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

Suddenly, the dormitory door was pushed open with a loud "bang" without any warning, and Fred and George rushed in.

They saw Harry and shouted, "Hahaha, Harry, even though we're late, we still want to say, Merry Christmas!"

"Thanks, Merry Christmas," Harry replied with a smile.

At this moment, Fred noticed the sweater on Harry, and his face was filled with surprise, and he couldn't help but cheer: "Hey, look, Harry also got a Weasley sweater!"

Fred and George were both wearing blue sweaters, with the letters "F" and "G" embroidered on the chest, representing the initials of their names, the same style as Harry's.

Harry exclaimed, "That's right, Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship is simply amazing. I dare say, even those high-end sweaters priced at tens of thousands of pounds would definitely not be as comfortable as this one."

Ron, upon hearing this, slightly complained, "Come on, Harry, when have you ever worn a sweater worth tens of thousands of pounds?"

Harry smiled lightly upon hearing this, without refuting.

He had indeed never worn sweaters worth tens of thousands of pounds in this world, but in that distant other world, as one of the richest people, everything he needed was supplied according to the highest standards.

Not to mention clothes worth tens of thousands of pounds, even more expensive clothing was just his daily necessities.

Fred compared Harry's sweater with his own, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Obviously, Mom is more attentive to those who are not family members, Harry's sweater is better than ours."

Harry waved his hand upon hearing this, and said: "No, Fred, don't say that, your sweaters are also very good, I feel like they are even prettier than mine."

"Really?" Fred's face was full of joy, and he touched his clothes again, "Well, it seems that's true, Mom still loves us the most."

At this moment, George reached out and gently tugged at Fred's clothes, somewhat dissatisfied: "Fred, stop talking about sweaters, we have more important things to do."

Fred suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and said to Harry: "Harry, we want to ask you to do something."

"What is it?"

George took over the topic, with a mysterious smile on his face:

"We want to open a shop in Diagon Alley when we grow up, called 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes'. This shop mainly sells all kinds of interesting magical joke products, such as Puking Pastilles, Nosebleed Nougat, Swamp Gas Bombs, etc."

"But Fred and I have limited talent and can't create too many interesting inventions, so we want you to help us design several magical joke products."

Harry pondered for a moment and realized that in the process of researching potions and magic, he had indeed discovered many wonderful potions and spells that could be used for pranks.

Take potions for example, there is a gender-changing potion that can change a person's sex. The birth of this potion was purely accidental.

For some reason, when he was experimenting with assassin potions, he accidentally analyzed a potion recipe containing gender-changing effects.

In addition, among Harry's special magical research results, there are two rather special spells—the Hiccup Charm and the Fart Charm.

These two spells are quite similar to the Tickling Charm. Once cast, they will bring a hilarious effect.

The person who is hit by the Hiccup Charm will uncontrollably hiccup one after another, the sounds rising and falling, unable to stop at all. And the person who is hit by the Fart Charm will fall into an extremely embarrassing situation, constantly emitting loud farts, the scene is simply comical.

Fred and George are Harry's friends, and if possible, he certainly wouldn't mind helping them.

However, researching new potions and spells requires some materials, which need to be purchased in Diagon Alley or other places, so Harry said:

"Of course, but I might need some magical materials. If you can provide enough magical materials, I can develop the Gender-bending Potion, the Hiccup Charm, and the Fart Charm."

Hearing the wonderful effects of the two potions, Fred's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "It's simply a brilliant idea, especially the Gender-bending Potion! Harry, what exactly is in your head? You are definitely a genius!"

George thought for a moment, and said with equal excitement: "Harry, we know a secret place where we can get the materials needed for these potions for free. We'll tell you this news as a thank you gift, and it's guaranteed to surprise you!"

"Oh, what place is it?"

"The Room of Requirement!" The twins looked at each other, with mysterious expressions.

Late at night in Hogwarts, as if shrouded in a layer of mysterious纱幕, everything was silent.

Harry, Fred, and George gently pushed open the door of the common room, came out one after another, and stepped into the dark and deep corridor.

The wind quietly swept past the ancient windows, making a slight rustling sound. The twins walked in front, their steps light and careful, each step extremely light.

But they didn't look around, guarding against Filch or the professors who might appear at any time, but instead took out a crumpled piece of parchment from their pockets from time to time, carefully looking at the contents on it.

