Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Dad brought the topic back on track.

"Harry, you said that the dark wizard who called himself the Dark Lord was killed by a spell that bounced back from him..."

The old man picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked Harry thoughtfully.

Harry nodded.

"Generally, powerful wizards have stronger and more resilient souls than ordinary people. Even if their bodies are destroyed, their souls are difficult to kill completely," the old man said with a furrowed brow.

"Dad suspects that Harry, a remnant of that dark wizard's soul still lingers in your body, attaching itself to you after his physical body was destroyed!"

As expected of an old man, he was able to deduce a hypothesis that was extremely close to the truth based almost entirely on Harry's description!

However, the old man overestimated Voldemort's strength...

Harry was startled by what his father said.

What?

You mean, there's another person's soul inside his body?

Besides, perhaps that Dark Lord isn't quite dead yet?

Harry's expression immediately tensed up.

Jackie Chan, standing nearby, couldn't help but say, "Dad, isn't what you're saying a bit too far-fetched? How can a person's soul and consciousness still exist when their body is dead?"

"Jackie Chan, are you questioning your father's judgment?" the father asked with a displeased expression.

Jackie Chan chuckled and waved his hand, "That's not what I meant, Dad..."

"You're the one my dad's got!"

"Your father asks you, if a person's soul and consciousness completely dissipate after death, how did your master, the Grand Master Xuanqing, guide you?"

Jackie Chan was speechless.

Although he wasn't really sure whether what his father said about the existence of the Grand Mage's consciousness was true or false.

Seeing his father's confident demeanor, Jackie Chan silently shut up and took it as true.

"Then, teacher, what should I do now?" Harry preferred to trust his father's judgment.

"It seems your father needs to teach you some magic to ward off evil forces!" the old man said gently to Harry.

"Although your father isn't sure yet, Harry, you alone can drive out or eliminate the filth attached to your soul."

"However, your father's magic can protect you from the effects of dark magic and evil forces to the greatest extent possible."

Hearing his father say this, Harry nodded silently, and then he said to his father solemnly.

"Please teach me, teacher!"

If Dad is right, the dark wizard who killed his parents is not completely dead!

Furthermore, it's highly possible that the remnant soul has existed only because it's attached itself to him...

Harry clenched his fists and secretly vowed to eliminate him no matter what!

The old man smiled kindly, "No problem, no problem."

However, when the old man looked up and faced Jackie Chan, his attitude changed.

"Jackie Chan! Go and ask for a few more days off for your niece. Her father doesn't want to be disturbed while he's teaching Harry magic."

For Harry's safety, his father felt he should teach Harry as many methods as possible to control spirits.

But this will take time!

Jackie Chan's expression turned bitter. He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

He could only groan inwardly.

He already asked Xiaoyu for a week off this month, and now he wants to ask for another week off?

What excuse will he have to come up with this time...?

...

The headquarters of the Black Hand organization!

Valmont is throwing a tantrum again...

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Valon's roar echoed through the spacious office, accompanied by the sound of things being smashed.

"You brought enough men, yet you failed to catch even a turtle! Not only did you not bring back the talisman, but Tru was also captured!"

"What's the point of me keeping you all here?!"

Valon was furious when he learned that his men had failed once again, and even suffered heavy losses, including the arrest of his most capable lieutenant, Tru.

He simply couldn't understand why his men always failed when the opponent was just Jackie Chan.

Ah Fen and his two companions stood in the center of the carpet, dejected and too ashamed to speak in the face of Valon's scolding. They almost buried their heads in their chests.

But they also had a lot of grievances in their hearts.

Ah Fen raised his head and explained, "Boss, we could have killed Jackie Chan and gotten the talisman."

"only..."

"Just what?" Valon asked in an unfriendly tone.

"But suddenly those bricks seemed to fly up on their own, raining down on us... Tru was buried under several hundred bricks in an instant," Zhou said cautiously.

"I think Jackie Chan might also have magic..." Rasu added at the end.

Valon was silent for a moment, but this was only the prelude to an even greater outburst of anger!

"Magic... Do you think Valmont is an idiot? How come just anyone can have magic these days! Jackie Chan is an archaeologist, what does he know about magic!" Valmont roared.

But before he could finish speaking, the eyes of the statue of God behind Valon suddenly lit up with a red light.

"Your men are right, Valmont... that really is magic!"

Hearing the hoarse voice behind him, Valon hurriedly turned to look at Shendu, "Shendu, what do you mean?"

"That little girl, have you forgotten? She's a natural-born witch. Those bricks didn't just fly up out of thin air; she controlled them!" Although the Holy Lord was trapped inside the statue, it seemed to have other ways of knowing what was happening outside.

"But we didn't see the little girl," Afen said, scratching his head.

"Fool, he used my spell!" the Holy Lord roared.

Upon hearing this, Ah Fen seemed to have seized upon something and quickly said, "That's right, it's because she used your talisman that our plan failed. You also bear some responsibility for this..."

"Agreed, buddy!" Zhou chimed in.

Rasu was about to raise his hand, but was stopped by Valon's murderous glare and awkwardly put it down.

The Holy Lord, however, couldn't be bothered with these three idiots. "Vallon, your men are utterly useless. I ordered you to bring that girl back, and you failed! You couldn't even retrieve the talisman. If this continues, I'll consider finding a new partner..."

The Holy Lord had a firm grasp on Valon's greed for wealth.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Valon immediately panicked. "Holy Lord, you should know how much money I spent to find the talisman for you!"

"But you didn't bring me any charms! Valmont!"

Valon was momentarily speechless, but his face was frighteningly grim. "Then what do you want to do to Holy Lord?"

"I want my talisman!" Shendu said coldly. "Vallon, my patience is limited. I'll give you one last chance! If you can't bring me the talisman back next time, you're out!"

Hearing this, Valon finally gave in.

"Did you hear that? Next time! No matter what method you use, you must bring the talisman back to me! Otherwise, you can expect to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks."

Ah Fen and the other two nodded quickly. "But boss, what about Tru?"

When Tru was mentioned, Valon's expression darkened even more. He had learned that Tru had not been taken away by the police, but by another group of Interpol agents who had been opposing them.

This will make it difficult to get Tru back...

However, Valon was not worried that Tru would betray him, since his mother was still under Valon's surveillance.

"You don't need to worry about these things! I have my own way of handling it." Valon said, and took the lead in leaving this place that was bothering him.

Ah Fen and the other two didn't dare stay with the Holy Lord and left in a hurry.

The huge room was now empty except for the statue of the Holy Lord, which stood alone.

But soon, as the Holy Lord's crimson eyes twitched slightly, several ninja soldiers from the Shadow Legion emerged from the shadows.

The Lord's voice echoed in the room once more.

"Valon and his useless henchmen are completely unreliable. I must obtain the talisman before the New Year to complete my resurrection plan... It seems I'll need to find another helper."

"Go, find the most powerful dark magic wizard in the world. The great Holy Lord wishes to speak with him..."