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

The next morning, the soft sunlight had not yet completely dispelled the light mist. Aunt Petunia tiptoed to Harry's bedroom door, raising her hand with exceptional care, afraid of disturbing something.

She cleared her throat, and when she spoke, her voice was filled with an unprecedented gentleness, softly reminding him, "Harry, it's time to get up. I just made breakfast, it'll get cold if you don't eat it soon."

"I know, Aunt Petunia, I'm getting up," Harry's lazy voice sounded from inside the bedroom, with a hint of just waking up.

Aunt Petunia stood at the door, and hearing this, a strange feeling surged in her heart, and the expression on her face instantly became complicated.

Ever since Harry returned from Hogwarts, Aunt Petunia had noticed the difference. Harry's attitude towards her had improved a lot.

When he left, Harry's eyes regarded her as an annoying relative, but now, he seemed to truly regard her as family.

Recalling the past when she had treated Harry badly, Aunt Petunia felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, slowly closed her eyes, and after a while, reopened them, exhaled, and walked slowly downstairs with somewhat heavy steps.

When Harry slowly walked down the stairs and entered the living room, the Dursley family was already sitting neatly at the dining table.

On the table, several carefully prepared dishes were arranged in an orderly manner, with wisps of hot steam rising, and the aroma of the food filled the air.

However, the Dursley family all sat quietly in their places, their knives and forks neatly arranged, untouched, obviously waiting for Harry's arrival.

After all, Harry was now a creditor holding the key to their fate in the eyes of the Dursley family.

Since he was able to use magic, the family's desire for magic had grown wildly like weeds.

They knew very well that if they wanted to use magic, they had to be nice to Harry.

Uncle Vernon saw Harry slowly walking downstairs, and the originally stiff and rigid face instantly filled with a flattering smile.

He hurriedly stood up, nervously rubbing his hands in front of him, and asked eagerly, "Harry, you just came back from Hogwarts, are you used to living here? If there's anything you're not satisfied with, just tell your uncle!"

Harry smiled gently, his voice unhurried, with a hint of contentment, "Of course, it's very good here. The beds at Hogwarts aren't as soft as the ones at home. It's more comfortable at home."

"That's good, that's good." "That's good, that's good!" Uncle Vernon's smile became even more obsequious upon hearing this.

Perhaps it was because Harry had returned from Hogwarts that the Dursleys' dining table was especially lavish today. The simple and plain meals of the past were gone, replaced by dishes that exuded an enticing aroma.

Roast beef, chicken supreme, oxtail soup, Welsh broth, apple pudding, and so on… These dishes looked delicious, making Dudley swallow hard.

During the meal, Aunt Petunia's eyes narrowed into crescent moons. She would occasionally pick up a fork and enthusiastically serve Harry, muttering in her mouth:

"Eat more, eat more. You're at a crucial time in your growth, you can't go hungry. These are all your favorites, don't be polite."

Harry took it, nodded slightly, with a polite smile on his lips, and said softly, "Thank you, Aunt Petunia!"

Dudley, seeing Harry take away the treatment he once had, was a little jealous, but since the two months of summer vacation, he had gradually realized that this home was no longer the home it once was.

Now the master of this home is Harry Potter!

Moreover, he also liked magic very much. In order to be able to use magic, it was nothing to suffer a little while Harry was at home for a few days.

Dudley also showed a flattering smile and said to Harry, "Cousin, when can you take us to see the wizarding world?"

He had long wanted to see the different scenery of the wizarding world. However, the last time Harry left, he had warned them not to easily use magic outside, otherwise they might be locked up in Azkaban if they were discovered by the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, even though several months had passed, they still had not been able to come into contact with the wizarding world.

Harry thought for a moment and did not refuse, "I'll take you in a couple of days. I have something to deal with these days."

After a pause, Harry continued, "I've recently mastered some new magic, you can consider exchanging for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry raised his hand and gently waved it, and a teacup began to twist and deform, the wooden texture gradually fading away, replaced by a piece of soft parchment.

After a moment, Harry reached out and caught the slowly falling parchment, which was densely covered with the detailed contents of the magic he had recently mastered.

He handed the parchment to the Dursley family.

The Dursley family sat around the dining table, their heads tightly huddled together, curiously reading the magic content on the parchment.

At this time, Harry coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and continued, "I was thinking, I can help you test your magical talent, maybe there will be unexpected discoveries."

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Petunia was a little puzzled and asked in confusion, "Don't we not have magical talent?"

Harry shook his head and patiently explained, "We can only say that you don't have magic power, but the situation is different now. You have borrowed my magic power, and it is very likely that you have other types of magical talent hidden."

After speaking, Harry stretched out his hand and gently held the palms of Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley in turn.

He closed his eyes slightly, frowned slightly, concentrated his mind, and magic power, like agile silk threads, slowly penetrated into the bodies of the three people along his palms.

After a moment, Harry opened his eyes, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

He found that Aunt Petunia's adaptability to the magic of the wizarding world was the most outstanding.

Although her talent was much inferior compared to ordinary wizards, even less than that clumsy caretaker Filch at Hogwarts, it was still a pleasant surprise.

He thought this might be related to the fact that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister.

Therefore, relying on his magic power, Aunt Petunia could master many characteristic magic of the wizarding world, such as cleaning spells, but don't even think about more difficult magic.

