Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Chapter 98 Poor Banban! (3/3)

"Found it!"

Harry stood up, holding an antique compass.

Hermione stared at the compass in Harry's hand, puzzled. "So... Harry, you're planning to use something like a compass to help Neville find his toad?"

"This is a compass, not a compass," Harry corrected Hermione, winking at her.

"Trust me, you can do it."

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Hermione silently shut up. Hmm... Harry must have his reasons for saying that.

Huh, the train has been running for a long time, why is it still so warm in the carriage?

"It must be because summer hasn't completely ended yet," Hermione thought, fanning her face with her small hands.

This was also the first time Harry had used the tracking magic his father had taught him. Using a magic compass to locate objects, observe changes in the stars, and even divine good and bad fortune were among the essential skills for air wizards.

Harry's father taught him how to use the compass to find targets, and also how to imbue it with magic—all of which were the most basic things.

However, Harry thought that finding a toad for Neville should be enough.

The compass in his hand was itself a magical artifact originating from the East.

When Harry found it at a secondhand general store, the compass was already partially damaged; the copper needle that served as the pointer was missing.

Furthermore, no one knows how to use this ancient object that originated in the East.

So the old shopkeeper sold it to Harry for one Galleon plus a few Sickles.

Both sides feel they've hit the jackpot!

Harry didn't actually have a deep understanding of the twenty-eight constellations and sixty-four hexagrams on the compass, but he was good enough to find things.

Jade exclaimed in Harry's mind in a great alarm.

"Wow, Harry, your compass looks almost the same as Dad's. Dad even taught you this! You already know how to use it?!"

Harry: "It should work... I'll give it a try."

As Harry spoke to Jade in his mind, he drew his wand, tapped it on the compass, and silently recited a few spells.

A beam of green light shot from the tip of the wand and landed on the compass, causing the entire compass to glow with a pale green light!

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "What kind of magic is this?"

"The magic of tracking using a compass," Harry shrugged, speaking to Neville, who was now wearing an expression of adoration.

"Next, Neville, you need to say your toad's name."

Neville nodded blankly, and at Harry's prompting, stepped forward and said to the activated magic compass, "I...I want to find my toad—Ralph!"

Neville's voice is a bit loud...

But it doesn't matter.

The next second, the pointer on the magic compass glowed green and began to spin rapidly, eventually stopping in one direction.

"Hmm?" Harry glanced at the pointer; it wasn't pointing outside, but rather at the table.

To be precise, it's under the table!

"How is it? Can we find it?" Neville asked anxiously.

Harry replied, "It's been found."

"Where is it!" Neville exclaimed excitedly.

"It's under the table; it seems it hasn't gone far."

Hearing Harry say that, Ron couldn't wait to bend down and look under the table, and sure enough, he found a large toad in a corner near the chair!

"It's really here!"

"Rafer! Come back quickly..." Neville also saw his toad, rushed over and grabbed it, carefully holding it in his arms, his eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Ron's expression instantly became quite interesting, and he said with a look of disgust, "Oh buddy, you're actually holding a toad..."

Harry didn't say anything, but he just thought that rats and toads weren't that different.

Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud.

"Cool! Harry, you really did it! Looks like you really have the talent to carry on your father's legacy," Jade whistled.

Harry's lips curled into a smile, a sight that Hermione, sitting opposite him, noticed. Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked him a question.

"Harry, can you tell me how you did that? What magic did you use...? I've never seen this kind of searching magic in any books!"

"Uh... well... this is tracking magic I saw in a book at a used bookstore," Harry scratched his head and made up a reason.

That's exactly what Harry was worried about.

If he is asked about it again in the future, how will he explain why he knows so much magic that he has never seen before?

Fortunately, Hermione trusted Harry completely and believed his explanation without question.

"A used bookstore! How could I forget about such a place? It must be full of all sorts of cheap magic books. Do you think the school will allow us to go to Diagon Alley during the semester?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know either, but I don't think it will work."

Hermione looked disappointed, but then she noticed something out of the corner of her eye, and her expression suddenly changed. She pointed at an enormous, fat gray rat on the table and let out a scream.

"Ah! There's a big rat here!"

Everyone's gaze, which had been directed at Harry, suddenly fell on Scabbers.

"That's not a mouse, it's my pet Scabbers," Ron explained, looking quite embarrassed because Hermione had been startled.

Ron just casually put Splatter on the table.

Perhaps it's a coincidence.

Startled by Hermione's scream, Scabbers frantically darted toward Pyrrho.

Pello, who had been lazily sunbathing, suddenly turned his head to look at Banban running towards him and quickly opened his mouth.

"brush--!"