Harry was a little curious and asked, "What are you looking at?"

His voice was a little loud, startling the twins. Fred reacted extremely quickly, almost reflexively, taking a step and jumping to Harry's side, covering his mouth.

At the same time, George quickly put his index finger to his lips, his eyes widened, and he frantically winked at Harry, lowering his voice and saying in a breathy voice: "Keep it down! Don't attract that guy Filch!"

When the three of them came to a secluded corner, Fred breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "This is the Marauder's Map. It's our treasure. With it, we can safely wander around at night."

Harry's eyes lit up. He sensed a strange magical power from the Marauder's Map, so he asked, "Can I take a look?"

Fred didn't hesitate at all, generously handing the Marauder's Map in his hand to Harry, with a bit of smugness on his face, and explained with great interest:

"Look, the Marauder's Map can clearly show the real-time location of everyone in the castle, and it also marks all the secret passages in Hogwarts, even the ways to open them are recorded in detail!

Filch always thinks he is the person who knows Hogwarts best, but he would never dream that we stole his Marauder's Map!"

Sure enough, as Fred said, Harry saw a detailed map of Hogwarts on the Marauder's Map, with many dense dots on it, each dot clearly marked with a person's name.

Seeing this scene, Harry's eyes lit up. This is a mysterious magic that is more powerful than the perception magic he currently possesses!

If he could deduce its working principle from it, and then derive a brand-new perception magic, it would definitely greatly enhance his perception ability.

However, soon, after slightly perceiving the working principle of the Marauder's Map, he was somewhat disappointed, sighed helplessly, and returned the Marauder's Map to Fred.

The Marauder's Map interacts with Hogwarts at all times. It does not rely on its own magic to detect things, but instead uses the ancient magic solidified in Hogwarts to have a detection effect.

These ancient magical powers are all over every inch of Hogwarts, silently recording every life sign active within the castle.

The Marauder's Map is able to present each person's location information so accurately precisely because it establishes a connection with this powerful ancient magic.

So the Marauder's Map can only be used in Hogwarts, and it is almost useless outside.

But even so, he still praised: "A very magical map, no wonder you two are always wandering around at night and haven't been discovered by Filch."

Hearing this, George's face instantly wrinkled into a ball, and he complained:

"That was all in the past. Recently, I don't know what's going on, Filch suddenly knows how to cast spells, and he has also mastered a mysterious detection magic. Every time we get close to him, even if the distance is still far, we will be chased and forced to flee in embarrassment."

Thinking of this, George looked at Harry, looking at Harry with a face full of suspicion: "By the way, Harry, I heard that you have the ability to lend magic power to Squibs, could it be that you lent magic power to Filch?"

Harry touched his nose, not expecting that the biggest victims after Filch could cast spells would be the twins.

He didn't directly answer George's question, but instead walked towards the eighth floor of Hogwarts, changing the topic and saying: "Let's go, we still have to find the Room of Requirement!"

Behind them, the twins looked at each other, and at the same time spread their hands.

Okay, so the mastermind behind the scenes turned out to be Harry!

Under the guidance of the twins, they came to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle and stopped opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls.

George explained to Harry with a serious face: "Harry, if you want to enter the Room of Requirement, you must clearly think about what you need in your mind, and then walk back and forth in the corridor three times."

After saying that, he walked back and forth in the corridor, and kept his head slightly lowered, his lips lightly opening and closing, muttering: "I need a room to practice potions..."

With his steps, the surrounding air seemed to become a little different, faintly surging with a mysterious magical power.

Soon, when George finished walking the corridor for the third time, just as the tip of his foot landed, he heard a "creak", and a simple and unadorned door slowly appeared on the wall in front of him.

George stopped, walked in first, and turned back to Harry and said: "Come on, Harry, witness Hogwarts' greatest miracle!"

Harry also stepped into the suddenly appearing room.

Stepping into this room for practicing potion-making, a strong and complex smell rushed towards him. In the center were rows of long tables, each table neatly arranged with a set of potion-making tools.

And in the corner, there were several huge oak cabinets, filled with various potion materials. There were dried nightshade, mandrake roots, various potion powders, everything.

Just stepping into the Room of Requirement, Harry slightly raised his eyebrows, incredibly sensing the special magic in this room.

In this room, he sensed a familiar and majestic mysterious aura!