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

Harry looked back. A heavy wooden door, exuding an ancient aura, slowly closed.

It was clear that he had returned to the location before his transmigrations, which differed from the random transmigrations in the Marvel world; this seemed to be fixed.

However, this couldn't be confirmed yet. There were too few cases, and multiple transmigrations were needed to find a pattern.

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Why did transmigrating to the multiverse world lead to him appearing in the cave where Tony was kidnapped?

Why was there no change in location when returning to the wizarding world?

Or was it just these two times that there were no changes, and perhaps a future transmigration would shift the location?

For the time being, Harry suppressed the questions in his mind. Together with Miss Otter and Ron, he sat in the center of the Potions classroom.

The lighting in the Potions classroom was insufficient. Several ancient chandeliers flickered with dim yellow light, casting mottled shadows on the walls, making the entire space mysterious and solemn.

Around the walls hung many portraits of serious Potions Masters, displaying bizarre potion ingredient specimens.

In the center of the classroom, wooden tables covered in markings were filled with cauldrons, mortars, and other tools.

The front podium was heavy and greasy, a huge stone cauldron covered in runes. The blackboard was filled with recipes, and a faint blue flame danced in the corner fireplace, mysterious and tranquil.

Good, the familiar Hogwarts style.

Sitting on the stool, Harry recalled his schedule at Hogwarts.

For the little wizards, nothing had happened, but for him, several months had passed. If he didn't make a special effort to remember, some things might be forgotten.

First, there were classes. Today was Friday, and there were no classes in the afternoon. Hagrid had written a letter asking him to come and find him.

Next was the weekend. He planned to develop lenders, with his primary target being Filch, the squib with a twisted personality.

After that, he needed to show his talent in flying class, try to join the Quidditch team early, win more fame, increase his prestige, and prepare for future reforms of the world.

That should be it... Wait... He also needed to add the research of more powerful magic.

Suddenly, Harry thought of the experiments he had done before. He lifted his arm, and both Runic symbols were there.

Good, this proved that as long as they were inside the body, even external objects could be carried across worlds.

Then there was the magical AI Hedwig. This magical artificial intelligence, named after the snowy owl Hedwig, was also brought over, but because of the decrease in controllable magic power, its computing power had been greatly reduced.

These were not problems. Being able to bring it over was a great help.

The previously set calculations could still run normally in the wizarding world.

"Harry, Harry?" While Harry was thinking, he suddenly heard Ron's voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Um, oh, it's nothing, I was just spacing out."

Ron's little face wrinkled together, somewhat worried:

"Harry, Fred and George told me that Professor Snape is very partial to Slytherin, and always wears a stinky face, as if someone stole his wife. I don't know how he will ridicule us in this class."

Even Hermione wrinkled her little nose and sighed: "During the Sorting Ceremony, I noticed that Professor Snape kept glaring at Harry, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

It is very likely that he is dissatisfied that the savior did not join Slytherin, but instead joined Gryffindor. Harry, you have to be careful."

Harry smiled and comforted the two: "Don't worry, I should attract all of Professor Snape's attention, and it probably won't affect you."

"Why?" Miss Otter, who was used to asking questions, immediately asked.

Harry explained: "I heard from Hagrid that Professor Snape once had some disputes with my parents. This is a problem left by the elders.

But don't worry, as long as I am careful not to make mistakes, Snape can't do anything to me."

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the Potions classroom was suddenly pushed open. A large bat walked while waving its 'wings', and when it reached the podium, it turned around forcefully, facing the crowd.

Like Flitwick, the first thing Snape did in class was to call attendance.

Similarly, when he called Harry's name, he stopped, glared fiercely downward, and stared at Harry's emerald green eyes, saying:

"Ah, yes, Harry Potter, this is our new—the famous big shot!"

All the little Slytherin wizards covered their mouths and chuckled. Slytherin had always been at odds with Gryffindor, and they would not miss any opportunity to laugh at those pranksters, even if the other party was the savior.

But no one noticed that Malfoy, a famous first-year Slytherin wizard, did not laugh. Instead, when the two stupid goons wanted to laugh, he slapped them on the head, forcing them to hold back.

Obviously, the poor little Malfoy was definitely left with a shadow. Perhaps every time he closed his eyes, he would recall his experience of almost being beheaded.

After Snape finished calling the roll, he looked up at the whole class. His eyes were very similar to Hagrid's, all black.

But there was no warmth in his eyes like Hagrid's, only coldness and emptiness, making people think of two dark whirlpools.

Under his gaze, all the little wizards quieted down. Even the faint sound of candles burning could be heard in the classroom.

Snape spoke. His voice was very soft, like a whisper, but under the influence of magic, everyone clearly heard him speak:

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"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous art of potion making.

Since there is no foolish wand-waving here, many of you will not believe this is magic.

I do not expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and a fragrant aroma.

You will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people's blood, making them feel ecstatic and confused...

I can teach you how to enhance your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death...

But there must be one condition, and that is that you are not the kind of idiot fools I often encounter."

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also had the magic to maintain order in the classroom effortlessly.

After his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

Ron and Hermione leaned forward, straightened their postures, and tried to prove that they were not idiot fools.

But Harry was unmoved. If he were twelve years old, Snape's words would have made him panic, but now it was completely different.

Before every battle with demons, they would exchange trash talk, but gradually Harry knew that he only needed to rush up and chop off the demon's head, without saying too much.

So he was looking forward to how Snape would target him and what moves he would make?

Sure enough, the next moment Snape glared fiercely at him. To be honest, looking down from above, he really had some majesty.

Of course, that's what Harry thought. The poor Miss Otter and Ron were already trembling.

They all thought Snape was glaring at them fiercely.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly raised his voice: "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"