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

The little wizards who witnessed this scene froze in place, as if hit by a Body-Bind Curse, their eyes filled with terror.

Especially Fred, who had handed the club to Harry, his mouth agape. He hadn't expected Harry to be so decisive and ruthless. With a single blow, he had incapacitated a Slytherin wizard.

Higgs was no exception. He had just been quickly shaken off by Harry and hadn't yet recovered.

Upon seeing this scene, his eyes widened, and the color instantly drained from his face, turning as pale as paper. For a moment, he didn't dare approach Harry, let alone continue to pester him.

The miserable state of the little wizard who had been hit by the Bludger, suffering multiple fractures, was still fresh in his mind. He didn't want to be next.

Although there were healing potions to mend the injuries, without a wizard skilled in healing spells brewing a highly effective Elixir of Life, a little wizard hit by a Bludger with multiple bone fractures would likely be inconvenienced for an entire month.

That aside, the most important thing was that he would be unable to train for Quidditch for a month.

You had to know that it was the beginning of the Quidditch season, and every day was crucial.

Thinking of this, Higgs's face was even darker than the bottom of a pot.

Wait, a fact that filled him with despair suddenly flashed through his mind—the most effective healing potion in the wizarding world, the Elixir of Life, was actually invented by Harry!

Okay, he couldn't compete on the field, and he couldn't compete in everyday life either.

Forget it, whoever wants to block this freak can go ahead, he didn't want to end up with broken bones.

So, Higgs decisively gave up trying to intercept Harry. While Harry was temporarily acting as a Beater, unable to split himself, he continued to search for the Golden Snitch.

He had a premonition that catching the Golden Snitch was Slytherin's only chance!

At this moment, George's shout suddenly rang in Harry's ear: "Watch out!"

Instantly, he keenly sensed a ball-shaped object rapidly approaching, so he tilted his head slightly, and a Bludger just grazed past his face.

Because the speed was too fast, the strong wind stirred up by the Bludger hit Harry's face, causing his bangs to fly in the wind.

Looking back, the person who attacked him by surprise was none other than the Slytherin team captain, Marcus Flint!

Seeing that his attack was easily dodged by Harry, Flint's expression became even more gloomy.

He glared fiercely at Harry, grinning coldly, his conspicuous buck teeth exposed without reservation. At this moment, he looked exactly like a cunning and fierce weasel.

His lips moved slightly, and Harry read several letters from his constantly opening and closing lips: "Lucky you!"

Then, Flint turned his head and winked at another Slytherin player beside him.

The teammate who received the signal understood perfectly, and the two simultaneously urged their flying broomsticks to fly in Harry's direction.

Their intentions were obvious. They were planning to replay the despicable methods they had used on Angelina on Harry.

On the other side of the field, Fred and George noticed the movement here and immediately flew over to help Harry, shouting loudly to remind him: "Harry, watch out!"

But Harry seemed to be frightened, frozen in place, motionless, just sandwiched between Flint and Pucey, forced to crash into the pillar in front.

"Ah, ah, ah, Harry!" Not only Hermione, but other little wizards in the stands were also worried about Harry, even some first-year Slytherin wizards.

Hearing the exclamations rising and falling in the stands, the flames of jealousy burned in Flint's chest.

He was very jealous of Harry's popularity. Even though he was the captain of the Slytherin team, he had never had such high popularity as Harry.

He whispered cruelly: "Heh heh, a mere Savior with a false reputation. Quidditch is not a game for you to concoct potions. Here, fame can't help you.

Today, I will send you off the field and let you taste the taste of failure. I hope that during the time you lie in the hospital, you can reflect on it, until you understand that Quidditch cannot be played by relying on fame alone!"

Hearing Flint's words, the expression on Harry's face suddenly became a little strange, feeling as if he had heard this statement somewhere before.

It seemed like Snape, in the first Potions class, Professor Snape also said similar words with sarcasm and disdain.

Harry smiled, and said playfully: "I don't want to be eliminated now, are you sure you can really send me off the field?"

Flint's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "That's not up to you!"

The wind whistled in his ears, and the speed of the three became faster and faster.

To Flint's surprise, Harry not only did not slow down, but flew faster and faster, which made Flint couldn't help but sneer, what a stupid Savior.

In the blink of an eye, the three came to the front of the pillar, closer and closer to the pillar.

Just when they were only a few meters away from the pillar, Flint and Pucey looked at each other, understood each other, and simultaneously pulled the broomsticks hard, preparing to turn away.

Not only that, but they also planned to push Harry hard before leaving, just like they treated Angelina before.

However, this time it did not develop as they expected. Harry suddenly exerted force to the right and bumped into Pucey.

