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

Chapter 70 Halloween

He remembered that during the Sorting Ceremony, Dumbledore had reminded many young wizards that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was a restricted area and anyone who entered would face death.

It now seems that the reason why it was listed as a restricted area is because there is a powerful magical creature in it. This magical creature is very dangerous even for adult wizards, not to mention young wizards.

Harry enhanced his perception and realized that in addition to the magical creature, there were also some magical traps.

However, what surprised him was that the power of these magic traps was very weak, not even enough to kill the more outstanding first-year wizards.

What surprised Harry even more was that in a room deep in the corridor on the fourth floor, the familiar magical fluctuations were not concealed at all, but spread outward without reservation, and were transmitted to the outside world so openly.

This magical fluctuation was exactly the same as the one emitted by the small package that Hagrid had taken out. Obviously, the items in that small package were placed in the room.

It is like a ragged dancer, twisting her body and appearing and disappearing behind the curtain, as if luring some dangerous person to come closer.

All of this seemed strange, and Harry suspected that Dumbledore was fishing, trying to use these arrangements to lure out certain people.

Is there a bad guy among us?
Harry thought immediately of Quirrell; he was very strange, and the aura of magic about him was evil, with the stench of a necromancer.

As the greatest wizard of our time, Dumbledore most likely noticed something was wrong with him. Perhaps he suspected Quirrell but had no evidence and wanted to trick Quirrell into revealing himself.

Harry felt that he could use Dumbledore's arrangement to do something, such as completely getting rid of a certain annoying trouble.

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The next day, the three-person team gathered in the Great Hall. After putting a piece of steak into his mouth, Harry noticed that Miss Otter seemed a little listless today.

He suddenly reached out and touched the little otter's head. He didn't find anything wrong, so he asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Hermione? Are you feeling unwell? You look listless."

Maybe Hermione's temperature was originally normal, but after being 'sneak attacked' by Harry, her face quickly turned red like a ripe tomato: "No, no, no, I'm not sick, it's just..."

Under Harry's encouraging gaze, Hermione expressed the dilemma she was facing:
"It's just that I seem to be excluded... Harry, why is this happening? I clearly want to get along well with them and spend a happy school time with them.

But I don’t know when it started, they always whisper and talk behind my back, and as soon as I get close, they stop talking immediately.

They thought I didn’t know, but I heard them saying bad things about me even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.”

The little otter felt aggrieved, his eyes were tearful, and he drooped down, looking listless.

Harry thought about it for a moment and roughly guessed why this happened. He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What do you usually talk to them?"

Hermione thought for a moment and replied, "I will help them answer questions, urge them to study, correct their wrong behavior, and prevent them from violating school rules."

Harry: "..."

It was true. Not to mention those eleven or twelve year old little witches, even he could not stand another 'mother' constantly lecturing him.

Harry thought for a moment and said in a tactful way:
"Maybe you can try a different way to get along with your roommates. They are about the same age as us, have their own independent thoughts, and everyone looks at things from a different perspective.

So, you have to respect their ideas and not blindly ask them to be like you. After all, not everyone is as good as you."

"But I mean well, and that would be better for them..." Hermione felt a little aggrieved. Harry's tone became stricter: "No, Hermione, not everyone needs to be excellent, and not everyone wants to be excellent. Most people just want to be happy. What you think is simple may be very difficult for others."

Hermione thought thoughtfully, "I see, Harry."

Seeing that his words were effective, Harry smiled gently and said, "Perhaps you could let them study with us. I'm sure they would be happy to do so."

Hermione was somewhat reluctant, but she also knew that if she invited her roommates to study with Harry, it would definitely greatly improve the relationship between the two.

After all, her roommates were all Harry's avid fans, and Hermione knew what an idol meant to the little witch.

If they could get close to Harry, she might become Hermione's big sister in the future.

puff puff~
The sound of owls flapping their wings could be heard as they swarmed into the hall as usual, accurately distributing letters and packages to the many young wizards.

Harry also received a letter and a package. He tore open the letter and saw the words:
“Don’t open the package on the table.

It contains your new broomstick, the Nimbus 2000. I didn't want anyone to know you had a new broomstick so they wouldn't want one.

Oliver Wood will be waiting for you at the Quidditch pitch tonight at seven o'clock for your first training lesson.

Professor M. McGonagall."

Ron saw the letter with his sharp eyes and exclaimed enviously, "Nimbus 2000, I've never even touched it."

Harry smirked and said, "Okay, I'll let you touch me when we get back to the dorms."

Ron hit Harry.

Soon, it was seven o'clock in the evening, and Harry left the castle and walked towards the Quidditch field in the twilight.

Hundreds of chairs were stacked high in the surrounding stands, and Wood was already waiting for him in the middle of the court.

Wood was a very responsible captain. He took out a large crate, opened it, and explained to Harry the balls needed for Quidditch and the various rules.

Harry learned quickly, or rather, he learned too quickly, beyond Wood's imagination.

Seeing Harry catch the Golden Snitch within minutes again, Wood's face went numb. He began to doubt his life. Why was there such a big gap between people? With Harry around, what would happen to the other Quidditch players?
No matter how hard they tried, they were just a foil to Harry.

But he soon became excited again, because he knew that no matter what the future held, the Quidditch trophy would belong to Gryffindor during the seven years Harry was there!

Harry spent a lot of time at Hogwarts. After finishing his homework every day, he would go to the library and continue studying spells.

Hermione brought her roommates to study with them. To Harry's surprise, Hermione's roommates fell in love with learning after experiencing the joy of learning.

They have been following the two of them recently, and their performance has improved visibly.

In this way, time passed quickly, and when Harry was finally about to complete the construction of all the magic circles of the railgun, it was already Halloween Eve.

(End of this chapter)