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"Jin, you did very well. You were brave—a true warrior!"
After explaining the situation, George naturally received praise from all the wizards.
If it hadn't been for his courage and quick thinking—and his impressive magical abilities—Harry might have been killed, and Voldemort's resurrection might have gone completely unnoticed.
As for why Voldemort hadn't resisted when George brought him back?
Everyone unanimously believed that Voldemort, having used dark magic to return to life, hadn't yet fully adapted to his new body and his strength hadn't returned to its peak.
After getting the details from George and Harry, the Aurors immediately used the Goblet of Fire to transport themselves to the graveyard.
Unfortunately, the Death Eaters Voldemort had summoned had long since fled, leaving behind only the cauldron filled with the potion used in Voldemort's resurrection.
Voldemort's resurrection and subsequent defeat, Pettigrew's capture, and Sirius Black's official exoneration—all of this news spread throughout the British wizarding world in the days that followed, causing a massive stir.
George paid no attention to the buzz. For the past few days, he had been buried in books at the library—not spellbooks, but books on magical history.
The spellbooks at Flamel Academy were almost identical to those at Hogwarts. Aside from some differences in naming, the effects were basically the same.
So, there was no need for him to waste extra time learning spells. He already knew them all.
Instead, he focused on magical history books, hoping to find some useful clues or insights.
"Modern Magical History," "A Wizard's Travel Guide to the 21st Century," "Modern Technology and Its Threat to Wizards"...
One week later, sitting in the library, George set down the book in his hands and muttered:
"Sure enough, this world really is different."
After a week of reading, he had finally gained some understanding of this new world.
Compared to the Harry Potter world—where magic ministries existed globally and all supernatural power came from wizards—this world was far more complex.
While most European countries were indeed dominated by wizards who practiced magic, the power systems in other continents were vastly different.
In the Americas, for instance, the dominant figures were superhumans and genetically modified beings, as well as a number of uniquely mutated individuals.
Asia was even more complicated: in Japan, there were ninjas; in China, there were Qi Refiners. The texts didn't go into great detail—just general introductions.
All across the world, regardless of whether one was a wizard, superhuman, modified being, or Qi Refiner, they were collectively referred to by a single term: "Supernaturals" (异人).
As of now, that was the general understanding. Whether beings like gods or immortals also existed remained unclear—magical literature mentioned such entities vaguely, offering no definitive proof.
"Maybe I should head back to China and take a look."
After some careful thought, George had a new idea.
There wasn't much point in staying at Flamel Academy anymore. His first avatar had already graduated early and gone to Hogwarts. Staying here wouldn't bring anything new.
And since his current identity was that of a Chinese national, returning to China was perfectly reasonable. Maybe learning about the so-called Qi Refiners would lead to some worthwhile discoveries.
Come to think of it, he already knew Daoist arts—he had basically mastered the complete Li family Daoist system. He was curious to see how it compared with the Qi Refiners in this world.
The next day, school was on break, and George boarded the Flamel Express back home to London.
Before he could even bring up the idea of returning to China, his father beat him to it.
"Da Bao, I think you'd better quit this school—it's just too dangerous. I shouldn't have let you go to that Flamel place to learn magic in the first place."
"I've already discussed it with your mother. The world outside isn't safe. You're transferring back to a school in China."
Back when a professor from Flamel Academy came to their home to recruit George, his father hadn't been on board with the whole magic thing at all.
It couldn't make you immortal, and you weren't even allowed to use magic in front of ordinary people—so what was the point?
It was far better to study hard, get into Cambridge or Harvard, and inherit the family business in the future.
If it hadn't been for his son insisting on going—and the professor warning them that, without learning to control his magic, the magical energy inside him could spiral out of control and endanger his life—Jin Guoqing would never have agreed to let him attend.
Now that George had learned to control his magic, and considering how chaotic the British wizarding world clearly was, it only made sense to withdraw and live as an ordinary rich second-generation. That was the wiser path.
"All right."
George nodded with a smile, catching Jin Guoqing completely off guard.
He hadn't expected his son to agree so easily. After all, this wasn't the first time he had brought it up—but every time before, his son had stubbornly refused.
"You—?"
"Father, I was truly shaken this time. I almost died."
"I've been thinking it over. You were right—returning home and living a normal life is much safer."
George smoothly delivered the response he had prepared in advance.
Jin Guoqing broke into hearty laughter.
"Good, good! Then pack your things—we'll set off tomorrow. I'll finish up my work here in the next few months and start transferring operations back home. From now on, we'll develop our business in China."
"No suspicions. Good."
Watching Jin Guoqing step aside to call this body's mother, George quietly nodded to himself.
While speaking with Jin Guoqing earlier, he had already activated his psychic abilities to subtly probe the man's thoughts.
He did it out of caution—worried that his biological father might notice something unusual about him.
He possessed Jin Baobao's memories, but he wasn't Jin Baobao himself. While most people wouldn't notice, those closest to him just might.
Fortunately, Jin Guoqing didn't seem to have the slightest doubt.
Which made sense.
Although Jin Baobao was his son, most of his time was spent at Flamel Academy. He only returned home once or twice a year—sometimes just once.
Jin Guoqing, busy with his company, didn't spend much time with him even when he was home. So they weren't particularly close.
And George was still growing—some changes in personality during adolescence were perfectly normal.
No normal parent would jump to the conclusion that their child had been replaced by another soul just because they'd changed a little during puberty.
Once he returned to China, he'd be even less worried.
His mother and sister were even less familiar with him than his father. The last time they met was two years ago, when his mother took his sister on a short trip to London.
Both parents were career-driven, with most of their energy focused on work. The kids were largely raised by nannies.
Only in the last couple of years—approaching fifty—had they started to pay more attention to family and their children.
Even if suspicions did arise, it wouldn't matter. He could always modify their memories.
Whenever a new avatar had existing family or friends, George always made a point to treat them with a bit of extra care—as a form of repayment for acquiring the body.
But that was only if they didn't pose a threat to him.
He had already come to this conclusion back when he created his first avatar.
The previous avatars didn't really require this kind of consideration. In the Li family case, for example, he was the family patriarch—dealing with things had been much simpler.
(End of Chapter)