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

Surrounded by a crowd of gentlemen and ladies in suits and dresses, Peter was visibly timid, involuntarily shrinking behind Harry.

Among the people in front of him were several familiar faces: celebrities who often appeared on television programs, famous lawyers, and entrepreneurs.

These were all big shots that Peter used to look up to, but at today's party, they were all carefully trying to curry favor with the strangers beside them.

Surrounded by the extravagant luxury of the peak of human society, enveloped in these dazzling scenes he had never witnessed before, how could a socially awkward high school student like Peter not be timid?

"What's wrong, getting nervous?" Harry's teasing voice came from the side: "You weren't this nervous when talking to my teacher, so why are you getting timid here?"

Harry's words reminded Peter.

That's right, he didn't panic even when talking to the Supreme Mage, so why should he be nervous now?

Even if Peter didn't understand the Supreme Mage's full strength, he knew that the Supreme Mage was definitely beyond modern society just from the tip of the iceberg he had seen.

These upper-class people clinking glasses at the party were just mortals in the eyes of the Supreme Mage.

Peter took a deep breath and gradually relaxed: "Who's scared? I'm just a little carsick. Let's go, I can't wait to meet Mr. Stark!"

At this moment, a commotion came from the front.

Tony, wearing a black suit and holding two glasses of wine, slowly walked towards Harry and Peter.

Tony handed a glass of red wine to Harry: "Romanee-Conti, the taste is not bad, you should like it."

"Thank you." Harry took the red wine with a standard gesture.

Although Harry didn't care about aristocratic etiquette, it didn't mean he didn't know it.

In other dimensions, he and the Supreme Mage had attended banquets many times.

Those banquets held by ancient mages, demon lords, and even dimensional demon gods were more luxurious and had more complicated etiquette than this mortal banquet.

Harry naturally knew the etiquette of mortal banquets.

Tony curiously sized up Harry: "I thought you would wear that pajama, it seems that the suit I prepared for you is useless."

Harry rolled his eyes, too lazy to respond to Tony's teasing.

At this moment, Peter mustered his courage and stood in front of his idol, his face flushed.

He said tremblingly: "Mr. Stark, I'm Peter Parker, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Happy said: "Peter is Harry's younger brother, he's your fan and has always wanted to meet you, so I brought him here."

Tony raised an eyebrow, shook Peter's hand, and looked up with a slightly exaggerated expression:

"Hey, kid, don't be too excited. Your taste is much better than Harry's when it comes to idolizing me.

Let's go, we have plenty of time, don't just stay here, the girls are still waiting in the pool!"

… … … … … …

In a remote corner of the party, a man in a formal suit, with a gentle face and a somewhat bald head, sat on a stool, subtly looking around.

After seeing Harry and Peter, his eyes lit up, and he contacted his superiors through a hidden earpiece without showing any emotion:

"Director, this is Coulson. The target has appeared. Tony Stark personally greeted him. I suspect that Tony Stark's escape is indeed related to the target."

A low and hoarse voice came from the earpiece: "Keep an eye on him, see if he has anything special, whether he is the kind of person we are looking for.

Try to find a chance to talk to him, probe him without causing the target's hostility, and do your best to win him over."

"Yes, sir." Coulson hung up the communication and walked towards the direction Harry left.

… … … … … …

Peter's wish had been fulfilled, and he had obtained the signature of Mr. Stark, whom he had been longing for.

Tony wrote his signature on Peter's camera.

Seeing Peter's excited look, Harry felt that he might put this camera in a glass cabinet for preservation afterwards and would never use it again.

As the protagonist of the party, Tony was naturally the favorite target of the girls. He came to Harry's side with his arms around two of them:

"What's wrong, why are you sitting here? Cheer up, those girls are all looking at you, go, this is a party prepared for you!"

Harry shook his head: "I'm fine like this, your kind of life is not suitable for me."

Because of the education he had received since childhood, Harry was destined to not become a playboy like Tony.

Even if he could, he wouldn't be here. Harry took a sip of wine: "If I wanted to live a life like you, perhaps succubi, fairies, or dragon girls would be more suitable for me."

As soon as he said this, the hot girls around him looked at Harry with a strange look, like looking at an idiot.

Such a handsome young man, but his brain doesn't work well.

But even so, they had no intention of leaving.

Before the party started, Tony Stark told them that if they could make this handsome young man happy, each of them would get five hundred thousand dollars.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ is ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

If they could sleep with him, they would get one million dollars!

For them, this was a huge sum of money!

Unlike these girls, Tony knew Harry's identity. With a teacher who could freely travel through multiple dimensions, what Harry said was not false, and it was very likely to be true.

Tony felt bored and waved away the girls beside him: "Are there really succubi and fairies? What do they look like?"

Recalling the enthusiastic fairies in the Crossroads Dimension, Harry replied: "They are all very beautiful, well, succubi are fiery and seem like they want to eat you at any time, while fairies are very reserved, but their straight gazes are also unbearable."

Tony whistled: "That's great, when will you take me to see them? I can't wait."

Tony's thoughts were written on his face, and Harry refused without hesitation:

"That will disappoint you. The gravity of the Crossroads Dimension is three times that of Earth. Without strong magic to strengthen your body, you can't even function normally there.

Of course, even if you can live normally there, the succubi and fairy ladies won't like you. The reason why they like me is the same as why the girls in front of you like you.

I am a disciple of the Supreme Mage, a powerful mage, and also a rich man in the magical field.

Believe me, fairies and succubi don't like poor ghosts either, and dragon girls won't even look at you."

Tony: "… …"

This was the first time he had been called a poor ghost by someone else, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that he couldn't refute it.

After all, in the magical world, he was indeed a poor ghost.

All the wealth he currently possessed was worthless to that magical Crossroads Dimension.

Tony was in a bad mood, but Harry was in a much better mood.

Sure enough, happiness is constant, and one's own happiness is always built on the pain of others.

Tony made up his mind: "Harry, I want to learn magic. When can I meet the Supreme Mage?"

Although Tony's purpose for learning magic was a bit improper, Harry still replied:

"My teacher is currently repairing a dimensional rift and will probably need some time to return, but I have copied a few magic books for you, you can study them yourself."