Pucey only felt like he had been hit on the shoulder by a giant's club. His body instantly lost control, like a kite with a broken string, crashing towards the pillar.

Crack, crack, crack…

A series of creepy bone-breaking sounds rang out. Pucey drew a twisted arc in the air. When he landed, half of the bones in his body had been broken. The whole person crashed heavily into the pillar, and then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, falling into a coma.

The Slytherin team lost another person!

When Flint confidently turned his head, intending to relish Harry's miserable state, he was bewildered to see Pucey lying unconscious on the sand.

His gaze darted back and forth between Harry and Pucey, as if he had been hit with a Petrification Charm, leaving him dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand how the situation had undergone such a drastic change in such a short time, with Harry and Pucey seemingly swapping roles.

Pucey was now completely unconscious, while Harry, who should have been the victim, was safely hovering in the air.

Upon realizing this, he became extremely angry, his face contorting violently.

Before he could say anything, Harry swung his bat, forcefully striking a Bludger heading his way.

The Bludger tore through the air, carrying a sharp whistling sound, and instantly struck Flint in the face.

In an instant, Flint's cheek felt as if it had been squeezed hard by an invisible giant hand, twisting and deforming at a visible rate.

Immediately afterward, bright red nosebleed gushed out of his nostrils like a burst dam, drawing streaks of blood in the air.

At the same time, his body lost balance due to the impact, causing him to fall off his broom and crash heavily onto the sand below, raising a cloud of dust, just like Wood, who he had knocked down earlier.

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In the stands, everyone was stunned by the dramatic scene before them, and for a moment, the entire stadium was so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.

Soon, however, like a long-suppressed volcano erupting, deafening cheers burst from the crowd and quickly swept through the entire stadium.

Looking around, except for the little wizards of Slytherin Academy who looked dejected, the little wizards of other academies were very happy.

After all, in the past, other academies had suffered more or less from Slytherin's unscrupulous and sinister tricks.

Now, seeing Harry paying them back in their own coin, making Slytherin suffer the consequences of their own actions, even if they didn't personally defeat Slytherin, the feeling of exhilaration was like drinking a glass of iced butterbeer in summer, a kind of indescribable comfort rising from the bottom of their hearts.

This feeling was great!

When Harry flew back to the twins, bright smiles bloomed on their faces, and they both gave a thumbs up in unison, saying: "Harry, you're amazing. With Slytherin losing three main players, we're sure to win!"

Sure enough, the following game became an absolute crushing victory for Gryffindor.

When Slytherin had fewer players and couldn't use 'cheating' methods, they were no match for Gryffindor at all.

But they didn't dare to use cheating methods either. Whenever they had such thoughts, they would think of the even more brutal Harry.

As the game progressed, the score climbed all the way. When the score reached 140:30, Harry returned the bat to Fred and returned to his role as Seeker.

Then, under Higgs' bitter and helpless gaze, he steadily caught the Golden Snitch in just a few tens of seconds!

Thus, this Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin came to an end with an astonishing score of 290:30.

Jordan was so excited that his voice was trembling. He shouted through the amplification charm:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this thrilling and exciting Quidditch match has finally come to an end!

Now, with incomparable excitement, I announce the result of the match to everyone: Gryffindor team, with a huge score of 290 to 30, has won a complete victory!

In this game, our savior Harry Potter played an extremely important role. There is no doubt that without Harry Potter, there would be no victory in this game. Let us shout the name of the savior together—Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

Many little wizards shouted together, and in the stands, Professor Cat Cat's eyes quietly turned red.

This season, Gryffindor once again defeated Slytherin, and she finally had the opportunity to hold up the Quidditch trophy, which symbolizes supreme honor!

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The footsteps of Christmas are getting closer and closer. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts slowly awakened from its slumber.

Overnight, the entire campus seemed to have been enchanted. Several feet of snow had accumulated everywhere, and the lake was covered with hard ice. Under the reflection of the rising sun, everything sparkled with tiny rays of light.

In the Gryffindor common room, the warm fire was jumping. Little Otter walked quickly to Harry with anticipation on her face and asked with bright eyes: "Harry, it's almost Christmas, are you planning to go home for the holidays?"

Harry pondered for a moment and said softly: "Well, I think I will go back. I can use these few days of vacation to cultivate my relationship with my aunt's family."

If he didn't go home, the magic lent to the Dursleys would be wasted!

In addition to this, Harry also had other plans.

At Hogwarts, Dumbledore is always paying attention to everything here, and some more dangerous magic experiments cannot be carried out at all.

If he wants to complete these experiments, he must find a more hidden and more remote place.

The outskirts of the Muggle world are very good!

You know, the Avada Lightning Curse he has been researching for a long time has reached the final experimental stage!

Seeking monthly tickets, sob sob sob~~~