Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Chapter 94 The Little Girl Who Knocked on the Door in the Morning (Please Read On! 2/3)

Hearing this, Harry was about to say that he thought so too, but the force pulling him suddenly intensified. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron room.

Okay, he's back.

Harry tried to raise his arm, and it was great; he could move his body normally again, which felt good.

However, Harry felt his limbs were a little stiff.

How long did he actually stay on this trip?

Harry looked at the clock on the wall. The hour hand jumped back four or five hours, and it was already past four in the afternoon!

Harry was secretly relieved that no one had come in during the middle of the night, otherwise he would have seen him lying on the ground unconscious.

The Daily Prophet might publish a story the next day about the boy who miraculously survived but died suddenly in his room.

Of course, this was just a joke.

At least he's still breathing; he's practically a living dead.

As Harry was thinking this, Hedwig flapped her wings and flew to his side, tilting her head and looking at Harry with concern, her big, round eyes full of worry.

Hedwig didn't know what was wrong with her little master, only that her little master seemed different from other little wizards.

He was too weak and sickly.

Next time it goes out hunting, shouldn't it bring back some plump field mice or wild rabbits for its owner to eat?

"I'm not sick. I just went to Jade's," Harry explained to Hedwig, not caring whether she actually understood; Harry assumed she should...

Harry pushed himself up from the floor with one hand, but his movements were a little slow—probably because he had been lying on the floor for too long.

But it's not a big problem.

In addition, Harry felt a little dizzy, like he was overusing his magic.

Harry thought it was because Jade had borrowed his magic.

Then look at Pyrrho, who slowly climbed to the bedside table and stared at Harry.

"From now on, your name will be Pyrrho, the name your master gave you," Harry happily shared the good news with Pyrrho.

Although he wasn't feeling well, Harry was extremely excited.

Perhaps it was another adventure, or perhaps it was because school starts in two days!

Harry was really looking forward to the start of school.

Standing in the room, I had nothing to do for a long time.

Harry's excitement and exhilaration had no one to share with him, and he eventually calmed down.

He yawned, hesitated for less than a second between continuing to read and lying down to sleep, and then chose the latter without hesitation.

Harry thought he needed to get a good night's sleep and try again the next morning to see if he could obtain the Rabbit Charm's power.

The last two days before the start of the school term flew by.

Summer vacation has quietly come to an end. With a wave of its sleeve, it leaves no children behind, but leaves behind the last lingering heat of summer. Hermione's long-awaited first day of school has finally arrived!

She was so excited that she barely slept all night, getting up almost every hour to run to the window to see if the sky was turning white.

By five in the morning, when the sky in the distance was just beginning to lighten, Hermione was already dressed and sitting on her bed, waiting to depart.

She was thinking that she should leave early today, because she not only had to catch the train, but also had to pick up Harry in Diagon Alley so they could catch the train together!

Hermione thought that Harry, who loved learning, would probably be just like her, looking forward to the start of school and getting up early.

When the Grangers yawned and left their bedroom in their pajamas for the hallway, they were surprised to find their daughter already waiting in the living room with her suitcase.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad! When are we leaving?" Hermione waved to them from the sofa.

The Grangers exchanged a bewildered glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Darling, it's not even seven o'clock yet... I think you should sleep a little longer, you still have to take the train today," Mrs. Granger said softly.

But Hermione said she was perfectly awake and didn't need any more sleep; she could take a nap on the train if necessary.

Now, the Grangers, both amused and helpless, had no choice but to give in. They hurriedly changed their clothes and, urged by Hermione, hastily finished washing up, without even having time for breakfast.

"We can go to the Leaky Cauldron and get something to eat! Let's have breakfast in the wizarding world!" Hermione suggested.

So it was just past 7:15 in the morning.

The Granger family's door opened quietly, then closed hastily, followed by the sound of a car starting.

Hermione leaned against the back window, quietly watching the rising sun in the distance.

Today is another long-awaited sunny day, what a great start!

I wonder if that boy is awake yet.

Hermione thought to herself, and to be honest, she couldn't wait to see her new friend.

Harry was awakened by loud knocking on the door.

He initially thought he had overslept and was going to miss the train to Hogwarts.

But when Harry put on his glasses and looked at the clock on the wall, he realized it was only a little past eight o'clock, just a little later than his usual time to get up and exercise.

Harry had originally planned to take a break before school started and sleep in a little... So who would be knocking on the door so early?

Harry, puzzled, hurriedly jumped out of bed and opened the door.

