Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Harry Potter had one of the most memorable days of his life yesterday.

Harry even felt that it might be the most unforgettable day of his life.

Even if there are any surprises in the future—even if it's telling Harry that he no longer has to live and suffer at his aunt's house—Harry wouldn't be too surprised.

This also leads to the situation when night falls.

Jackie Chan urged Harry to go back and wash up, then obediently go to bed.

Harry fought off his sleepiness and stared blankly at the bed above him for a long time before finally falling asleep.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness.

Harry made a decision that would be crucial to his life...

If he could, he would love to learn magic from his father!

......

The next day, Harry opened his eyes groggily when he heard the alarm clock ring.

Harry jumped out of bed in a flash.

When I saw that the surrounding area was a spacious and clean room, instead of that familiar narrow stairwell.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes shining, and muttered to himself while clenching his fists.

"That's amazing, it's all real, I'm still here."

The reason Harry stayed up all night was largely because he was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would be back at his aunt's house when he opened them again.

If that were really the case, Harry felt he definitely wouldn't be able to accept it.

But now, everything is getting better.

The thought that he hadn't gone back and could still stay in this world filled Harry with genuine relief. It also dispelled his sleepiness, and he jumped out of bed, ready to greet the new day.

Harry carefully pushed the door open.

He didn't want to make too much noise and disturb his father and Uncle Long's rest.

But what he didn't expect was...

Harry tiptoed down the stairs, only to run into Jackie Chan, who was yawning and carrying a cup, preparing to go to the kitchen to make tea.

Good morning, Uncle Long.

"Good morning, little one... oh, I mean Harry!"

"You're Harry, aren't you?"

Jackie Chan looked incredibly sleepy. He yawned and muttered, "Is it already morning...time flies."

"You didn't sleep all night?" Harry asked in surprise.

Jackie Chan rubbed his dry eyes, trying to wake himself up.

He casually remarked, "My dad and I have been researching all night, trying to find a way to stop the Holy Lord's resurrection..."

"By the way, Dad just got back too. Shh, let's keep our voices down and not disturb him."

Harry nodded obediently.

Harry then followed Jackie Chan to the kitchen and saw Jackie Chan standing by the sink, holding a teapot, but his body was swaying and he was not moving.

He was clearly so tired that he was about to fall asleep standing there.

Harry quickly stepped forward. "Let me help you."

Jackie Chan did not refuse Harry's offer.

He watched with satisfaction as Harry cleaned the tea leaves from the cup, then opened a new tea bag and put it in, filled the teapot with hot water, and placed it on the stove.

"Harry, you're so thoughtful!"

"If only Xiaoyu could be as considerate of adults as you are."

As he spoke, Jackie Chan yawned again.

Harry paused for a moment before replying in a low voice, "When I was at Aunt Petunia's, I often prepared breakfast for them, but I think... it's better for Jade not to go through these things."

Harry didn't think he was being sensible, or rather, that this kind of sensibility came at a heavy price.

Jackie Chan also realized that what he said was inappropriate.

Thinking about Harry's heartbreaking upbringing as an orphan living with relatives...

Jackie Chan straightened his expression. "Sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to... You're right, but I still want to thank you for your help."

Harry smiled back.

If Aunt Penny's family could get along as well as Jackie Chan and his father, he wouldn't mind doing some chores.

After all, in Harry's opinion...

He not only occupied Uncle Long's niece's body, but also lived in their house and ate the food they provided, so it's only right that he do something within his power.

.....

"Oh no, I forgot to prepare breakfast!"

Jackie Chan glanced at the clock on the wall; the hour hand was pointing to seven. Suddenly, he remembered something, slapped his forehead, and said, "Harry, wait a moment. I'll prepare breakfast for you now and then take you to school."

It seems Uncle Long is so sleepy he's getting confused.

Harry blinked, reminding Jackie Chan, "But have you forgotten? You said yesterday that you would ask for a few days off for Jade."

Jackie Chan paused for a moment before remembering that he had said those things.

Considering that the Black Hand organization has its eye on Harry.

So Jackie Chan discussed it with his father, and they decided to temporarily request a few days' leave from school so that Harry could stay in District 13...

"Why don't you go back to sleep first, Uncle Jackie? I can prepare my own breakfast, and I won't wander around doing anything," Harry said considerately to Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan nodded almost without hesitation. "Alright then, I think I really need to get some sleep."

Jackie Chan turned around and thought about it again.

He turned around, walked to Harry's side, and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Um... Harry..."

"What's wrong, Uncle Jackie?" Harry looked at Jackie Chan in confusion.

"You know what? I actually know Xiaoyu and I know I have a niece, not much longer than I knew you."

Jackie Chan winked at Harry and smiled as he spoke.

"Xiaoyu is very lively."

"I know you're more obedient, Harry, but that's okay... Dad and I are very patient, and even if you do something wrong, we won't blame you."

Harry was stunned...

"While we're sleeping, Harry, you can watch TV or go to the supermarket next door and buy some snacks you want."

"As for money, just take some from the drawer. But remember not to buy too much candy, it's bad for your teeth!"

Jackie Chan raised his hand and ruffled Harry's hair again.

"If you don't mind, you can treat this place as your own home. I'm speaking from the heart."

Harry was somewhat at a loss, unsure how to respond to Jackie Chan's enthusiasm and concern.

No one had ever said these things to him before...

Harry nodded silently, his face downcast, and said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Dragon, I understand."

Jackie Chan washed his face again, gave Harry an encouraging smile, and then left.

Looking at Jackie Chan's back, Harry sincerely wished he could have an uncle like Jackie Chan.

But then Harry thought again.

Doesn't he already have one?

.....

After Jackie Chan's words.

Harry became less reserved, but he still tried to keep his movements quiet so as not to disturb them.

Next, Harry hummed a tuneless little melody as he prepared a decent breakfast for himself.

But when Harry carried breakfast out, he discovered that the antique shop didn't even have a proper table to put the plates on—because even the tables were piled high with books and documents.

So Harry had no choice but to take his plate to the sofa, sit down, and eat breakfast while watching TV.

This was the kind of life he could only dream of.

Penny's mom wouldn't allow anyone to sit on the sofa and eat while watching TV, not even Dudley!

But strangely enough...

Harry, however, ate somewhat absentmindedly and didn't seem to be paying attention to the television program.

His gaze kept drifting towards his father's study, which was crammed with books.

Uncle Long told him he could do whatever he wanted inside the house, as long as he didn't make too much noise. Also, he shouldn't leave the antique shop or wander too far.

Now that he had been given permission, Harry's curiosity about magic returned.

He's just borrowing a few books to look at, that should be fine, right?