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

Professor McGonagall took out her wand and pointed it at the desk. After a burst of twisting and changing, the desk transformed into a pink pig.

This pig looked very cute, like a domesticated pet pig, without a speck of dirt on its body. There was no doubt it would taste delicious.

The students were all captivated by Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, wishing they could learn it immediately.

Harry was also looking forward to it. He couldn't perform Transfiguration of this level.

At most, he could turn a stool into a cup, but nothing larger.

But he also had his own advantages, which was that he could perform permanent transformations. Similarly, if he returned to Kamar-Taj, the controllable magic within his body would multiply several times. At that time, he might be able to easily perform the Transfiguration Professor McGonagall was demonstrating.

Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with the results of her spellcasting. The little wizards' emotions had been stirred up by her, and she thought that even the naughtiest little wizards would listen attentively for a while.

She picked up her textbook and began the lesson.

It must be said that Professor McGonagall was indeed a true Transfiguration master. Even though Harry's self-study progress had reached the fourth or fifth-year level, he could still gain a lot of inspiration from Professor McGonagall's lectures.

Soon, after taking copious notes, Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match and asked them to try to turn it into a needle.

Harry pointed his wand at the match, and it quickly turned into a needle.

A sharp needlepoint, a cylindrical body, and a hole for the thread at the end. A perfect needle.

Professor McGonagall was extremely happy to see it. Harry's talent was very good, very good indeed. Even she herself couldn't have done this well the first time.

Without a doubt, Harry would become an even more outstanding Transfiguration master than her in the future!

Professor McGonagall happily added points to her House:

"A perfect Transfiguration, Mr. Potter earns five points for Gryffindor!"

The students applauded, celebrating the first points earned in the new semester.

Besides Harry, only Hermione could slightly transform her match, but with Harry's brilliance preceding her, Hermione no longer seemed so outstanding.

However, Professor McGonagall still gave Hermione a rare smile and added another point to Gryffindor.

Although the score was small, it was still cute, wasn't it?

Because Harry had completed the Transfiguration so quickly, the other little wizards began to ask him for advice collectively.

Harry answered their questions one by one.

Suddenly, the chaotic magic vibrated slightly, reminding Harry of danger!

Without hesitation, Harry waved his magic in that direction: "No, wait!"

The force of his magic knocked the match out of Seamus's hand. When the match shattered the glass and flew out of the classroom, a deafening explosion came from outside!

The little wizards were terrified and looked at Seamus in horror.

"No, it's just Transfiguration, why would it explode!"

"That's terrible, if it had exploded next to us, we would have been torn to pieces!"

The other little wizards blamed Seamus, but Harry was staring intently at Seamus, his eyes shining.

Damn, what a prodigy! This is the explosion talent that even he doesn't have!

If he could borrow enough magic from Seamus, perhaps he could analyze the essence of his magic and develop an extremely powerful explosion spell!

He's decided to take this borrower!

After this scene, Professor McGonagall was also very scared. She deducted ten points from Seamus, but added ten points to Harry.

Professor McGonagall stared at Harry's emerald green eyes, liking him more and more as she looked at him. She thought:

"This child is like me, smart and steady. Perhaps I should consider persuading him to stay at the school in the future."

It would be a pity if such an excellent talent didn't stay at Hogwarts.

After Transfiguration, there was Herbology. The professor for this course was Professor Pomona Sprout.

She was short, with flowing gray hair, wearing a patched hat, covered in dirt, optimistic and compassionate.

Although this class couldn't bring Harry any improvement in combat ability, Harry was also very interested.

Whether it was the Mandrakes that could scream, or the Devil's Snare that was afraid of light, or the Biting Cabbage that liked to bite people, these magical plants that he had never seen before brought Harry different kinds of fun.

This reminded him of his memories of being taken by the Ancient One to travel through the multiverse for the first time.

After Herbology was History of Magic. The professor for this course was actually a ghost.

It was said that a long time ago, Professor Binns fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the staff lounge, and when he went to class the next morning, he forgot to bring his body with him. After that, he continued to serve as the History of Magic professor as a ghost.

This professor spoke monotonously and boringly, and even Harry, who wanted to learn more about the magic world through the History of Magic, felt a little sleepy.

The Charms professor was Filius Flitwick, who had some goblin blood.

He was surprisingly small, and he needed to stand on a stack of books during class so that he could reach the desk.

Seeing this, Harry used Transfiguration to shrink the desk. Professor Flitwick seemed to have opened the door to a new world and shook his hand tightly to express his gratitude.

When he took the roster and started calling names, after calling Harry's name, he didn't know what he thought of, but he fell to the ground excitedly and was buried under the books on the desk.

This was a very interesting professor.

Astronomy classes were all held at night, and the professor was Aurora Sinistra.

The content of this class mainly involved observing constellations and understanding the sky, which was very similar to the Muggle world, so there was nothing to say.

What the little wizards were most looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Every little wizard had heard of the Dark Lord, and they all wanted to learn how to defend against the Dark Arts in order to protect themselves.

Similarly, the teaching content of Defense Against the Dark Arts was very rich. Sometimes the professor would even play the role of a Dark Wizard and fight against the little wizards.

Therefore, Defense Against the Dark Arts was more free and more interesting, and it was the course that all the little wizards looked forward to the most.

But soon they were disappointed. Professor Quirrell's class seemed like a joke.

He had a strong smell of garlic on his body, which permeated the entire classroom.

He only recited the textbook verbatim. Apart from occasionally bragging, there was no valuable content at all.

How could someone of Quirrell's level become a professor at Hogwarts?

You should know that even Professor Binns, who gave the most boring lectures, was a very knowledgeable ghost.

And during class, Harry noticed that Quirrell was looking in his direction from time to time. This would not have been a problem, as many professors paid close attention to him.

But there was a hidden malice in Professor Quirrell's eyes. Even though he hid it very deeply, Harry's perception was too keen and he could still feel it.

Without a doubt, Professor Quirrell had a secret. He was most likely not a good person, or even a Dark Wizard.

Although he didn't know why Headmaster Dumbledore allowed him to teach, Harry was no longer interested in him.

The Ancient One was never interested in dead people. As long as he found a dark and windy night, one sword strike and Hogwarts would have a more excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.