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

Harry smiled gently and stepped forward slowly. Facing so many people, he was also a little nervous.

But he couldn't lose his composure. If he couldn't even handle this kind of scene, how would he conquer the dimensional wars in the future?

The Ancient One was expecting him to subdue all the dimensional demon gods!

Under everyone's gaze, Harry put on the dirty Sorting Hat.

As soon as he put it on, he felt a force emanating from the hat, trying to read his mind and memories.

Only then did Harry understand why the Sorting Hat could accurately sort the young wizards into the most suitable house. It turned out that it could read minds and memories, and see the true appearance of a young wizard.

Perhaps even the young wizard himself didn't understand him as well as the Sorting Hat did.

The Sorting Hat had solidified a spell similar to Legilimency!

Naturally, Harry wouldn't allow the Sorting Hat to read his memories. He immediately cast a layer of protection in his mind. This layer of protection included Occlumency and mental shield magic.

He sealed the memories of another world, and sealed the abilities that couldn't be exposed temporarily, such as the loan, while opening up the rest of the unimportant memories.

Of course, the Sorting Hat didn't know that it could only see what Harry wanted it to see. After just obtaining some of Harry's information, it exclaimed loudly:

"Oh, truly incredible, a talent that amazes the hat!

Hmm~ Very difficult, too difficult. I can see that you are very courageous, not afraid to face any difficulties, and you also possess extraordinary talent, and your heart is not bad.

You are suitable for every house, oh, worthy of being our savior, an almost omnipotent young wizard.

Perhaps you should go to Slytherin. Slytherin can help you achieve glory, without a doubt...

But Gryffindor is also very suitable. You can definitely become the next Dumbledore, and very likely surpass him...

No, no, no, you are also very studious, perhaps Ravenclaw can bring us a scholar who can bring about a change in the wizarding world...

Oh, too difficult, this is too difficult for the hat, why not let you choose yourself?"

The entire Great Hall fell silent, waiting for Harry's reply.

Every house was looking forward to Harry's arrival. Every young wizard wanted to be friends with the savior, even the Slytherin wizards were no exception.

Of course, there was also a young wizard who was silently praying that Harry wouldn't be sorted into Slytherin. Poor Mr. Malfoy was extremely scared at this moment.

If Harry was sorted into Slytherin, he would have to face Harry every day, and maybe one day he wouldn't wake up after sleeping.

That kind of golden blade was not a toy!

Harry was slightly silent, and immediately made a decision.

For him, it made no difference which house he joined.

And now Hermione and Neville, who admired him extremely, had been sorted into Gryffindor, so Gryffindor was undoubtedly the best choice.

Moreover, Dumbledore was also from Gryffindor, and the same background might win some favor from this greatest wizard of the modern era.

Harry gave his answer: "Then Gryffindor it is."

When Harry gave his answer, the Sorting Hat nodded: "That is indeed very suitable for you, in that case, then... Gryffindor!"

When the Sorting Hat loudly announced Harry's sorting result, the entire hall erupted in cheers and applause far exceeding the past.

The other three houses, even if they were a little disappointed, still applauded and cheered for the savior, while the little lions stood up and jumped up and down, shouting loudly:

"We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Harry took off the hat, walked to the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Hermione. The prefect Percy quickly came over and shook his hand tightly, as if he were a leader coming to inspect.

Noticing this scene, a wave of emotion rippled in Harry's eyes. It seemed that Ron's brother was a person who liked power.

There was nothing wrong with this. Harry liked such people very much. If Percy was 'diligent' enough, he might be able to make him Minister of Magic in the future.

After dealing with these young wizards, Harry looked towards the head table on the high platform. Hagrid was sitting in the place closest to him, giving him a thumbs up.

Harry returned him a bright smile.

He looked towards the center of the head table, the greasy-haired professor's gaze was full of malice, Harry continued to give him a smile, and then ignored him, letting this greasy old bat get angry himself.

After giving Quirrell an increasingly kind gaze, Harry saw Dumbledore. This kind old wizard picked up a gold-inlaid gemstone goblet and raised it slightly to signal to him.

Harry felt that he should leave a good impression on Dumbledore.

After Harry, there were only three people left.

Lisa Turpin became a Ravenclaw freshman, and then it was Ron's turn.

Ron looked even more nervous than Hermione, his face was green, and he was trembling all over, as if he was sick.

The Sorting Hat shook its head: "Ha, another Weasley, I know where to put you, I know... Gryffindor!"

At this point, the four young wizards who rode in the same boat were sorted into the same house, it must be said that this was a kind of fate.

The sound of applause for Ron was obviously not as loud as for Harry. Even his brother Percy focused more attention on Harry.

Perhaps Percy felt that the identity of the savior's friend could give him more power?

Harry, Hermione, and Neville all applauded for Ron, and Harry cheered loudly, he knew how to make the young wizard feel better.

The last freshman was Blaise Zabini, and he was sorted into Slytherin.

All the young wizards had completed the sorting, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and left with the dirty Sorting Hat.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up, and Harry realized that he was very tall, about one meter and ninety centimeters.

He also noticed that there were many subtle traces of healed injuries on Dumbledore's body. They were all magic residue. It seemed that this kind old wizard was also a restless person when he was young.

Perhaps like the Ancient One, the title of greatest might have been earned through fighting.

Albus Dumbledore looked at the young wizards with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them, as if embracing everyone.

His voice was steady and powerful, slightly hoarse, and rhythmic:

"Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start a new school year!

Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words, first of all, a few points to note.

First-year students, please note that the school prohibits any students from entering the Dark Forest, that is the Forbidden Forest!

In addition, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is also forbidden!

If you don't want to die miserably, don't go there!"

Dumbledore's voice was very stern, but at this time Harry's attention was all on Mr. Filch.

He curiously looked at this middle-aged man and found that he was a Squib!

Steady!

As the new loan shark, Mr. Filch is more than suitable!