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

Harry firmly grasped Mjolnir, then instructed Hedwig to quickly replicate the Runic arrays within the hammer.

These Runic arrays were profound and complex, belonging to extremely rare types, with many ingenious constructions not even recorded in the deeply magically knowledgeable Kamar-Taj.

When Harry's gaze focused on these arrays, even a brief contemplation granted him much useful information, and inspiration flooded his mind.

He mused to himself that as long as he thoroughly understood these arrays, had sufficient materials, and his own magic reached a certain height, he might also be able to forge a divine weapon!

At that time, Harry's Lightning Sword would not just be a magical name, but the name of a divine artifact!

Coulson, watching Harry freeze in place the moment he grasped Mjolnir, felt a pang of anxiety, wondering if something had gone wrong.

Just as he was about to step forward to check, he saw Harry suddenly enveloped in lightning, the silver-white bolts dancing and leaping around him like agile dragons.

Immediately after, Harry raised his hand and waved gently at them, indicating that he was fine.

Seeing this, the stone in Coulson's heart fell to the ground. He then turned to Sitwell, and they exchanged knowing glances, turning to leave and give Harry space to be alone.

Clearly, Harry was analyzing Mjolnir, and perhaps after he finished analyzing it, his strength would greatly improve.

And Harry was the creditor of all the SHIELD agents. If Harry's strength improved, wouldn't that mean the strength of everyone at SHIELD also improved?

The borrower only needed to borrow magic, while Harry, as the creditor, had much more to consider!

And so, Harry stood motionless in place for a full two hours.

During these two hours, he focused all of Hedwig's processing power on recording the Runic arrays within Mjolnir. Now, with the final complex rune completely recorded, he had finally successfully acquired all the arrays.

When Harry opened his eyes, a look of joy appeared on his face. Even preliminary use of these Runic arrays could significantly enhance the power of his lightning magic.

If he could completely understand these arrays, then the power of his lightning magic would increase several times over, reaching an astonishing new height.

Asgard's tens of thousands of years of accumulation were indeed extraordinary!

Just then, Harry's ears twitched slightly, keenly capturing a burst of noisy commotion from outside.

He immediately took out his wand, and the space around him rapidly distorted, like a lake's surface rippling, constantly deforming and wrinkling. Harry's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if swallowed by a spatial vortex.

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a slight spatial fluctuation, he had firmly appeared in the command center.

Coulson, catching sight of Harry's sudden appearance, was startled and instinctively patted his chest, complaining with a helpless expression: "Consultant Potter, next time before suddenly appearing, can you give a warning in advance? If I get scared a few more times, I might live a few years less."

"Sorry," Harry apologized without much sincerity, then asked, "What's happening outside? It's quite noisy."

A strange expression appeared on Coulson's face, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he smiled:

"Just now, a man forcibly crossed the fence and broke into the military base. He's quite skilled, having taken down quite a few agents.

I suspect he's an agent sent by some organization, breaking in here to scheme for Mjolnir. But what's funny is that he claims to be Thor, the God of Thunder!"

Hearing this, Harry raised an eyebrow slightly. To avoid any possible misunderstandings later, he quickly asked, "What's his physical condition like?"

"Just ordinary human level. Although he's a bit stronger than the average person, he's far from reaching the limit of human potential," Coulson replied without hesitation, understanding Harry's concerns with a smile on his face.

After a pause, he added, "You told me that Thor possesses physical qualities dozens of times greater than ordinary people, so this guy is definitely not Thor, but an imposter."

Harry nodded, agreeing with the assessment: "That's right, definitely an imposter. If it were Thor, he would have broken in here long ago."

Just then, Harry's gaze inadvertently swept across the screen, and instantly, a tall man, at least two meters tall, entered the camera's view.

This man had a head of radiant blond hair flying freely, a full golden beard, exuding an unrestrained, heroic aura that seemed out of place with his surroundings.

"WTF?!" Harry's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief. He recognized him at a glance—wasn't this Thor?

What was going on? Could it be that the man who broke into the military base was really Thor?

But this was too strange. Why had Thor become so weak now, that even breaking into a mortal military base took so long?

Even if he lost Mjolnir, he shouldn't be this weak. Could it be that all of Thor's divine power depended on Mjolnir to be activated?

But if that were the case, could Thor still be called the God of Thunder?

In that case, was the real master of thunder the hammer?

Coulson, hearing Harry's exclamation, couldn't help but ask, "Consultant Potter, what's wrong?"

Harry, with a helpless expression, raised his hand and pointed to the blond man on the screen, saying, "Let him in, he really is Thor."

Coulson: "???"

Coulson looked at the screen, filled with disbelief. In the image, the man Harry called Thor, the God of Thunder, was being beaten helplessly by a tall, strong soldier. Coulson couldn't help but complain:

“Such a weak god!”