As for Dudley and Uncle Vernon, their magical adaptability was far inferior to Aunt Petunia's.

However, Harry unexpectedly discovered that Uncle Vernon possessed a moderate level of telekinetic talent, while Dudley's talent was outstanding in the area of electrical enhancement magic, also at a moderate level.

Harry told them about these magical talents one by one. Upon hearing that they could be exchanged for corresponding magic, the family was both tempted and reluctant, their faces full of heartache.

After they struggled to weigh the options, Harry helped them complete the exchange for the permanent use rights of three elementary spells, and then left home with a smile, heading to Diagon Alley.

As some of the most important locations in the British wizarding world, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic all have powerful magical protections and restrictions in place.

These spells restrict the use of Apparition to prevent unauthorized personnel from suddenly intruding, protecting the order and secrets of the magical world, so most wizards need to enter Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron.

In an instant, a flash of distorted light and shadow passed, and Harry appeared out of thin air in a dark alley not far from the Leaky Cauldron.

Before the dizziness brought on by Apparition had completely dissipated, he keenly noticed two fearful gazes locked tightly on him from the depths of the alley.

Looking closely, he saw a man pinning a woman against a mottled wall. The woman's face was full of horror, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

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Her clothes were disheveled, her collar wide open, revealing two dazzling patches of snow-white skin on her chest, which looked particularly glaring in this dim and oppressive alley.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing this scene at first glance, they would probably assume it was a robbery and assault.

However, after careful observation, Harry could tell from the thick foundation on the woman's face, her world-weary look, and the man's clothes that were nothing like those of a robber, that this was an illegal transaction scene!

Harry rubbed his forehead. He was really unlucky. This alley was usually deserted, but today he ran into two illegal traders seeking excitement.

After a moment of stunned silence, the bald man realized what had just happened. Seeing the wizard robes on Harry, he said uncertainly, "You… you're a wizard? So wizards really exist?"

Harry had no intention of answering his question. He simply pointed his wand at the man and said lightly, "Obliviate!"

The two people, who were in close contact, were stunned for a moment, and then continued their exciting and thrilling contest.

Harry left the alley, only hearing a series of painful cries: "Oh, no! Don't, don't!"

Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't be fooled by that bald man's kidney-deficient appearance. He looks weak, but it seems that the battle nun with rich combat experience is at a disadvantage in the gunfight.

People really can't be judged by their appearance!

Because he needed to do something bad, something that couldn't be seen, something that required at least two people to do, Harry didn't use his original appearance, but changed it.

Although his illusion magic wasn't as good as Loki's, it was still considered proficient. As long as he didn't get into a fierce battle, no one would be able to see through his illusion.

At this moment, he transformed into an ordinary, unremarkable little wizard.

Without the dazzling halo of the past, he naturally didn't attract the attention of the wizards and cause a sensation like the last time he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron.

He quietly passed through the bar, his steps as light as a cat, and silently came to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. He gently tapped a brick, and walked into Diagon Alley through the opened passage.

Diagon Alley hadn't changed much. It was still the same as he remembered, lively and extraordinary, but also exuding an ancient and old-fashioned atmosphere.

After a little exploration, Harry quickly found the narrow passage leading to the adjacent Knockturn Alley.

The passage was filled with a pungent odor. Sewage flowed across the ground, and garbage was randomly discarded in every corner. The walls were covered with mottled stains and strange graffiti, as if telling the story of the misery and chaos here.

Harry frowned, raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and quickened his pace forward. Passing through this dirty passage, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to an even more dilapidated and sinister alley.

Unlike the bright Diagon Alley, the streets of Knockturn Alley were narrow and winding, and the buildings on both sides were tall and dilapidated, almost obscuring the sky, making the whole alley appear particularly dark.

Even during the day, it was filled with a twilight-like dim tone, giving people a feeling of oppression and depression.

People came and went here, a mixed bag, and all kinds of strange and terrifying people wandered the streets.

There were mysterious people wearing hoods to cover their faces, ragged witches and wizards with fierce eyes, and even some hideous monsters and ghosts.

In Knockturn Alley, a place filled with evil and danger, the appearance of a young and lovely little wizard undoubtedly broke the original atmosphere like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, naturally attracting the attention of all passers-by.

Before long, the air seemed to be filled with greed and malicious intent. A group of male and female wizards exuding an evil aura, like sharks smelling blood, approached Harry step by step.

Some wizards who still retained some conscience couldn't bear to watch this scene. Without a doubt, the cute little wizard's future would be miserable. Either he would be dragged into a dark and damp basement by an evil witch, groaning in pain every day under the whipping of a leather whip and the scorching of candles.

Or he would fall into the hands of an evil wizard and become a tragic subject of human experimentation, forced to spend his days with those wriggling, sticky, and disgusting tentacles.

But even with sympathy in their hearts, these wizards with a conscience just silently turned around and chose to remain silent.

In Knockturn Alley, a world of the strong preying on the weak, such tragedies were staged every day.

They knew very well that being too kind and easily interfering in other people's affairs could very likely make them the next victim. To survive here, one must learn to protect oneself.

However, they didn't know at all that Harry's deliberate maintenance of this childlike appearance was a carefully planned fishing operation!

The role reversal between hunter and prey often happens in an instant!

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