When he saw that head of fluffy brown hair, Harry realized—it was Hermione!

Oh, Xiaoyu already told him.

Hermione had promised to pick him up and take him to King's Cross Station, but Harry had completely forgotten about it.

"Good morning, Harry!" Hermione stood in the doorway, looking at Harry who was still in his pajamas. Her face flushed slightly, and she hurriedly greeted him to hide her embarrassment.

"I wonder if I've bothered you... I thought you were already up, ready to leave, just like me!"

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What did she just mumble about?

"Okay, looks like you're still not up... I'll wait for you downstairs!"

After saying that, Hermione, feeling her face burning, quickly tossed her hair and ran downstairs. She felt that if she lingered even a second longer, Harry would notice something was amiss...

Harry finally came to his senses a little after Hermione ran down the stairs, scratched his messy hair, and shrugged.

Well, anyway... now that Hermione's here, he should hurry up and get ready to go downstairs.

Harry is a polite and well-mannered boy who knows he shouldn't keep a lady waiting for too long.

When Harry finished dressing and changed his shoes.

He stuffed a whole bunch of random stuff—including cinnabar, talismans, brushes, compasses, and other items that Harry had gone to great lengths to buy at a general store in Diagon Alley—into the box.

Then, he used his wand to cast a spell on the boxes, making them float up and follow him downstairs.

Hermione and her parents were already having breakfast.

"Mr. Potter, the young lady said you would have breakfast with them this morning," old Tom said, bowing slightly to Harry.

Today is the last day the boy who miraculously survived is staying at his shop.

Old Tom felt very reluctant to part with him, and he was also honored that his bar had hosted this distinguished guest for a month.

In old Tom's opinion, this Mr. Potter was excellent in both character and ability!

This was the first time in all these years that Old Tom had ever seen a wizard who would insist on getting up early to exercise. You know, most wizards are lazybones, a few are slovenly, but very few are as self-disciplined as Mr. Potter.

So old Tom was convinced without hesitation that Harry would definitely achieve great things in the future, which is why he now showed Harry such great respect, and was also preparing for the future.

"Yes, we'll eat together." Harry nodded and sincerely thanked old Tom, "Thank you for taking care of me this past month, Mr. Tom."

"It's what I should do!" Old Tom's face beamed with joy, but with his almost bald head and teeth, and his wrinkles all bunched together, he looked like an ugly old chrysanthemum.

Harry shook his head, dismissing the impolite thought, and said, "I'll go now."

After saying that, Harry walked over to Hermione's side. Hermione had already saved a seat for him. Harry greeted the Grangers first before sitting down next to Hermione.

Hermione felt her face getting hot again, so she quickly took a sip of milk to cover it up.

"I'm sorry, Harry, did Hermione disturb you?" Mrs. Granger said softly.

"No, actually I usually get up even earlier," Harry replied, picking up a loaf of bread and starting to spread butter on it.

"Oh? Why?" The Grangers were somewhat surprised, and even Hermione perked up her ears.

"Because I get up every morning to exercise. A top wizard should also have good physical fitness. That's what I... um, I read in a book." Harry almost misspoke and quickly corrected himself.

"Really?" The Grangers were even more surprised.

"Where did you see it in? I'll go check it out too!" Hermione was very interested in the book Harry mentioned.

"Well, I think I can recommend it to you if there's a chance in the future." Harry didn't expect Hermione to ask that, and blinked before giving a vague answer.

The Grangers were initially skeptical: could a little boy really have such great perseverance?

But old Tom, who came to deliver the coffee, corroborated Harry's words.

"Mr. Potter's efforts are evident to all our regular customers; he is truly a savior."

Harry was a little embarrassed by Old Tom's overly direct praise and quickly replied modestly.

"The savior thing is just a joke...it doesn't count, please don't take it to heart."

The Grangers, on the other hand, learned about Harry's tragic past from their daughter.

The kind couple's eyes revealed only sympathy and deep heartache.

My goodness, what an outstanding child he is!

Unfortunately, his parents will not be able to see it.

After this little incident, the Grangers had no further objections to their daughter being friends with Harry.

They would love to see Hermione be friends with such an outstanding child as Harry.

Harry breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems he did a pretty good job... After all, it's quite difficult to pretend that he and Hermione were already very familiar with each other.

Looking at Hermione, she didn't see anything wrong with Harry either; the only change, if anything...

Perhaps it's because Harry seems to have become more gentlemanly and handsome...