Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

"Snap!"

With a crisp snap, and to Dumbledore's astonishment, Harry actually broke the silver knife and fork in his hand!

Dumbledore's eyes clearly showed surprise and astonishment, or rather, confusion...

Could it be that a giant monster is hiding inside this child?!

But Harry couldn't care less about that.

He raised his head, completely disregarding the fact that the person sitting in front of him was the principal of the school he was about to attend, and asked in a humble yet assertive manner.

"Excuse me, I don't quite understand what you mean, Principal. Are you planning to take me back?"

To be honest, Harry's good mood was mostly ruined when he heard about the Dursleys.

If it were the Harry of the past, perhaps he wouldn't have spoken so bluntly to a headmaster.

But now, Harry is different from before. He is no longer that helpless orphan who couldn't even find a pitiful person to stand up for him when he was bullied.

He has Uncle Long, and he also has his father!

Harry is also not short of money; the inheritance left by his parents is more than enough for his expenses.

Uncle Long did tell Harry to respect his teachers and elders, but he also told him to have his own opinions and judgments and not to blindly follow others.

Harry was even thinking about what would happen if Headmaster Dumbledore insisted he go back to the Dursleys or apologize to them.

So, it's probably better not to go to Hogwarts!

With his father as his teacher, he doesn't really need to go to magic school to learn magic anymore.

Although doing this would be unfair to Jade, who was so looking forward to Hogwarts.

.....

Of course, Harry maintained a polite attitude, but the resistance on his face was obvious.

Clearly, Dumbledore hadn't expected Harry to be so principled at such a young age.

I didn't expect him to react so strongly.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I think perhaps I didn't explain myself clearly." Dumbledore said sincerely, with a hint of apology on his face. "I'm not planning to send you back to your aunt's house. That's your business, Harry, and you should decide for yourself whether to stay or leave."

Harry remained silent, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then said softly, "Actually, this matter... is also related to your mother."

"My mother?" Harry's interest was piqued.

"That's right, Harry, you should know about Voldemort's attempt to kill you, right?" Dumbledore addressed the Dark Lord by his first name without any hesitation.

Harry nodded, then pressed, "But I don't understand why he wanted to kill me, to kill a baby who should pose no threat to him?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then looked around to make sure no one was paying attention.

But that was obviously impossible; customers were already looking in their direction.

"I think we should talk about this in your room, Harry," Dumbledore suggested.

Harry nodded without hesitation, but before getting up, he quickly stuffed the rest of the beef and fried eggs into his mouth.

It wasn't that he was too hungry or greedy, but rather that he couldn't bear to waste food.

As Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the two "big shots," left, the other customers in the bar who had been secretly watching them began to whisper among themselves.

Their Savior seems to have had some disagreement with Headmaster Dumbledore?

Oh, Merlin above, truly worthy of being the renowned savior, daring to argue with the greatest wizard in the world!

How could he be so brave?

Old Tom came over, intending to take the remaining food to the kitchen first. He saw the fork that Harry had broken, with fingerprints still visible on the broken silver handle.

Old Tom also showed a look of astonishment...

How did this child do that?

.....

Inside Harry's room.

Harry pushed open the door and walked in first, followed closely by Dumbledore's tall figure, who even had to slightly lower his head to enter as he passed the doorway.

"Now you can speak," Harry said.

Dumbledore nodded, and at the same time pulled a wand from his pocket and waved it in the air.

"Close your ears and plug your ears!"

"I'm sorry, Harry, but there are some things that need to be kept secret and cannot be overheard by others," Dumbledore explained.

"Okay, where was I?"

"Speaking of my mother and why Voldemort wanted to kill me," Harry said quickly.

"Yes, that's right, my child... Why would the Dark Lord, who already possesses such great power, still attack an infant less than a month old... This relates to a prophecy," Dumbledore said, carefully choosing his words.

"A prophecy?" Harry was now completely confused.

"That's right, a prophecy concerning the fate of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore's deep blue eyes were fixed on Harry as he spoke softly.

"The prophecy says that a child born in July will end the Dark Lord's reign..."

Harry immediately understood. "So, because I was born in July, Voldemort thought I was the child who would end his reign? That's absurd."

Dumbledore didn't speak; he looked at Harry quietly and said, "But you did."

"It wasn't me who did it, it was my parents. They sacrificed themselves to protect me, and they were the ones who defeated Voldemort," Harry said quickly.

Upon hearing this, a hint of approval flashed in the depths of Dumbledore's eyes.

"You're absolutely right, kid."

"But what the public sees is only the result: you survived the death curse that was certain to kill you, while the Dark Lord disappeared."

"Disappeared? Isn't he dead?" Harry asked immediately.

"No, at least in my opinion, he is not dead. He is hiding somewhere waiting for his chance, but his power should have disappeared and he is very weak. That's why he has been lying dormant all these years."

Dumbledore quietly uttered words that, if they got out, would surely cause a huge uproar throughout the entire wizarding world.

Harry immediately thought of his scar, but he didn't say anything...

Harry didn't trust the headmaster in front of him that much, at least not after Dumbledore told him to go back to the Dursleys.

"So, what does this have to do with whether I go back to the Dursleys or not?" Harry asked calmly.

Dumbledore blinked and said, "In fact, your mother was one of the bravest and most intelligent little witches I have ever met. Back in school, Lily was already proficient in ancient magic."

"Ancient magic?"

"That's right. Some ancient magic is extremely unstable, but it also possesses immense power!" Dumbledore explained. "Only geniuses can master it!"

Harry pondered this. His father had also said that the more powerful the magic, the more dangerous it was, as it could potentially harm the caster.

"Please continue, sir," Harry said.

"Hmm, let me think where I was... Right, your mother was skilled in ancient magic."

"So when Voldemort was about to point his wand at you, your mother stepped in."

"An ancient protective spell has been cast on you...that's my guess," Dumbledore explained.

Now, Harry has finally pieced together the truth of what happened back then.

"So, it was my mother's magic that protected me and simultaneously deflected the Dark Lord's killing curse?"