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

He remembered that during the Sorting Ceremony, Dumbledore had warned the young wizards that the corridor on the right-hand side of the fourth floor was off-limits, and anyone who went in would face death.

Now it seemed that the reason it was listed as off-limits was because there was a powerful magical creature inside. This magical creature was very dangerous even for adult wizards, let alone young wizards.

Harry enhanced his perception and noticed that, in addition to the magical creature, there were also some magical traps.

However, what made him a little strange was that the power of these magical traps was very weak, not even enough to kill the more outstanding first-year students.

What surprised Harry even more was that in the room deep in the fourth-floor corridor, familiar magical fluctuations made no attempt to hide, spreading outward without reservation, blatantly transmitted to the outside world.

This magical fluctuation was exactly the same as that emitted by the small package Hagrid had taken out. Obviously, the item in that small package was in the room.

It was like a scantily clad dancer, twisting her body behind a curtain, looming and attracting some dangerous figure to approach.

All of this revealed strangeness. Harry suspected that Dumbledore was fishing, using these arrangements to lure out certain people.

Could there be bad people among us?

Harry immediately thought of Quirrell. He was very strange, with a very evil magical aura, with the stench of a necromancer.

Dumbledore, as the greatest wizard of the era, had most likely discovered his abnormality. Perhaps he suspected Quirrell, but without evidence, he wanted to use this to induce Quirrell to expose himself.

Harry felt that he could use Dumbledore's arrangements to do something, such as completely eliminating a certain annoying trouble.

… … … … … …

The next day, the trio gathered in the Great Hall. After putting a piece of steak in his mouth, Harry noticed that Miss Otter seemed a little listless today.

He suddenly reached out and touched the little otter's head, but didn't notice anything wrong, so he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, Hermione? Are you feeling unwell? You look so listless."

Hermione's temperature might not have been a problem originally, but after being 'attacked' by Harry, her face quickly turned red, like a ripe tomato: "N-n-no, I'm not sick, it's just…"

Under Harry's encouraging gaze, Hermione spoke of the predicament she was now facing:

"It's just that I seem to be being excluded… Harry, why is this happening? I clearly wanted to get along with them and spend a pleasant time on campus together.

But I don't know when it started, they always whispered behind my back, and stopped talking as soon as I got close.

They thought I didn't know, but I heard them saying bad things about me, even though I didn't do anything wrong."

The little otter was very aggrieved, her eyes were teary, and she slumped down, looking listless.

Harry thought for a moment and roughly guessed why this was happening. He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What do you usually say to them?"

Hermione thought for a moment and replied: "I help them answer questions, urge them to study, and correct their wrong behavior, so that they can avoid violating school rules."

Harry: "…"

Sure enough, not to mention those eleven or twelve-year-old little witches, even he would never be able to tolerate another 'mother' constantly lecturing him.

Harry thought for a while and said in a tactful way:

"Perhaps you can try a different way to get along with your roommates. They are about the same age as us and have their own independent thoughts. Everyone's perspective on things is different.

So, you have to respect their ideas and not blindly demand that they be the same as you. After all, not everyone is as good as you."

"But I'm doing it out of good intentions, it's better for them that way…" Hermione was a little aggrieved.

Harry's tone became stricter: "No, Hermione, not everyone needs to be excellent, and not everyone wants to be excellent. Most people just want to be happy. What you think is simple may be very difficult for others."

Hermione seemed thoughtful: "I understand, Harry."

Seeing that his words were useful, Harry smiled gently: "Perhaps you can let them study with us. I believe they should be very happy."

Hermione was a little reluctant, but she also knew that inviting her roommates to study with Harry would definitely greatly improve the relationship between the two parties.

After all, her roommates were all ardent fans of Harry. Hermione knew what an idol meant to little witches.

If she could let them get close to Harry, maybe she would be the big sister Hermione in the future.

Puff, puff, puff~

The sound of owls flapping their wings sounded. They poured into the hall as usual, accurately distributing letters and packages to many young wizards.

Harry also received a letter and a package. He first tore open the letter, which read:

"Do not open the package on the table.

It contains your new Nimbus 2000 broom. I don't want everyone to know you have a new broom, lest they all want one.

Oliver Wood will wait for you on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock tonight for your first training lesson.

Professor M. McGonagall."

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Ron saw the letter with sharp eyes, and he sighed enviously: "Nimbus 2000, I haven't even touched it."

Harry smiled mischievously: "Okay, when we get back to the dormitory, I'll let you touch it."

Ron hit Harry.

Soon, it was seven o'clock in the evening. Harry left the castle and walked towards the Quidditch pitch in the twilight.

Hundreds of chairs were arranged high in the surrounding stands, and Wood was already waiting for him in the middle of the pitch.

Wood was a very responsible captain. He took out a very large crate, opened it, and explained to Harry the balls needed for Quidditch and the various rules.

Harry learned very quickly, or rather, Harry learned too quickly, at a speed beyond Wood's imagination.

Seeing Harry catch the Golden Snitch directly in a few minutes again, Wood's face was numb. He doubted his life. Why was the gap between people so big? What would their other Quidditch players do with Harry around?

No matter how hard they tried, they were just foils in front of Harry.

But soon he became excited again, because he knew that no matter what happened in the future, the Quidditch trophy would belong to Gryffindor for the seven years Harry was there!

Harry lived very quickly at Hogwarts. After completing his homework every day, he would go to the library and continue to study spells.

Hermione brought her roommates to study with them, and to Harry's surprise, Hermione's roommates completely fell in love with learning after experiencing the joy of learning.

Recently, they have been following the two of them, and their grades have improved visibly.

In this way, time passed quickly, and when Harry was finally about to complete the construction of all the magic arrays of the Railgun, it was already the eve of Halloween.