Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Inside the antique shop.

The old man listened quietly as Harry recounted the whole story in one breath.

Behind the glasses, those intelligent eyes looked at Harry with an even more amiable gaze.

"That's what happened... I'm sorry, I don't know why that Holy Lord wanted to capture Xiaoyu, they didn't mention it. I hope what I've said is helpful to you."

After saying that, Harry licked his dry lips.

"What you've said is all very important, child, but there's one thing you're wrong about." The old man's expression was very kind as he handed over a cup of hot tea.

"Have some water, child."

"Thank you." Harry asked, puzzled, "What is it?"

The old man raised his hand, took off his glasses, and while wiping them, winked at Harry. "They're not looking for Jade, they're looking for you."

Harry: "Looking for me?"

"That's right, Jade didn't know magic before." The old man nodded, putting his glasses back on. "It's the power from your soul, Harry!"

Although Harry had mentally prepared himself, he was still at a loss when he heard his father say that he was the one who had magic, and he stammered.

"Oh my god... what did you say? Me?"

"Could it be that I'm a wizard or a magician? But... but why haven't I ever been before?"

"Think about all those strange things that happened to you that you mentioned. That's proof of your talent," the old man replied with a shrug. "So, son, you're not ordinary; on the contrary, you're quite special. Trust your old man's judgment."

Harry finally shut his mouth, his mind still processing the news.

However, a seed had already been planted in Harry's heart.

He is no ordinary man! He has extraordinary qualities...

"Well done, Harry! Thanks to you for providing us with this information, it's very important to us!" Jackie Chan stepped forward, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and said to Harry with an encouraging smile.

Harry nodded.

He felt a slight dryness in the corners of his eyes and a soreness in the tip of his nose.

Although Harry had only been there for a day, and although he wasn't his father's or Uncle Dragon's niece, that didn't stop him from feeling a warmth from them that he hadn't experienced in his nearly eleven years with the Dursleys...

"By the way, Dad, you said the Black Hand wanted to capture Harry. Is it because they're after his magical talent?" Jackie Chan asked his father.

The usually mild-mannered father suddenly became hostile towards his nephew.

The old man snorted, "Do you need to say that again? Jackie Chan, you're not even as good as a child! Harry has already helped you twice."

Dad held up two fingers and flipped them back and forth.

Jackie Chan raised his hand and scratched the back of his head; he was already used to his father's temper.

"Twice? Which two times?"

The old man shook his head. His nephew was indeed a reckless fool who hadn't learned to think things through.

The old man said sternly, "The one who wants to capture Harry isn't one of the Black Hand organizations, but the Holy Lord!"

"The Holy Lord?" Jackie Chan was taken aback. "Who exactly is this Holy Lord?"

"Do you think your father is a library? You think you can store everything in your head? That won't be enough!" the father said irritably.

"Sorry, Dad..." Jackie Chan said awkwardly.

"Harry said the Holy Lord is a statue... I've already got some guesses. Now, come help me look up some information!" With that, the old man stood up, his expression extremely serious.

Seeing this, Harry quickly chimed in, "I can help too, if... you need me."

Upon hearing this, the father stopped and looked at the expectant Harry with Jackie Chan.

"Of course, son," the old man smiled. "I need you."

.....

Soon, Dad found a thick ancient book on the bookshelf and went to his desk to read it.

Harry and Jackie Chan waited quietly to the side.

To be honest, Harry didn't expect that such a small antique shop could have so many books. The study was almost filled with books, and the bookshelves were so high that he had to use a ladder to reach them.

This place is practically a library...

Harry also really liked the various antiques in the shop. Although the place was a bit cramped and the items were a little cluttered, it had a warm and inviting atmosphere.

This would never happen in the Dursleys' house.

Harry bet that Aunt Petunia, who was almost obsessively clean and tidy, would faint the moment she stepped into this antique shop... But then Harry laughed at himself for being delusional; the Dursleys would never set foot in a place like this.

"Father has been found! It really is Him!"

Harry's father's voice snapped him out of his brief reverie. Curious, he peered closer, only to discover the book was filled with tiny, illegible writing...

My father held a magnifying glass in one hand and pressed the other hand on the book as he read aloud.

"The Holy Lord is a legendary demon with immense power, so powerful that he can summon wind and rain, fly, and disappear into the earth... He once established a vast empire and ruled the world for a thousand years..."

"A thousand years? My God, but why did I never know about this history?" Jackie Chan exclaimed in surprise.

As a result, he got a glare from his dad and said, "Quiet! Learn from Harry!"

This made Harry a little embarrassed, while Jackie Chan secretly pursed his lips and then smiled amicably at Harry.

"Don't make faces at your father behind his back!" the father said without turning his head.

Jackie Chan was startled.

He couldn't laugh anymore; Jackie Chan couldn't understand how his father had found out.

"That period of history was deliberately hidden; all historical records intentionally erased the existence of the Holy Lord..." the old man read aloud, word by word.

"Then what happened to that incredibly powerful demon you mentioned, Dad?" Jackie Chan asked curiously.

"The Holy Lord was overthrown by His subjects, who betrayed Him and imprisoned Him through a banishment..."

"At the same time, they divided the immense power possessed by Shendu into twelve equal parts, and to prevent Shendu from reclaiming the power, they sent these talismans to hide them throughout the world..."

"This is the exact origin of the spell; it comes from a powerful demon!"

As he spoke, Dad slapped his forehead.

"I see. No wonder Father searched through so much information but couldn't find the exact origin of the talisman... How could Father have forgotten about this book..."

Harry listened intently, completely absorbed. He never imagined that demons could exist in this world; it was beyond his comprehension.

"What else is written on this? 'Dad'?" Jackie Chan asked, half believing and half doubting.

The old man didn't answer. He took the magnifying glass and examined it carefully for a long time before suddenly raising his head and exclaiming in surprise.

"Oh no! Jackie Chan, we're in trouble!"

Jackie Chan was startled, looked around, and then looked at his father with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"It says here that the Holy Lord swore it would reclaim its power... Once the Holy Lord has collected all twelve talismans, it will break free from its seal, take revenge on the descendants of its subjects who imprisoned it, and destroy this world!"

The old man looked at Harry with utmost seriousness. "Son, this time it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, I don't know how long it would have taken me to discover the origin of the spell!"

Harry opened his mouth, somewhat shocked.

The old man then turned to his face, raised his finger and said, "Jackie Chan, we must protect those talismans."

"We must not let the Mafia get their hands on them!"

"Otherwise...a terrible disaster will occur."