Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Chapter 99: The Boy Who Survived a Miraculous ordeal Unleashes His Leadership Charisma Along the Way

Harry then realized.

A long time had passed since we set off, and before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

He was also a bit hungry. Ever since he acquired the power of the Ox Charm, Harry's appetite had become astonishing.

This is a good thing; Harry can feel himself growing taller, and his originally thin body is rapidly becoming stronger.

"Hmm, what kind of food do you have?" Harry turned and asked. "Ron, aren't you going to order something?"

Ron awkwardly declined in a low voice, "No, I have sandwiches with me, thank you."

Harry blinked, noticing Ron's embarrassment. Without saying anything, he stepped out of the carriage, glanced at the cart, and said, "Please give me a little of everything."

Harry was quite familiar with these snacks; he had bought quite a few in Diagon Alley. In fact, Harry still had some snacks in his suitcase.

However, he was too lazy to take it, and there wasn't enough for the three of them to share anyway.

"Okay, kid." Seeing that a big customer had arrived, the sales clerk quickly took a little of everything Harry had requested.

Once the stroller started creaking and groaning forward again, Harry returned carrying a mountain of snacks, dumping them all on the table and nearly burying Pyrrho in the rubble.

Pello poked its head out from the pile of snacks, looking at its owner with dissatisfaction.

"Good heavens, Harry, you bought so many by yourself, are you sure you can finish them all?" Ron stared wide-eyed at the snacks on the table, swallowing hard as he asked.

Last time, Harry also prepared a long table of delicious food. Does Harry have such a big appetite?

Naive Ronnie, he really thought Harry bought all those snacks for him to eat alone.

"Of course not," Harry said with a laugh. "So we'll eat together."

"Together?"

Ron froze, waving his hands frantically, "No, no need, Harry, I'm serious... I brought some."

"You've already treated my family to a meal, how could I possibly eat your snacks too?"

As he spoke, Ron pulled a crumpled paper bag from his pocket, but after glancing at it, he sighed heavily. "Sigh, Mom never remembers that I don't like corned beef."

"Can I have a piece?" Harry asked again.

Ron looked up and saw Harry's sincere gaze. "Of course... but you won't like it. It can't compare to my mother's dinner."

"Give it a try," Harry said, taking a piece from Ron's hand and casually shoving a piece of crucible cake into Ron's hand as well. "Don't be shy, we're friends, friends should share."

Whether it was the cauldron cake in his hand that moved Ron, or Harry's words "we are friends," he immediately stopped refusing.

After all, a table full of snacks is too tempting for a child.

This was especially true for Ron.

He took a big bite of cake and a sip of pumpkin soda. "Harry, you're the most generous person I've ever met."

Harry smiled. At that moment, Jade was sighing in his mind. Jade also wanted to eat these snacks, but unfortunately she couldn't.

Harry suddenly had a thought: since Jade can see what he sees and hears what he hears, could she also experience what he eats?

Harry immediately tried it, taking a bite of the corned beef sandwich. Hmm, the taste was indeed a bit strange, and there were pickle slices in it, but Harry thought it was acceptable.

"How is it, Jade? Can you taste it?" Harry asked.

To everyone's surprise, Xiaoyu felt it for a moment and then cried out in even greater pain, "No! I can't feel anything, how could this be!"

Harry was now powerless to help.

It seems this method won't work, which isn't hard to understand, since Xiaoyu isn't controlling his body; she's just observing from an outsider's perspective, like playing a game.

He can see what Harry sees and hears what Harry hears, but he can't taste it.

Harry kindly asked, "Why don't you go back first, Jade? Maybe you can come back later."

After Harry left Jade's body last time, he felt exhausted from the depletion of his magic, and he speculated that the time he stayed might be related to the consumption of magic.

If the consumption is too high, it will force you to exit this strange connection.

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but still refused.

"No, what if it doesn't work out? I haven't had enough time here yet."

"But Jade, you should have gone to school today, right? Are you really okay?" Harry asked again.

Xiaoyu hesitated even more. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay then... I'll try again when I get back... but wait a few more minutes."

Harry shrugged. Jade was like a child who never got enough of playing.

To be honest, it's quite interesting to watch others operate their bodies while you observe.

"Alright then," Harry thought to himself, stuffing the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth and swallowing it. He couldn't waste food, right?

"Ron..." Harry said, raising his head.

"Hmm? What's wrong, buddy?"

Ron had long forgotten about the sandwich his mother had made, and after swallowing the crucible cake in a few bites, he couldn't wait to open the other snacks on the table.

Harry didn't mind, since he couldn't possibly finish them all anyway. Besides, this was the first time Harry had shared snacks with a friend, and it felt pretty good!

"If you don't mind, I'd like to call Hermione back to eat with us," Harry said politely.

