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

Filch couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes, making sure it wasn't a hallucination. His eyes widened instantly, like copper bells, his face filled with disbelief, followed by a surge of anger.

His face turned red, veins popping out on his forehead, and he roared:

“Harry Potter! It's you again! How dare you cast such dangerous magic in the school, and sneaking around with a Disillusionment Charm! Do you know how many school rules you've violated!”

He roared, waving the cane in his hand, seemingly wanting to vent the fear and anger in his heart.

As for why Harry could use such a difficult spell like the Disillusionment Charm, even distorting the surrounding space, he didn't question it.

Why ask why?

Harry Potter was the Savior, after all.

What couldn't the Savior do?

Filch had just seen in yesterday's "Daily Prophet" that Harry Potter had invented two legendary potion recipes. Both potions were being continuously purchased by the Ministry of Magic for Aurors fighting against dark wizards.

With the potion recipes as precedent, everything before him seemed justified.

Harry didn't reply to Filch immediately, but just put his index finger in front of his lips: “Shhh~”

Filch wanted to continue his insults, but his eyes fell on Harry, his pupils suddenly shrinking, as if an electric current instantly ran through his body.

Harry stood in the moonlight, the moonlight outlining his thin figure, with a layer of clean halo shrouding him.

That slightly furrowed brow, tightly pursed lips, actually overlapped somewhat with the expression of the Dark Lord in his memory, equally elegant and handsome, equally mysterious and powerful.

An invisible fear instantly engulfed him, his lips moved, unable to make a sound.

Seeing this, Harry smiled with satisfaction, releasing magic to suppress the soul. It was very effective on the weak.

Using this principle, perhaps he could develop group attack soul spells in the future.

Harry stared at Filch, his gaze seeming to penetrate his body, all the way to his soul.

He squinted slightly, a meaningful smile on his lips, and said to Filch:

“Mr. Filch, I recently discovered that you are privately attending Kwikspell's correspondence course in magic. It seems you are a Squib.”

The identity of a Squib was Filch's eternal pain, making him sad and inferior, and even causing discord with his parents.

He was very angry, but facing such a mysterious Harry, he didn't dare to lose his temper with Harry, and could only turn red and angrily say:

“You little brat, don't talk nonsense. Stop guessing and mind your own business!”

Harry's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile:

“No, Mr. Filch, being a Squib is not an embarrassing identity. It's just that the magic in your body is stagnant and unable to flow, so you can't cast spells.

Unlike Muggles, your body still contains magic. If you can solve the problem of magic stagnation, you might be able to cast spells.

And I happen to be able to help you solve this problem, and even improve your magical talent on the original magic foundation.”

Filch's eyes widened instantly, his hands trembling involuntarily, and his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

“Re… … Really? Is what you said true?”

Harry nodded confidently: “Of course, I invented a new magic that can lend magic to others. You only need to pay some price to get rid of your Squib identity and become a real wizard.”

Although he was extremely excited, Filch did not completely lose his mind.

Especially when the word 'loan' entered his ears, his heart 'thumped', and the image of a demon in the stories and biographies instantly appeared in his mind.

What's more, Harry didn't mention this during the day, but came alone at night using the Disillusionment Charm, which was a problem in itself.

After learning that he still needed to pay a price, Filch immediately became alert and wanted to shout a warning and tell others what happened here.

But the desire to cast spells made him hesitate again and again, and finally he asked cautiously: “What price?”

Filch was thinking about what kind of price he could accept. He hesitated, whether he could give his soul in order to cast spells?

The answer was—definitely!

His desire to cast spells had long been imprinted in his soul. It was a part that he had been missing since birth.

For this, he was willing to pay anything.

Wait… … Mrs. Norris excluded!

Harry, who had been observing Filch, knew that this was a success when he saw him like this.

He said lightly: “A little Galleon, a little convenience with school rules, these conditions are very generous, aren’t they?”

“Just that?” Filch was overjoyed. He originally thought it was a very expensive price, but he didn't expect the price to be very light.

In order to gain the ability to cast spells and become a real wizard, he spent a lot of Galleons to enroll in various correspondence courses. If he could successfully cast spells, he would be willing to spend all his savings.

Compared to Galleons, turning a blind eye to Harry's violation of school rules was a more expensive price for him.

He had always been very grateful to Dumbledore for allowing him, a Squib, to serve as the caretaker of Hogwarts, giving him a well-paid job.

In order to repay this kindness, he had been working very hard for decades, not letting go of any little wizard who violated school order.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ release!

Filch hesitated for a moment, but still agreed to Harry's request.

He really couldn't resist the temptation to cast spells.

“I agree!”

Since then, Filch became a real wizard, and Harry also gained enough convenience, and could even obtain a large number of hidden passages about Hogwarts Castle from Filch.

Filch's body contained magic. This deal would not be a loss for Harry even without a price. Now he's making a killing.

According to the slowly growing magic in his body, Harry judged that if there were ten wizards with magic as lenders, the growth rate of the controllable magic in his body would increase by at least one time!

… … … … … …

In the morning, the first ray of sunlight gently sprinkled on the ancient spires of Hogwarts Castle, plating it with a layer of dazzling gold.

The outline of the castle gradually became clear in the faint light, and the Gothic architectural style showed mystery and solemnity.

The towers soared into the clouds, intertwined with the swirling morning mist, as if blurring the boundary between reality and magic.

In the distance, the surface of the Black Lake sparkled, and the lake water and the reflection of the castle complemented each other, like a dream.

As time passed, the laughter of the students gradually came from inside the castle, breaking the silence of the morning, and a new day began at Hogwarts Castle.

Ron yawned and said with lingering interest: “The two days of the weekend passed too quickly. I really hope there is magic to slow down the passage of time.”

Harry's lips curled up, with a mischievous smile:

“Time magic does exist. The Department of Mysteries seems to have relevant research, but they regard it as top secret. Currently, the only publicly available information about time magic is the Time-Turner.”

Ron's eyes lit up: “Is there any way to get a Time-Turner?”

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