Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Upon hearing this...

The black-haired man, who had maintained a blank expression, unconsciously clenched his hands, which were hidden under his black robe.

Even his usually calm eyes showed a rare flicker of emotion. But as he loosened his fist, Snape's gaze returned to its usual coldness.

"Oh? Is that so—"

The drawn-out tone revealed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

It makes one wonder if the person who makes such a sound still has any emotions.

Is he or she a normal person?

"Of course, that child is practically a carbon copy of Lily."

"Lively, intelligent, quick-witted, curious yet very polite...Would you like a Severus drink?"

Dumbledore poured himself a cup of hot tea, added several sugar cubes, and then raised his cup to Snape.

Snape stared at Dumbledore with his deep eyes without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the room was so cold that the air seemed to freeze.

"Well, it looks like I'll have a hard time falling asleep again tonight. You know, it's not easy for an old person like me to get a good night's sleep."

Dumbledore said regretfully.

But then he picked up his teacup and took a big, satisfying sip, whetting everyone's appetite before continuing.

"If Harry weren't a boy, I think he would look more like Lily, but he would have had the same bright green eyes as Lily."

"So, it seems you've fallen for that famous boy?"

"Don't forget that you were the one who abandoned him at your aunt's house for eleven years without a word to him," Snape said, raising an eyebrow, his tone still sarcastic.

But he didn't seem as angry as when he questioned Dumbledore earlier.

Seeing Snape's visibly relaxed expression, Dumbledore smiled behind his crescent-shaped glasses.

"Trust my judgment, but what intrigues me even more is why Harry would suddenly want to go to a place he knows nothing about?"

At this point, Dumbledore's expression showed a hint of confusion. He explained to the dark-haired man in front of him, "When I found the child, he had run to the airport."

"Can you imagine? A child who has never left his aunt's house for more than 20 kilometers was able to travel to London by car by himself and then go to the airport."

"That's truly a miracle, don't you think? This child always manages to surprise people."

Upon hearing this, Snape frowned immediately. "Could someone be trying to lure us...?"

He did not mention the Soul-Stealing Curse.

If Dumbledore couldn't even tell if a child was under the influence of dark magic, he wouldn't deserve to be called the greatest white wizard in the history of the wizarding world.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I think that child is much smarter than you and I think."

"I'm more inclined to think that Harry saw something on his aunt's TV show that sparked this idea... and his trip to the airport just happens to prove that."

"I think those with ill intentions wouldn't understand Muggle transportation."

At this point, Dumbledore changed the subject, speaking with great interest about a topic unrelated to the matter: "By the way, Severus, do you know about television, the invention of Muggles? That kind of invention that can record people's images is completely different from portrait magic."

I hope your judgment is correct!

Snape interrupted Dumbledore, having obtained the answer he sought, and turned to walk toward the office door.

"That boy caused such a stir even before he enrolled; hopefully, Hogwarts won't be in such a state of turmoil once Potter arrives..."

His tone remained cold and sarcastic.

Dumbledore smiled without saying a word.

It wasn't until Snape had pushed open the door and stepped out of the headmaster's office that the old headmaster seemed to remember something and said nonchalantly.

"Tomorrow I'll have Hagrid take Harry to Gringotts to collect the money. Perhaps Severus would like to see it for himself?"

"....."

Snape didn't stop walking; he stepped out the door.

"Bang—!"

The only response Dumbledore received was the sound of the office door slamming shut.

The footsteps going down the stairs completely disappeared.

Dumbledore put down his cup, walked to the Pensieve, and gazed at his reflection in the water.

A few seconds, or maybe a few minutes later.

Dumbledore wearily closed his eyes, took out his wand, pressed the tip against his forehead, and slowly drew out a thin silver thread, shaking it into the Pensieve.

The silver threads quickly dissolved in the meditation basin, creating a ripple of silvery white light.

And what's reflected in the basin is the bustling airport terminal...

.....

Xiaoyu slept very peacefully last night.

Although the rooms offered by this bar were not as good as those in District 13, at least the mattresses were soft and the pillows were comfortable.

Xiaoyu slept soundly until the next day, only waking up with a start when it was already broad daylight.

Still half asleep, she threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, muttering, "Okay, Uncle Long, I'm up..."

As a result, when Xiaoyu's foot touched the floor...

She then realized—ha! She was no longer in her father's antique shop, or in District 13.

She arrived in London, England, eight years in the past, and transformed into a boy named Harry Potter...

But what Xiaoyu was really thinking was, "Great! I don't have to go to school anymore!" She then planned to climb back into bed and take a nap.

Unfortunately, plans can't keep up with changes.

Xiaoyu had just yawned and lay down when she heard a loud rumbling sound coming from outside the corridor, as if someone was doing renovations early in the morning.

But upon closer listening...

Xiaoyu then realized that it wasn't the sound of renovation workers smashing walls, but rather the dull footsteps of something heavy stepping on the floor and the creaking of the floor under its weight!

"My God, a guy who makes such a racket just going up the stairs must be a super fat guy!"

Xiaoyu thought to herself, "He's just like that villain named Tru in the Mafia."

However, Xiaoyu wasn't worried about encountering bad people, after all, the white-bearded principal had told her that it was safe here...

But when Xiaoyu heard the rumbling sound getting closer and closer, finally stopping at her room door...

Xiaoyu: "..."

Could her jinxed words have come true again?

.....

"Knock knock knock!"

A slightly hurried knocking sounded, or rather, it sounded more like banging on the door than knocking!

The dust on the ceiling was shaken down.

Outside Xiaoyu's room.

Hagrid's massive body almost filled the entire corridor, forcing him to lower his head slightly to avoid bumping into the floor of the corridor above.

He knocked on the door several times, his excitement making him a little hurried.

But the thought of seeing that tiny little guy, who was no bigger than my palm, whom I used to hold in my arms, makes me happy.

Hagrid could not contain his excitement and joy.

The last time he saw Harry was eleven years ago, but he still remembered it vividly.

It felt as if it had just happened yesterday.

Hagrid stopped knocking on the door and listened carefully to what was happening inside.

Harry should be awake by now.

But Hagrid couldn't hear anything; the room was unusually quiet.

Hagrid had no choice but to raise his large, fan-like hand again and bang on the door a few more times, shaking the door so much that it almost came loose from the frame.

But when Hagrid listened again, he still couldn't hear any sounds of people getting up in the room.

Immediately, Hagrid's expression changed, and he shouted "Harry!" before slamming his entire body against the door with a bang. With his size, which was even larger than the door, the impact easily flung the door open.

Inside the room.

With a loud bang, the overburdened door collapsed onto the floor, kicking up clouds of dust.

At the same time, a burly man, so large he could barely squeeze through the doorway, stormed in from outside, shouting Harry's name wildly!

He had a full beard and wore a thick coat made of some rough leather, looking exactly like a barbarian.

Although she didn't know the other party's intentions, at least in Xiaoyu's eyes, who was observing from the sidelines, this big guy in front of her was definitely a bad guy!

Who said this bar is safe?!

Giants have come to the bar...