After all, Hermione is Harry's friend, and she hasn't done anything wrong; she's just a bit blunt.

Compared to his cousin Dudley, Harry's tolerance for unruly children is quite high.

Ron seemed a little awkward when Harry mentioned Hermione, but he still nodded. "Of course, these are all your snacks."

Ron was already flattered that Harry would ask for his opinion; he didn't need to go to any more trouble.

"I knew you'd be a generous person, Ron," Harry said, grabbing a bottle of pumpkin drink and leaving the carriage.

Ron watched Harry's retreating figure, then glanced at the Beans of Flavor in his hand, and sighed, "No wonder Harry's so popular..."

The words they say sound so pleasant and comforting.

However, Ron soon forgot all about Hermione and Scabbers' ordeal.

All he cares about now are snacks!

Ron grabbed another chocolate frog, opened it, and swiftly caught the frog that was trying to escape, stuffing it into his mouth, leaving only its two still-hopping legs sticking out.

Ron glanced at the cards inside the packaging and muttered something.

"Oh, it's Gryffindor!"

Harry walked on the rumbling train, looking around curiously. This was his first time riding a train and his first time traveling far from home.

Of course, the one that went into Jade's body doesn't count; Harry was referring to himself.

The train passed through the fields and came to the mountains.

Harry looked out the window and saw a winding stream flowing through the valley, with the train passing under a bridge.

It's amazing, who built this railway?

Harry thought to himself that building a railway that ran directly from London to Hogwarts, and that ordinary people couldn't see, must have been a lot of work.

"So Hogwarts is this far away?" Jade thought to Harry.

Harry nodded subconsciously. "It is indeed quite far. By the way, Jade, did that dark wizard reappear? What is his background?"

Harry asked the question that concerned him most.

Xiaoyu replied, "No, Daolong hasn't appeared since Dad drove him away. Dad said Daolong is hundreds of years old and once defeated Dad's master, the Grand Mage. He's the most powerful black magic wizard in the world."

"Really?" Harry said in surprise.

Although he knew that strange old man was powerful, he didn't expect him to be this powerful—the most powerful black magic wizard?

How powerful is he...? At least as powerful as several Dark Lords, right?

But he and Xiaoyu actually managed to escape from their clutches.

Harry scratched his head, feeling like he had just left the beginner village and run into the final boss. After bracing himself and attacking, he realized that the boss was not as scary as he had imagined. Although he could not win for the time being, at least he did not feel like he had lost.

Harry is now even more disillusioned with titles like "the most powerful wizard" and "the Dark Lord."

That's all there is to it!

"Looks like this most powerful dark wizard isn't so great after all," Harry joked with Jade.

Xiaoyu chuckled and proudly declared, "That's right! The two of us together are the most powerful!"

"By the way, did you tell Dad about that dragon's plot with Shendu? He might help Shendu find the talisman!" Harry reminded him.

"Don't worry, I told Dad everything Daolong said to Shendu!" Xiaoyu said. "Dad said that Shendu was indeed a very powerful demon wizard, but he was later defeated and sealed by the righteous mage, so the situation wasn't that bad."

Harry was finally relieved.

"Harry, have you obtained the power of the Rabbit Charm?" Jade asked, also inquiring about a topic she was interested in.

"I didn't, but the power of the spell seems to have been transferred to Hedwig," Harry answered truthfully.

"Cool! Hedwig must be flying incredibly fast! I didn't know that was possible!" Xiaoyu exclaimed.

"But the problem is, who am I supposed to send the letter to?" Harry said helplessly.

"Uh..." Xiaoyu also fell silent.

While Harry was chatting with Jade, they unknowingly walked to the middle of the train, but they didn't see Hermione anywhere.

What about Hermione?

Just then, Harry heard an argument coming from the carriage ahead. When he hurried over, he saw a petite figure with brown hair arguing with several boys, with Neville standing nearby.

"Hermione?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Huh... Harry? What brings you here?"

It was indeed Hermione. She turned around quickly and was clearly surprised to see Harry.

"I bought a lot of snacks and wanted to share them with you... What happened?" Harry explained.

As he spoke, Harry looked at the three boys opposite him. He recognized the boy with light blond hair standing in the middle from Diagon Alley.

It's that boy Harry doesn't like, the one who keeps bragging that purebloods are more noble than half-bloods.

"They went into Neville's carriage, took the Memory Ball that Neville's grandma gave him, and even stole his snacks!" Hermione complained angrily.

"Did you do this?" Harry asked, frowning.

He still remembered the boy's name when he introduced himself; it was Draco Malfoy.

"Harry Potter?"

The man opposite Harry recognized him too, raised an eyebrow, and arrogantly raised his chin: "Coincidentally, I was just about to go find you, Potter! What, you know this filthy little Mudblood? I thought after our last chat, you should be able to distinguish between the noble and the lowly..."

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