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

Seeing Harry change the subject, Hagrid's emotions finally stabilized, and he was no longer afraid. He had a look of reminiscence on his face:

"They were all kind and gentle people. Your father was an excellent Chaser, also the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, the star of Gryffindor!

And your mother was even more outstanding. She was the Head Girl of Hogwarts and had extremely profound attainments in potions, a Potions Master..."

Hagrid was chatting away, while Harry became more and more silent as he listened.

The more he learned about his parents' excellence and gentleness, the deeper his hatred for the Dark Lord became.

He should have had a wonderful childhood.

Soon the cart arrived at vault 713. Unlike vault 687, Griphook simply knocked on the bronze door of vault 713 and opened it.

However, Harry didn't think that the defenses of this vault were lower. On the contrary, the defenses of this vault were higher.

Because he sensed a hidden magical power on the iron door and heard the crisp sound of mechanical collisions when the door opened.

Without a doubt, these were all defensive measures of vault 713, and these measures were not available in 687.

When the door was opened, a dirty little package wrapped in brown paper appeared in front of Harry.

Hagrid seemed to value this package very much and immediately put it away close to his body.

Harry was thoughtful. He sensed a powerful magical fluctuation in the package. If there were no accidents, it was a powerful alchemical creation.

But that was all. Not to mention Kamar-Taj, any magical item collected in the New York Sanctum was more powerful than this alchemical creation!

Harry was becoming more and more unconfident in the wizarding world. To treat an alchemical creation as a treasure, the wizarding world's vision was too low!

Harry shook his head and immediately denied his idea.

No, he couldn't underestimate the wizarding world. Perhaps the magical fluctuations emitted by powerful alchemical creations within the wizarding world were very low?

After all, magical power is one of the important criteria for judging whether magic is powerful, but it is not the only indicator.

Among them, the quality of magic is also an important indicator, and the magic quality of this world seems to be very high.

Leaving vault 713, the group rode the cart upwards and finally returned to the ground after a while, seeing the sunlight again.

After coming out of Gringotts, Hagrid led Harry to go shopping. He was very familiar with Diagon Alley, and soon led Harry to a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Hagrid rubbed his messy head and said to Harry in a low voice:

"Go ahead, Harry, go buy your uniform. I need to buy a pick-me-up, that cart in Gringotts was awful.

Do you want one?"

Harry's mental age was already an adult, and he wouldn't be nervous because Hagrid left. He nodded to Hagrid:

"Of course, if possible, I'm very interested in the wizarding world's drinks."

Stepping into the shop alone, Harry saw the owner of the shop.

Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch, dressed in purple, with a kind smile. She was a very kind person, just like Aunt May, which made Harry feel good about Madam Malkin.

Before Harry could speak, Madam Malkin said enthusiastically:

"Oh, dear, I think you're here to buy Hogwarts school uniforms.

We have uniforms here, there's always one you'll like. There's a young man inside picking out a uniform, I think you can talk to him, maybe you can become friends."

Harry nodded politely in response and walked to the back of the shop.

Madam Malkin seemed to like Harry very much, dismissed the shop assistant, and personally helped Harry put on a brand new robe and measured his height with a ruler.

Harry also liked Madam Malkin very much, and enthusiastically communicated with her. Harry was popular everywhere, and soon relied on his sunny and cheerful personality to become friends with Madam Malkin.

Madam Malkin liked Harry so much that she even planned to give him a set of clothes. Harry didn't refuse, although he didn't need them, but he knew not to refuse other people's kindness.

At this time, the little wizard who was measuring his height on another stool suddenly said to Harry:

"Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"

This little wizard was pale, with golden hair. He looked arrogant, as if he was very remarkable, and his tone of voice to Harry was also very impolite, as if he was looking for trouble.

Harry didn't care about this little wizard's impolite behavior, after all, he was an adult and couldn't be as knowledgeable as a child.

So he nodded gently to the golden-haired little wizard:

"Yes, I'm a first-year this year."

"That's great, I'm a first-year too. By the way, do you have your own flying broomstick? I don't know why first-years can't have their own flying broomsticks, maybe I can sneak one in."

The golden-haired little wizard looked smug and chattered non-stop, causing Harry to frown slightly, but he still patiently responded from time to time.

"I don't have my own flying broomstick."

"Then have you played Quidditch?"

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"No." Harry didn't know what Quidditch was, and didn't care. He was now thinking about the Dark Lord.

What means should be used to kill the Dark Lord?

The Sword of Vishanti?

Crushing with telekinesis?

Obliterating the soul, or sacrificing it to a certain dimensional demon?

Or throwing it into a portal to keep falling until it starves to death is also a good choice!

Perhaps Harry was thinking too intently and forgot about the golden-haired little wizard next to him, and didn't answer his question for a long time.

The golden-haired little wizard was a little annoyed. After measuring his height, he completely couldn't stand Harry's indifference and pushed him hard:

"Damn Mudblood, I'm talking to you, don't ignore me!"

Harry suddenly sensed hostility and it was right next to him. His well-trained body immediately counterattacked autonomously, and the stable magical power in his body instantly completed a complex rune matrix.

Harry instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the golden-haired little wizard. The brilliant Sword of Vishanti was now across the golden-haired little wizard's neck.

At this time, a strand of the golden-haired little wizard's hair just happened to fall, and when it fell on the sword body, it was instantly divided into two by the sharp sword body.

Unknowingly, a streak of scarlet blood flowed down from the golden-haired little wizard's cheek.

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was silent!

Finally, Harry was the first to react. A brilliant magic circle appeared on his palm, erasing the bloodstains on the golden-haired little wizard's face.

After Harry withdrew his hand, the originally hideous everted wound had disappeared without a trace.

He said apologetically:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you just now. I was thinking about a problem. I'm really sorry for hurting you. You can tell me what compensation you want.

By the way, what does Mudblood mean? I used to live in the Muggle world, and I don't understand many words in the wizarding world."

The golden-haired little wizard trembled, turned around stiffly, and after hearing Harry's question, he even felt a heat in his legs.

He used unprecedented intelligence and said in a trembling voice:

"It… it means good friends. We plant magical plants together in the mud, so we are very good friends.

That's right, that's it!"