"squeak!!!"

With a flick of its long, thin tongue, Pello swallowed the entire Spotted Beast into its mouth.

Ron paused for a second before screaming.

"No—Spotty!"

Harry never expected that Pyrrho would actually eat rats!

Ron lunged forward, trying to snatch his beloved mouse from Pello's mouth.

Pello opened his mouth again and spat out Banban once more.

Judging from Pello's slightly disgusted look, it didn't like the taste of the mouse; perhaps the spotted fur irritated its throat.

So Pello then sneezed again.

"boom--!"

The flames shot out and hit Banban, who was rolling around on the table!

The previously damp patches of fur dried up instantly.

It seems to be burnt too...

The air was filled with the smell of burning hair.

Ron, ignoring the heat, trembled as he grabbed the spotted thing on the table to check the situation, his voice trembling with tears.

"Banban, are you alright?"

"Waaaaah, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you on the table. Merlin, please bless you, please don't let anything happen to you..."

Fortunately, rats are generally very resilient.

It seems that Banban, who was first swallowed by a lizard and then burned, is not seriously injured.

It only had some of its fur singed, but its big, black eyes looked around in great fear as it kept burrowing into Ron's arms.

Seeing that Banban was still so energetic, Ron, who had been trembling with fear, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Sorry, buddy, I didn't expect Pyrrho to do that. It's all my fault. I'm sorry." Harry pulled back his wide-eyed surprise and apologized to Ron.

Ron hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, it's not your fault, Harry. I was the one who gave you permission to put Pello on the table... I was just too careless."

As he spoke, Ron glanced at Hermione beside him with a look of annoyance.

If Hermione hadn't screamed, perhaps Scabbers wouldn't have been startled and run towards Pyrrho, who was sunbathing.

However, Ron couldn't really blame Hermione.

"Okay, I admit I screamed a bit too loudly... but why would you think of keeping a mouse as a pet?" Hermione was startled, her face paling slightly, and she patted her chest, her tone a little reproachful.

Harry knew he was in trouble—Ron was going to be very unhappy.

As expected, Ron was surprised that Hermione had brought him up before he had even blamed her, and his expression immediately turned ugly.

"I think it's my freedom to choose what kind of pet I keep!" Ron said coldly.

Harry stepped in to smooth things over, "Well, I think Scabbers should be fine—actually, Pyrrho's flames aren't that hot; I've burned several pieces of clothing before."

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After comforting Ron for a few moments, Harry frantically winked at Hermione, who didn't seem to think she'd said anything wrong. "Hermione, could you hold Pyrrho for me?"

Hermione, however, was unmoved. She glanced at Ron and said angrily, "I think I'll go look around somewhere else." With that, Hermione tossed her hair and left, giving Ron a final glare as she went.

"Navie, let's go!"

Seeing this, Neville, who had originally wanted to thank Harry for helping him find Rafer, hesitated for a moment and then wisely followed Hermione away.

As soon as Hermione left, Ron spoke up angrily, "She's completely unreasonable! It was her yelling that scared Scabbers!"

Harry wants to say that most girls would actually scream when they see a big rat, which is a normal reaction.

But Harry thought for a moment and changed his approach. He patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Ron, we're both men, right?"

"Of course!" Ron nodded.

"A real man should have a broader mind, don't you think?" Harry continued.

Ron understood Harry's encouraging look, and he nodded hesitantly, saying in a low voice.

"Okay, as long as Banban is alright, I won't dwell on it..."

"Ron, you're the most gentlemanly guy I've ever met," Harry said, giving him a thumbs up.

Ron blushed immediately and stammered, "Don't say that, Harry, how could I..."

"I'm telling the truth. You haven't met my cousin Dudley; his mind is as small as his tiny eyes."

Harry shrugged.

Unexpectedly, Ron resonated with this statement. "Really? Percy is actually quite petty; he holds grudges a lot!"

Jade, who witnessed all of this, including the way Harry handled the conflict, would be stunned.

"Harry, you talk just like Uncle Jackie...you're like a carbon copy of him!"

Harry answered silently in his mind.

"Because I was just thinking about how Uncle Long would handle this."

Harry admires Jackie Chan and wants to be a brave and upright person like him. Perhaps this is what it means to teach by example.

"I see," Xiaoyu muttered. "I have a feeling you'd be more popular if you went to my school."

Harry hadn't had a chance to answer yet.

Then came the creaking sound of a handcart from outside the corridor.

A short while later, the carriage door was pushed open. A smiling woman poked her head in, glanced at Harry and Ron inside, and greeted them warmly.

"Kids, would you like to buy something to eat? Snacks or drinks!"

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