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

Seeing his claws easily severed by the sword, Ek'hadena immediately panicked.

What luck, what change of fortune, it was still an unlucky demon.

Damn it, it had clearly come to Earth, clearly it could gain powerful strength by devouring souls with a short period of development, so why did it have to encounter these two damned human mages?

Ek'hadena immediately changed its mind, giving up on killing the two mysterious mages, wanting to escape, but it didn't know this was a mirror dimension, it couldn't escape at all!

After severing Ek'hadena's claws, Harry became even more excited, a faint red color appearing in his eyes, a sign of magic being pushed to its extreme.

The magic within him was endless, and he conjured another Sword of Vishanti, charging towards Ek'hadena.

Although he also possessed defensive magic, such as the common Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, he didn't like to use them.

He really liked a sentence he accidentally saw in an ancient book: offense is the best defense!

One side had a surging desire to fight, while the other only wanted to escape, and there was already a gap in strength, so after a few minutes, Harry had Ek'hadena covered in cuts and bruises.

Finally, he dispelled the Sword of Vishanti that was plunged into Ek'hadena's head, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling refreshed.

A Greater Demon wasn't that strong after all; if he used something like the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, he could fight many Greater Demons all day long!

Seeing Harry easily kill a Greater Demon, Wang's expression was complicated; back then, he had studied for more than ten years before reaching this level, while Harry, besides the five years of calming the incredible magic within his body, had only studied for two and a half years.

However, Wang was different from Kaecilius, not a narrow-minded person, and wouldn't be jealous of Harry's favor from the Ancient One, nor would he resent Harry's rapid growth.

He was just sincerely happy for Harry.

Wang patted Harry on the shoulder, his face full of horizontal lines squeezed out a heartfelt smile: "Well done, Harry!"

After resolving the demon, they used a portal to return to Kamar-Taj to report to the Ancient One.

Leaving behind only a few mystified occult enthusiasts who were questioning reality.

… …

After returning to Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One praised Harry and believed he could learn more powerful magic.

Moreover, the Ancient One stated that his current knowledge was enough to create his own magic; after all, even if magic that required specific dimensional magic was modified so that Harry could use it, it would definitely not be able to display the true power of chaos magic.

Harry kept the Ancient One's words in mind, and he already had an answer.

Relying on magic to enhance his brain, Harry's memory was amazing.

He could even vaguely remember seeing a green beam of light when he was a child, a beam of light that seemed to possess extremely powerful power.

Now, after continuous experimentation, he would soon be able to use the magic that emitted that green beam!

Hmm, what name should he give this magic?

Avada Kedavra, yes, that's it!

Harry had long mastered the portal spell, but because chaos magic was unstable, the portal couldn't exist stably.

Sometimes, with the fluctuations of chaos magic, the portal would immediately lose control and close.

Therefore, to avoid being killed by his own magic, Harry rarely used portals, and mostly traveled on foot.

Returning to 20 Ingram Street in Queens, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and Peter were all asleep.

Harry naturally wouldn't disturb them, but instead jumped directly to the second floor, opened the window, and prepared to enter.

But just as he entered the window, he suddenly noticed a flash of light.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed from night to day, and from his spacious room to a narrow hallway.

Even though more than seven years had passed, Harry still remembered this hallway.

This is… Uncle Vernon's hallway!

He's back!

Harry lowered his head to examine his body; he was wearing a worn gray loose T-shirt, which he remembered was Dudley's discarded clothes.

Because Dudley was too fat, wearing this T-shirt was like wearing a skirt.

Suddenly, Harry noticed his hands, and he was stunned to find that his body had returned to the way it looked when he was eleven years old.

At that time, he was very thin, only about 1.2 meters tall, very weak, completely different from the handsome and dashing appearance seven years later.

Realizing this phenomenon, Harry was extremely frightened; could it be that everything before was a dream?

No, no!

Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Peter, the Ancient One, Wang, Gwen…

Each of them was extremely important to him, and he didn't want to lose any of them!

Suddenly, Harry thought of something and immediately drew Runic symbols according to the Ancient One's teachings; along with the golden Runic matrix appearing, he drew out the Sword of Vishanti again!

Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

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Great, it wasn't a dream!

As long as it wasn't a dream, he had the possibility of returning to that world again, perhaps it just needed some time.

At this moment, Aunt Petunia's shrill voice rang from the kitchen next door:

"You're here, our little birthday boy, happy birthday, son!"

Harry's lips curled into a brilliant smile; it had been a long time since he had seen the beloved Dursley family.

He missed them so much!

Sensing the magic within his body, it was still as vast and boundless as in that world, the only difference was that it seemed that due to the influence of the world difference, he could mobilize less magic.

Probably, only three tenths?

But even so, it was enough, and it wasn't without its benefits; the magic within him seemed to be more stable in this world!

Harry took off his glasses, and his eyes flashed with brilliant gold; when the gold dissipated, his eyes returned to their best vision.

Using magic to strengthen the body was the best way to use chaos magic besides telekinesis.

Using magic to strengthen the body every moment, and restore this world's weak body to health as soon as possible.

Harry wasn't used to this weak body, and as for the magic consumed, it wasn't even a drop in the bucket for his total magic.

Pushing open the dirty door and coming to the kitchen, Aunt Petunia was currently giving Dudley, with his pig-like head, birthday wishes.

At this time, Aunt Petunia's face was kind, looking extremely amiable; Aunt Petunia's attitude towards Dudley was something Harry once envied the most about Dudley, but now Harry didn't envy it at all.

He also had this kind of feeling, he was also loved!

Seeing Harry walk in, Aunt Petunia immediately changed her face, saying fiercely:

"Hurry up and make breakfast for me, and don't burn anything!"

But to the surprise of the Dursley family, Harry didn't seem to hear it, and slowly came to the table, sat next to Vernon, picked up a drink on the table and poured himself a cup, and drank it with satisfaction.