Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 39 I am a Mage
"I'm going to talk to Harry when I get back and ask him to give me some money. Since we are brothers, he should agree." Peter was a little uncertain.

The hot girl who was chatting with him had a look of regret on her face. She was a step too late and definitely couldn't squeeze in front of Harry now.

But when she heard the words of the boy who had just been playing around beside her, she exclaimed, "What did you say? What is your relationship with the new shareholder of Stark Industries?"

Peter was startled by the hot girl's exclamation: "Brother, he is the child adopted by my aunt."

The hot girl immediately changed her expression, becoming passionate and unrestrained. She instantly hugged Peter's arms, causing the innocent Peter to blush.

"I think we just had a great chat, maybe we can go deeper."

Harry was suddenly surrounded by a huge crowd of people. Poor Coulson was about to reach Harry when he was pushed out by the crazy crowd.

Faced with crazy girls and stars, even with his well-trained physique, he was no match.

Coulson said helplessly: "Looks like I have to work overtime..."

Coulson planned to wait until the excited crowd dispersed before finding an opportunity to talk to Harry.

From the fact that Tony Stark transferred 5% of his shares to Harry, Coulson has determined that Harry played an important role in Tony Stark's escape.

If it wasn't for the life-saving grace, Tony Stark would at most give a large amount of cash as a thank you, and would never transfer the shares, let alone 5% of the shares, which is hundreds of billions of US dollars.

Coulson also speculated that perhaps Harry was very special, possessing extraordinary powers, and was a special existence like the Hulk.

Tony Stark transferred his shares not only to repay a favor, but also to befriend Harry.

It has to be said that as an eighth-level agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency, Coulson's intuition is terrifyingly sharp. The guesses he made based on just a few clues are already close to the truth.

Coulson sat alone in the chair and waited for two and a half hours.

In these two and a half hours, he saw the kid named Harry get along with everyone and deal with people who came to toast him with a demeanor that was no less than Tony Stark.

I also saw those passionate hot girls. They looked at Harry with watery eyes and wanted to touch him from time to time, just like a greasy man touching a beautiful woman.

What Coulson envied most was Harry's lush hair.

Coulson touched his receding hairline and sighed deeply, lamenting that the gap between people was even greater than the gap between people and dogs.

He is now in his forties and has not yet married. He has even used up all his savings to buy a house and still owes a thirty-year loan. It can be said that he has nothing except his increasingly bright forehead.

And that young man named Harry, just as he became an adult, has a net worth of hundreds of billions and a group of girls who are eager to pay for him but cannot get him.

His hair was extremely lush, the kind he had always dreamed of.

Coulson felt that this mission was torture for him.

Finally, under Coulson's eager gaze, the crowd gradually dispersed and the target reappeared in front of him.

Coulson seized the opportunity, hurried forward, and shouted, "Mr. Potter, can I talk to you for a moment?"

After working hard for two and a half hours, Harry finally dealt with the people around him and felt a little tired.

Not physically tired, but mentally.

Damn Tony actually left him here alone and went to find some hot girls to play with, and he even called it training him. There will be many such cases in the future.

Rather than face this situation, Harry would rather fight the Abyss Demon alone.

Just then, Harry saw a bald man with a kind face approaching and wanted to talk to him. Harry had some impression of the bald man. Even though the bald man hid it well, he could still sense that the bald man was out of tune with the luxurious environment around him.

The bald man didn't seem to be there to join the party, but to have a conversation with him.

For the past few hours, the bald man's attention had been on him, and he seemed to have talked to a colleague through the headset.

As for the content of the conversation, Harry couldn't hear it clearly because the distance was too far.

He guessed that the bald man must be from the government, like an agent in a movie.

He didn't refuse. After all, he also wanted to find out why the bald man came. "Of course, may I ask who you are?"

Coulson showed an ID and smiled very friendly. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson, working for the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency."

"What a complicated name! Maybe you should simplify it." Harry couldn't help but complain.

Coulson was somewhat helpless: "You are not the first one to say so. Miss Pepper also said so this afternoon. We are working hard to solve it."

"Well, what do you want from me?"

"We've heard that you played a crucial role in Mr. Stark's escape. Could you please describe it in detail?"

Harry's attitude was very kind, but Coulson did not dare to be careless at all. The boy who had just reached adulthood in front of him might be a superhuman who could rival the Hulk.

But to Colvin's surprise, Harry did not hide:

"Of course. Probably due to an unexpected space teleportation, I appeared in the cave where Mr. Stark was imprisoned. I killed all the members of the Ten Rings Gang with magic and saved him and Ethan."

"Wait..." Coulson said solemnly, "You just mentioned teleportation and magic?"

Harry once asked the Sorcerer Supreme if he could expose Kamar-Taj to the authorities. The Sorcerer Supreme did not object. She just gently told Harry that she had always stood behind him.

With the Sorcerer Supreme around, Harry was not afraid of anything. He smiled mysteriously:
"Yes, perhaps I should formally introduce myself. You should have investigated my identity, but there are still some things that you cannot touch, such as magic.

I am Harry Potter, the official wizard of Kamar-Taj, the disciple and successor of the Sorcerer Supreme, a platinum VIP member of the Crossroads dimension, a shareholder of Stark Industries, and the master of Chaos.

Coulson: "???"

He just asked casually and didn't expect to get much useful information, but he didn't expect Harry to reveal his cards directly.

But what Harry said was far beyond his expectations.

Master?

Kama Taj?

Disciple of the Supreme Mage?
Platinum VIP of the Crossroads dimension?

What are these things?
Compared to Harry's other identities, it seems that being a shareholder of Stark Industries is the cheapest.

What Coulson valued most was the title of Chaos Master. It sounded impressive and gave him a sense of awe.

Even with his psychological quality, he was a little nervous. He suddenly turned from an ordinary spy into the communicator of the first contact between the two major forces.

Coulson considered his words carefully, thinking again and again before saying, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. Could you... be more specific? I don't understand a lot of the words you used."

(End of this chapter)