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

Chapter 7 The Magic of Lending
The Dursleys felt offended when they saw Harry acting so oblivious.

What's wrong with Harry today? He dares to ignore them and even ignore Petunia.

Dudley, who loved to bully Harry the most, came to Harry's side first and stretched out his hand to push Harry:
"Cousin, how dare you disobey your mother? Go cook for me!"

But when his sticky palm was about to touch Harry, Harry waved his hand gently, and Dudley fell to the ground as if he was pushed by a huge force on the chest.

Seeing this, the Dursleys suddenly became quiet. Even Dudley, who was pushed down, was a little at a loss. Only Harry continued to drink juice and took a piece of white bread with sauce.

From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's perspective, they couldn't see what Harry had just done.

They just thought that Harry had pushed Dudley hard and knocked him to the ground, so both of them looked angry.

Uncle Vernon's face was distorted with anger, and his already fat face looked even uglier. He rushed forward, wanting to grab Harry by the collar and teach this disrespectful boy a lesson:

"Looks like I haven't taught you a lesson lately, kid!"

Harry remained unmoved in the face of his furious Uncle Vernon.

The face that once terrified him now seemed like nothing big.

Compared to those bloodthirsty demons, Uncle Fenon is so kind!

But Harry would not allow Uncle Vernon to touch his collar. He hated being hung up by the collar. It felt like he was an owl caught by a hunter.

So Harry waved his hand again, and a fleeting golden magic circle seemed to flash across his hand.

The furious Uncle Fenon was immediately grabbed by the collar by an invisible force and swung back and forth on the ceiling and walls.

The scene was so weird that the Dursleys couldn't help but scream.

"Ahhh, what's going on? Let me down!"

"Dad, Daddy!"

Petunia was extremely anxious, and suddenly saw Harry still eating white bread leisurely, and immediately knew that it was his doing.

That’s right, among the four people present, only Harry is likely to have wizard talent!
Only he can do such an incredible thing!
Petunia wanted to grab Harry and force him to stop casting the spell, but she soon realized that Harry was no longer a threat to her. She immediately stopped rushing towards Harry and said sternly:

"Damn it, you obviously didn't go to that freak school, so why can you use magic?
Put him down, put Vernon down!"

Harry raised a brow. Aunt Petunia didn't seem surprised by his power, but just confused as to why he could use it.

Could it be that magic also exists in this world?

Thinking of the magic that had awakened when he first arrived in New York, Harry instinctively felt that things were not that simple.

It seems that the world he originally lived in also had extraordinary powers.

Harry had wanted to teach Uncle Vernon a lesson, but he hadn't thought about how it would work. After all, the Dursleys had raised him for eleven years, so he withdrew his telekinesis.

After his legs touched the ground, Fenon felt his stomach churning and he almost vomited.

He pointed at Harry tremblingly, wanting to curse:

“You…you…you…”

But when he saw Harry was about to raise his hand again, Vernon immediately shut up, just sat in the chair, breathing heavily, and glared at Harry fiercely.

Such a 'cute' look was naturally not a threat to Harry, who had slaughtered hundreds of demons. The Dursleys fell into silence again. His aunt and uncle looked at Harry eating bread with complicated expressions.

As for Dudley, who always liked to bully Harry, he was so scared that he almost wet his pants!

After swallowing the last bite of bread, Harry took a tissue to wipe his mouth and turned to look at Aunt Petunia:

"Well, my dear aunt, it seems that you have been hiding a lot of things from me, and we need to have a good talk.

Tell me everything about my parents, um... and the magic you mentioned, or that so-called freak school."

Seeing Harry's condescending look, Petunia was extremely dissatisfied:
"Damn little thing, just like Lily, both look smug.

Okay, okay, I've already told you that your parents are not ordinary people, they are wizards, and that weird school is called Hogwarts, a school for training wizards."

"Wizard?" Harry muttered to himself, ignoring Aunt Petunia's dissatisfaction.

At this point, he finally knew the source of the magic power in his body. It turned out that his parents were wizards, so did he have innate magic power?
But after knowing this, he had more doubts: "Then where are my parents?"

Penny's expression was a little gloomy, but she still said with sharp teeth:
"Your freak parents were killed by a dark wizard, damn it, do you know how much risk we took to adopt you?

For the first two or three years we were afraid to sleep for fear of being killed by the dark wizards who killed your parents, and yet you use magic against us today!"

Aunt Petunia stretched her long neck, clenched her fists, and looked very aggrieved and angry.

Harry was stunned. He really didn't know these things, which made him feel much better about Aunt Petunia.

But his attitude towards Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley remained unchanged. After all, he knew that the Dursleys took him in most likely because of Aunt Petunia's request.

Harry was silent for a moment, then asked curiously:
"My mother is a wizard. As her sister, aren't you a wizard?"

Harry's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Aunt Petunia's chest. She ignored her fear of magic and cursed:
"Your mother is a big freak, and you are a little freak. How can I be a freak like you?"

Seeing Aunt Petunia's reaction, Harry nodded. He had roughly guessed what Aunt Petunia was thinking.

Aunt Petunia probably envied his mother very much and wanted to become a wizard, but Aunt Petunia did not have the talent to become a wizard, so she was very jealous of his mother.

This also explains why Aunt Petunia treats him so badly.

However, understanding is understanding, but it does not mean that Harry will forgive them.

After all, eleven years of bullying and humiliation are not something that can be easily forgotten.

Harry tapped his fingers on the table, gave a wicked smile, and thought of a way to have the best of both worlds.

"Aunt Petunia, don't worry, maybe I can make you a wizard!" Harry said lightly.

"Who wants to be a wizard? I don't want to... wait, what did you say!" Aunt Petunia looked at Harry with wide eyes, in disbelief.

Even Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley, who looked terrified, were the same.

If you can really master the mysterious magic, who would refuse it? Who can refuse it?

Noticing their reactions, Harry became more certain of his guess, and then he smiled wickedly:
“However, to gain magic power, you need to pay a price, which is fair.

But you need to sign a contract with me!"

(End of this chapter)