Although he didn't know why Thor had come to Midgard, or why he had inexplicably lost his divine power, turning from a majestic deity into a slightly stronger ordinary mortal.

However, all these questions were put aside for the moment, because Harry keenly realized that this was a rare opportunity to mock Thor!

What is the meaning of a friend's existence?

Isn't it precisely for moments like this to make fun of them!

A moment later, Thor, “escorted” by a group of soldiers with live ammunition, arrived at the center of the military base.

He was anxious, his eyes eagerly searching around, and finally he saw his beloved “wife.”

However, the scene before him instantly stunned him, and all the joy in his heart turned into astonishment.

Why was his Mjolnir in Harry's hands at this moment?

Harry even had an interested look on his face, turning the hammer over and over, playing with it!

Seeing Harry constantly throwing Mjolnir out and wantonly playing with it, Thor could no longer bear it. He completely disregarded the embarrassment and shame of being seen in such a disheveled state by a friend, and shouted loudly:

“Damn it, Harry Potter, let go of my Hammer of Thor, she's mine!”

Harry acted as if he hadn't heard Thor's roar, a playful smile hanging on his lips, and once again threw the Hammer of Thor out with force.

The hammer drew an arc in the air, flying several meters away, still spinning rapidly in the air for a few circles.

But at this moment, Harry waved his hand gently, and Mjolnir instantly changed direction, obediently flying back towards Harry, steadily landing in his palm, and being tightly held by him.

Seeing this scene, Thor was dumbfounded. Only now did he realize that Harry could freely control the Hammer of Thor.

So he questioned loudly again: “No, this is impossible! What did you do to my hammer, why can you use her?”

Seeing Thor's expression as if his wife was being attacked by a minotaur in front of him, the smile on Harry's face became even brighter, and he said with a wicked smile: “Sorry, Thor, she's already my shape!”

“Ahhhhh, Harry Potter, I'm going to kill you!” Thor's temper was already irritable, and now seeing himself being minotaur'ed, his reason was instantly devoured by anger.

His eyes were red, and he quickly rushed to Harry, raising his right fist high, bringing a whistling sound, and smashing it fiercely towards Harry, wanting to give his hateful handsome face a heavy punch.

However, things were different now than in the past. At this moment, Thor had lost his divine power and was just a mortal with a strong physique.

Seeing this, Harry didn't panic. He simply raised his arm and easily stopped Thor's aggressive punch.

After that, no matter how Thor changed his moves and attacked frantically, Harry was still at ease, and could easily resolve them with just a slight lift of his hand or a sidestep, as if he was playing with a clawing but harmless victim.

After playing enough, Harry finally put down Mjolnir in his hand casually, and Thor gradually regained his sanity.

Without saying a word, he instantly threw Harry to the back of his mind, rushed to Mjolnir's side, and wanted to pick her up.

But…

At first, he casually grabbed it with one hand, but the hammer didn't move at all. Then he tried his best, but the position of the hammer didn't change either.

Until the end, Thor's whole body was tense, he used all his strength, the veins on his arms bulged, and he pulled with all his strength with both hands.

But no matter how hard he tried, Mjolnir stayed in place, like a widow who had been trained, completely forgetting Thor, the victim!

A moment later, Thor's face was ashen, filled with frustration, and he slowly released his hand from the handle of the Hammer of Thor.

Suddenly, he rushed towards Harry again like a madman, grabbing Harry's collar with both hands and shaking him frantically: “How could this be, I don't believe it! Damn Harry, what did you do to her?!”

Thor had just fought with the agents, crawling and rolling on the muddy ground, and it was raining heavily outside. At this moment, he was soaked all over, covered in mud, and looked very embarrassed.

When he grabbed Harry's collar and shook him non-stop, Harry only felt as if there was a large, wet, out-of-control golden retriever shaking its fur in front of him, and the mud splashed from Thor's body all landed on him.

Harry reacted quickly, quickly drew his wand, and gave Thor a calming spell.

Seeing Thor instantly enter the sage mode, his emotions stabilized, and he slowly released his collar, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and gave himself a cleaning spell, cleaning the mud splashed on his body, and then said helplessly:

“You also know that there is a powerful magic power contained in my body. This magic power is so vast and incredible that it is even more powerful than the Supreme Master and the God King Odin.

It is precisely because of this that I can be recognized by the spell Odin cast on Mjolnir and be able to use it.

However, the amount of magic power I can freely call upon also has an upper limit, which is not enough to modify the spell Odin cast on Mjolnir.

So, Thor, the reason why you can't pick up Mjolnir now is not because of me, but because of you!

You have been abandoned by Mjolnir!”