Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Jackie Chan returned with a pot of hot tea.

"Dad, here's your tea."

Only then did the old man raise his head, take off his glasses, stretch, and pick up the steaming teacup to blow on it.

Seeing that Jackie Chan seemed hesitant to speak, his father put down his teacup and said leisurely, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I'm wondering if Harry really is possessed by that dark wizard's soul." Jackie Chan blinked. "Dad, don't you really have any other way to help Harry?"

The old man had already guessed what Jackie Chan wanted to ask, and with a snort, he asked back in a drawn-out tone.

"Does Dad need you to remind him?"

Jackie Chan smiled knowingly.

"Dad, you really did have a way, didn't you!"

The old man didn't answer, but simply picked up his teacup and took another sip, then looked like a ruffled old orange cat.

"Hey! Jackie Chan, the water you used to brew the tea is too hot... It's not even as good as a child's!"

"Okay, Dad, I'll go get you another pot," Jackie Chan replied obediently.

"There's one more thing!"

Dad tapped the table. "Don't forget to call the teacher tomorrow and cancel Xiaoyu's leave request..."

Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan's expression froze.

God knows how much trouble it was for him to ask Xiaoyu for leave again. Xiaoyu's homeroom teacher even suspected that he was abusing the child at home...

"Okay, Dad," Jackie Chan said helplessly.

"Then what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and finish making tea, then come back and help your old man find the information! So much work, do you want to work your old man to death?"

Jackie Chan sighed. Compared to Jackie Chan, his life wasn't easy either!

After Jackie Chan turned and walked out of the room with his shoulders slumped, his father raised his head and glanced at the room on the second floor. His cloudy gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and see Harry sleeping soundly.

Harry and Jade's soul swap will inevitably change the course of their destinies, but whether it will be for better or worse, no one can predict.

Dad didn't tell anyone that he had received a revelation from the righteous forces—because of Harry's appearance, new dark forces were already stirring, and the clash between the righteous and the dark forces would likely become even more intense in the future!

These are truly turbulent times...

However, none of this concerns the two children; fighting evil is an adult's job.

.....

The next morning.

Harry returned to his world as expected.

Having already experienced this twice, Harry was much calmer this time. He didn't linger in bed for long and sat up abruptly.

Good, this time he didn't appear in an unfamiliar place; this is still his room.

"Good morning, has Jade named you yet?" Harry greeted the salamander lying on the headboard with a smile.

The salamander hadn't grown any longer than when Harry left, but it was a bit rounder, and it looked like it had been eating well these past few days.

The salamander lazily flicked its tongue, swished its tail, and continued to lie there.

Harry shook his head; Jade had made her pet too lazy.

Just as Harry was about to take a look at Hedwig and then at the diary Jade had left for him.

Suddenly, Harry began to emit a faint emerald green light!

Immediately afterward, Harry heard what sounded like his father's voice in his ear.

Harry's father's voice sounded distant, but he still understood what his father was saying...

"Demons and monsters, get out! Demons and monsters... get out!"

This is a spell created by my father; just one incantation can cast different spells!

Harry was dumbfounded. Why was his father's voice appearing in his world?

Could it be that Dad has found a way to come to his own world?

Before Harry could figure it out, a sudden pain shot through the scar on his forehead!

"Ouch!"

The intense, stinging pain felt like countless needles were piercing Harry's head at once, far more intense than any previous time Harry's scars had hurt!

It's as if the scar has its own thoughts.

And sensing the impending danger, they are fighting desperately.

Harry clutched his forehead in pain, fragmented images flashing through his mind.

Unlike before when these images were almost unrecognizable, this time Harry saw them much more clearly.

In the pitch black, a beautiful woman with long, deep red hair lunged at him, her face filled with panic. She stood in front of Harry, seemingly pleading for something...

But the next second, a blinding green light streaked across the sky, illuminating the pitch-black room.

Unlike the vibrant green beam of magic cast by his father, this green light was cold and filled with murderous intent!

Harry's expression grew increasingly pained. He curled up, clutching his forehead, unsure of what was wrong with him or what had happened to him.

at the same time!

At the same time, Harry heard his father's incantation amplify, carrying an unassailable authority!

"Demons and monsters, get out! Demons and monsters, get out!"

The pain from Harry's scar suddenly lessened!

The scene before my eyes also disappeared.

Harry, panting heavily, knelt on the floor, his hands bracing against the floor, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Sweat trickled down his nose to the tip and then dripped onto the floor.

Just now, when the pain reached its peak.

Harry vaguely heard a mournful howl coming from deep within his mind!

"No...."

Harry had never heard that voice before, yet it felt strangely familiar.

Where Harry couldn't see, wisps of black smoke were rising from his forehead, as if his scars were smoking.

Before long, the expelled black energy dissipated into the air.

However, only a portion of it returned to the scar on Harry's forehead.

"call..."

Harry plopped down on the floor, leaning heavily against the bed, which creaked loudly. At the same time, the green light emanating from his body gradually faded.

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he was still shaken by the intense pain he had just experienced, Harry now found that his mind seemed to have become much lighter, his mood had improved, and even his perception of his surroundings had become clearer.

So what exactly happened just now?

Harry scratched his messy hair, and combined the sound of his father chanting spells with the sudden, sharp pain in his scar, a guess popped into his mind.

—Could it be that his father set up a protective spell on his soul, thus helping him drive away the remnant soul that was suspected to be the Dark Lord?

If that's the case, why didn't his father tell him? Wouldn't all his learning magic talismans and practicing spells have been pointless...?

No, that's not right. It's not meaningless.

Harry thought again that if his father's protective spell failed, he would have to rely on himself.

But now it seems that Dad's spell worked...

Just as Harry returned, the protective spell suddenly activated. If the Dark Lord's soul really lived in the scar on his forehead, he would probably have been quite surprised.

Just to be on the safe side, Harry quickly got up, spotted his wand at the head of the bed, grabbed it, and ran to the mirror.

He pointed the tip of the staff at his forehead and began to silently recite the Golden Light Mantra that his father had taught him.

"Golden light protects the body..."

Harry failed the first time, but the second time his holly wand emitted a golden light—which struck the scar on his forehead, making his whole face glow!

However, the spell only flickered for a moment before disappearing.

It seems that Harry won't need to go through all that trouble.

Harry slowly lowered his wand, but his mind was still replaying the red-haired woman he had just seen in his mind.

Could she be my mother...?

Just then, Hedwig, who was standing nearby, was startled by her master's actions and barked twice at Harry.

Harry shook his head, walked over to Hedwig's cage, and opened it.

Hedwig jumped from the cage onto the table, her big, round eyes staring at Harry with concern. Harry reached out and touched her feathers.

"I'm fine, Hedwig, everything's alright," Harry said softly.