Harry woke up from a nightmare. When he saw the environment around him clearly, he was shocked to find that he was actually in the hospital.

The white ceiling, the quiet environment that even breathing can be heard clearly, and the instruments that kept ringing, all of this made him extremely uncomfortable. And just as he was about to struggle from the bed and escape from such a damn environment, a faint voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream about?"

Harry didn't expect that there was someone in the same room with him. When he turned his head, he was shocked to find Skye standing in the direction of the exit of the room with a tray.

Harry, who didn't know that all this was related to Skye, thought Skye was just the Skye she knew. He didn't want to involve Skye, so he just smiled and said to her.

"It's nothing, I just dreamed of something that I absolutely could not forget. Why are you here? And, how do I be in the hospital? I remember that I should be at home."

"There was a fire, Harry. I wanted to save you, but I was trapped in the fire with you. Fortunately, Zhizhi rescued us. From this point of view, our luck was pretty good. At least we can all come out alive. And with your blessing, I can also enjoy the treatment of a luxurious ward. In general, I have made a profit."

Skye casually narrated the passage she had omitted part of it, and Skye stared at Harry tightly. Her eyes were full of inquiry, and Harry was really not used to it. So he asked immediately.

"Why are you looking at me like this? I always feel a little weird."

"I'm wondering, do you mind asking me about the fire. The accident investigation says the cause of the fire is in your living room. Can you tell me what happened there?"

Skye said his request very bluntly, but in the face of her request, Harry slowly calmed down his face. He thought of everything that happened to him, and this immediately made his emotions fluctuate violently.

Pain, sadness, and powerless despair. Negative emotions hit his feelings like a tide, causing his brain to fall into an extremely special state. In this state, some magical things happened.

As if an invisible sledgehammer was hitting everything desperately, all the things around Harry were terriblely damaged in an instant. The bed was smashed to pieces, the instruments were smashed to pieces, and even the various facilities provided by the hospital for these special guests to relax and relax were devastated in an instant.

This was completely beyond the expectations of the two people, and Skye, who was sure that the culprit of all this was not his, almost immediately asked Harry about such a problem.

"Oh my god, what did you do?"

"I didn't do this, how could I do such a thing!" Harry was a little confused by this question. He almost subconsciously denied the relationship between this incident and himself. But the changes that happened to him made his defense unconvincing.

I don't know when, there was a bright flame on Harry's hand. The flame seemed to be derived from his body. With the movements on his palms, the flames also changed in shape. They were as obedient and harmless as a docile cat.

Of course, this kind of gentleness is only for Harry. Although this bright flame cannot even burn a hair on his body. However, any external objects touched by it, whether it is a sick suit or a steel, were almost vaporized into indistinguishable smoke in an instant. It is conceivable how terrible it would be if such a flame touched the human body. So almost immediately, Skye pulled him a safe enough distance.

"You also said that this was not what you did. Look at what you were doing. Do you think the words you just said are convincing?"

After setting a safe distance, Skye immediately questioned Harry. Faced with this question, Harry naturally did not have enough confidence to deny all this and his relationship. However, he did not know the reason, so he could only defend Skye innocently.

"I really don't know what's going on! I swear, I don't know anything about this at all. If I knew it, I wouldn't have fallen to what I am now!"

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?"

Skye was still suspicious, after all, there were really big doubts here. How did Harry's ability come about, and whether Harry and Old Osborne's conspiracy were related to everything, is still an unsolved mystery. Before all this was solved, Skye was not sure whether he could believe what Harry said.

Reason made her not believe him, but following the voice deep in her heart, she was more willing to believe what he said. So she could only ask such uncertain questions. What she got was Harry's decisive answer.

"Of course, I'm sure I didn't lie to you. In fact, I won't lie to anyone, especially you, absolutely not!"

"Okay, I believe you this time. But can you put away the things in your hands? With that thing, I dare not approach you casually. And I am sure that if you do this, then there will definitely be no friendly greetings waiting for you."

After receiving Skye's reply, Harry's face immediately showed a look of relief. But soon, his expression became awkward again. Because he didn't know how to restrain this ability, especially after the flames in his hand suddenly rose, the situation became even more embarrassing.

"Can you give me some advice? I don't know how to control this kind of thing. Although I can feel that there is a connection between me and it, I really don't know how to control it!"

"I can't control it? Then you ask me what's the use, and I can't control this kind of thing either! However, you should try issuing instructions on it. Just like computer instructions, clarify your ideas, form the most specific things, and then send them to the components that are connected to you. This should have an effect!"

Skye compiled his own language and told Harry about his original experience of controlling shock waves in a more understandable way. Harry immediately followed this experience in accordance with the law.

It has to be said that this is really a very effective method. Because soon, Harry controlled the flames in his hands and let them gradually go out. Just as he was about to approach Skye and express his gratitude to him with a passionate hug, Skye shook his head and distanced him again.

"Are you sure you have no problems now? I don't want to cause any unforgettable disasters because of your mistakes. It's already unlucky enough, and I don't want to become even more unlucky!"

This statement was really embarrassing, but Harry knew that Skye was talking about things. So he could only smile awkwardly, then closed his eyes and felt the changes inside his body. It was not until a long time later that he opened his eyes and said to her with some uncertainty.

"I think there should be no problem now, right?"

"Of course, this is not a good answer. You'd better be careful. This is the hospital. If something happens to you, no one can save you even if you are the prince of Osborne!" After rolling his eyes, Skye continued. "In addition, according to the current situation, the cause of the fire should be you. I really didn't expect that you would become like this. What happened to you?"

"I don't know, I really don't know!" Shaking his head weakly, Harry looked at his hands. His clean and tidy hands looked like brand new, but facing such hands, Harry couldn't help but remember what his father stuffed him.

That cube, that existence that is integrated into one's own body, may be the cause of everything.

Harry, who felt that he had found the cause, did not tell Skye about this. He was just silent, and then suddenly walked outside the ward as if he had made up his mind.

This sudden action naturally attracted Skye's surprise. She quickly stopped him and asked strangely.

"What do you want to do? Now is not the time for you to be discharged from the hospital."

"I want to go home, there are some things I have to figure out!"

At this time, Harry's will was very firm and he was not shaken at all because it was Skye who was blocking him. Looking at his attitude, Skye hesitated for a moment, but said to him.

"But Harry, your home is gone!"

"I know, I'm not talking about that apartment. I'm talking about my father's residence. There must be something I don't know about. I must figure it out!"

Harry said firmly, but as he heard what he said, Skye's eyes flashed. She stared at Harry, and after a long time she took a deep breath, then said to him solemnly.

"I'm talking about your home. It's gone, it seems to be the cause of some terrorist attack. Everything has been destroyed. Although there is no specific proof of casualties at present, the result may not be optimistic. I think you should be mentally prepared."
Chapter completed!