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

Madam Hooch was a professional and strict teacher, arriving at the grounds in front of the castle before any of the young wizards.

A gentle breeze blew, and the sunlight sprinkled the wide lawn in front of the castle. After all the young wizards had arrived, she had them stand in two rows.

"Now, then," Her voice was clear and strong, her gaze sharp and expectant:

"In the last two lessons, we covered the precautions for flying, and all of you were able to summon your broomsticks to your hands. So, today is the day for you to show your skills."

"Mount your brooms, and as I demonstrated, gently push off the ground with your toes, think about flying upwards, don't be afraid, try boldly!

Remember to relax your body and connect with your broom. Report any problems immediately, and I will catch you with a Levitation Charm!"

When Madam Hooch gave the order, the students were eager to try. Most of the Slytherin students were able to take off quickly and fly quite steadily.

Most of the Slytherin students came from pure-blood wizarding families, with affluent backgrounds. They had practiced flying broomsticks under the supervision of their parents since childhood, and the best of them had even been trained by professional Quidditch players.

The other houses' students also took off one after another. The students who remained on the ground were either Muggle-born or timid, less talented pure-blood or half-blood wizards.

Poor Ron was one of them. He gripped the broom handle tightly with both hands, his knuckles white from the strain.

Watching the students beside him take off one by one, he tentatively touched the ground with his toes. The broom only lifted a few centimeters off the ground, and he panicked and fell back down.

He truly lacked flying talent and was afraid of flying. Even Hermione was better than him; she could already fly steadily at a low altitude.

Harry noticed Ron's situation and descended from the sky, encouraging him:

"Ron, don't worry, and don't be afraid. Even if you accidentally fall, Madam Hooch will immediately protect you with a Levitation Charm. She definitely won't let you get hurt."

Ron gave a wry smile: "Easy for you to say. There have been cases of young wizards accidentally falling to their deaths during flying lessons in the past. I get terrified just thinking about it."

At this moment, a Slytherin girl flew over. Harry remembered her name was Pansy Parkinson. She was quite cute, but her personality was mean. Like Malfoy, she considered herself superior because of her pure-blood status and was full of discrimination and prejudice against students of other bloodlines.

She suddenly left Malfoy's side, flew in front of Ron, raised her head, and mocked, "Oh, look who it is? Isn't that the Weasley, the redhead who can't even control a broom?"

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly imitated Ron's timid posture while flying, causing the Slytherins around her to burst into laughter.

Malfoy, behind Pansy, wanted to say something when he saw her mocking Ron in front of Harry, but perhaps time had diminished his fear of Harry. He hesitated and said nothing.

After all, he understood that it was a misunderstanding. Harry couldn't have really killed him.

But wasn't this Savior a bit strange? Why could he master such powerful magic before even entering school?

Thinking of the magic sword that emitted golden light, Malfoy shivered subconsciously.

However, he quickly suppressed his fear and flew to Pansy's side. The honor of a pure-blood family did not allow him to be timid.

He wanted to have a match with Harry and use victory to erase the shadow in his heart.

Ron's face flushed red instantly, like a ripe tomato. He glared at Pansy, enraged and embarrassed:

"What do you know, Parkinson! You're just a bigot showing off your family's status everywhere! If you're so capable, don't just talk the talk. Let's go to the Quidditch pitch and compete!"

Pansy had been waiting for Ron to say that: "Alright, let's go. Whoever's afraid is a dog. Don't run away at the last minute. You coward can't even fly properly, yet you dare to mention a match. It's hilarious!"

Ron was completely enraged. In his anger, he forgot his fear and flew up shakily: "Let's go now!"

But Pansy ignored Ron and looked eagerly at Harry. Seeing Harry's almost perfect handsome face, her face turned red, but she still raised her head and said proudly, "Harry Potter, do you want to come too, or are you also afraid?"

Harry's expression was strange at this moment. He didn't sense any malice from Pansy. On the contrary, it was the same hidden affection as most young witches.

What's going on? A tsundere little witch?

Woman, you're actually using this method to attract my attention. I admit you succeeded!

He didn't expect that just when he wanted to show off his Quidditch talent, someone would offer him a pillow when he was sleepy. This made him feel a little more affection for Pansy's slightly mean pretty face.

He agreed without hesitation: "Of course!"

When Malfoy saw Harry agree, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He mustered his courage and gritted his teeth:

"In that case, let's have a proper Quidditch match! Slytherin will send seven young wizards to form a team, and so will Gryffindor. Besides that, we'll also have Madam Hooch as the referee for this match!"

"Good!"

Old Malfoy was one of the twelve Hogwarts governors. In addition, it was just a game between students, and the danger was under control. Madam Hooch accepted Malfoy's request.

But to ensure safety, Madam Hooch also invited Professor McGonagall, who had no classes during this period, to serve as a referee.

Even the commotion here attracted the attention of Dumbledore, who was strolling around the campus. He even participated.

Great, with these two magic masters present, even if a young wizard committed suicide, it would be impossible to die.

Soon, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students arrived at the Quidditch pitch and each selected seven players.

The Slytherin seven were Malfoy, Pansy, Malfoy's two cronies, and two other young wizards from pure-blood families.

Gryffindor's team was Harry, Hermione, Ron, and a few other young wizards from pure-blood families.

Most of those present were young wizards from pure-blood families. There was no way around it. Having ridden flying broomsticks since childhood, their flying skills were much better than Muggles now.

Madam Hooch stood high on the referee's seat, introduced the team members, and after confirming that everyone had their equipment, released the Quaffle, Bludgers, and Golden Snitch into the arena at the same time.

The two teams of young wizards set off together, each rushing towards their target!

However, it was obvious that the Slytherin young wizards, who were from wealthier families, had much better skills than the Gryffindors.

In the Gryffindor team, only Harry, with his mental power and talent, suppressed Malfoy, who was also a Chaser. Everyone else was suppressed by the Slytherin young wizards.

Seeing this, Dumbledore showed a childlike smile and asked Professor McGonagall beside him: "Minerva, which house do you think will win this match?"

Please bring in the most beautiful version of Pansy Parkinson ovo!