be late and won't nag as much as my parents.

……

Oh my god, I'm in San Francisco, and this place is nothing like I imagined!

No one came to pick me up; I had to take a taxi. An old man greeted me; he lived in a cramped antique shop that reeked of garlic. I didn't want to stay there...

My dad told me that my uncle hasn't come back yet. I really hope he comes back soon and tells me I don't have to live here anymore!

......

Okay, there's bad news and good news!

Let me start with the bad news. The bad news is that my uncle, Jackie Chan, is even more old-fashioned than I imagined.

He treated me like a fool, and I treated him like a fool too. Everything here is completely different from the life I imagined...

The good news is... Uncle Jackie Chan is really skilled!

And I even stumbled upon a mysterious secret base! I participated in an adventurous chase, fighting the Mafia organization for a shield... with a talisman on it.

This is all so cool! It seems like life in America will be even more interesting than I imagined...

.....

This diary is even more interesting than Harry imagined!

He originally just wanted to take a quick look at the contents, hoping it might help him understand his current situation.

But Harry became somewhat fascinated as he watched.

Harry thoroughly enjoyed reading Jade's detailed notes about the Mafia, Section 13, his father and Uncle Dragon, as well as the stories of charms and magic.

Some of Harry's doubts were also answered.

There were actually twelve talismans, and each one carried a different kind of magic.

And the place he's currently in is called District 13, a place specifically used to deal with the Mafia.

The Black Hand is a criminal organization that controls 80% of the world's criminal activities. Their boss is Valmont... And those ninjas on the carnival balloons today are the Black Hand's henchmen who came to steal the talismans, and they also possess magic!

After learning about these things, Harry was also moved by the story Xiaoyu described.

The word "magic" appeared multiple times, which aroused Harry's curiosity about magic.

Does magic really exist in this world?

Harry recalled feeling a current surge through his body when he covered the talisman.

Harry has always had a vague fondness for magic, mainly because so many strange things have happened to him, and he can't find the answers.

Of course, Harry didn't say that he was necessarily the most special one among all the children.

On the contrary, he always considered himself very ordinary, as ordinary as could be.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been bullied by Dudley at school and at home.

But what if?

However, when they were at Aunt Penny's house, she and Uncle Vernon hated it when anyone mentioned these things, or rather, they hated anything that didn't follow the rules.

They wouldn't even let Harry and Dudley watch the magic shows on TV for more than a few seconds.

But things are different now. Aunt Petunia can't control what happens in District 13, and she can't control Harry anymore.

Harry was lost in thought when a thought silently popped into his head.

Perhaps... he might also have the opportunity to come into contact with or even learn magic?