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

"Who are you!" Seeing the black-robed figure before him, Hagrid's face turned serious, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

He gripped the machete in his hand tightly, his entire body tensed, ready to strike at any moment.

At the same time, Harry noticed that Hagrid's other hand was holding an umbrella, which must have been his wand.

When he was at school, he was framed by the Dark Lord, expelled from Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic, his wand snapped on the spot, and forbidden from owning a wand.

However, Hagrid was not one to follow the rules, so he repaired his wand and used an umbrella as a disguise, allowing him to continue casting spells.

Sure enough, the next moment, Hagrid pointed the tip of his umbrella towards the sky, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed.

He was using Lumos to signal the centaur tribe, and it wouldn't be long before they arrived!

In the open meadow ahead, a unicorn lay sprawled on the ground, already dead, its silver blood gurgling, pooling around it and staining the ground.

Hermione and Ron, seeing the scene before them, were pale-faced, their legs trembling slightly.

However, they were handling it much better than Harry had expected.

Especially Hermione, who was stronger than Harry had been when he first faced a demon.

After confirming that his friends were safe, Harry focused all his attention, ready to take out the wand from within his body, while also gripping his holly wand, ready to face the enemy.

The magical power emanating from the enemy in front of him was strange, giving Harry a familiar feeling.

It was a rotten, decaying aura of death, as if it came from a tomb deep in the valley, containing a hint of the undead.

In Harry's memory, only Quirrell possessed such an aura, but the figure of the person in front of him was somewhat similar to Quirrell, though their appearances were far apart.

Although Quirrell was timid and carried a strong smell of garlic, he was still a decent-looking young man.

But the person in front of him, although his exact appearance could not be clearly seen, judging from the exposed skin of his lower jaw, he was definitely not young, and his nose was also strangely shaped.

He—he seemed to have no nose!

So, who exactly was he?

Hearing Hagrid's question, the mysterious figure gave no answer.

He gradually rose, his upper body propped up, his lower body crawling on the ground, slithering slowly towards them like a snake!

Only when he was about twenty meters away from the group did he stop, staring intently at them, especially Harry.

Harry instantly felt an icy killing intent, like a raging sea in winter, surging towards him, as if about to freeze and drown him at any moment!

This couldn't help but make him wonder—why did this mysterious man have such a great killing intent towards him?

Did he seem to recognize him?

Soon, Harry came up with several guesses:

First, the person in front of him was a Death Eater, wanting to kill him to avenge the Dark Lord.

Second, and the most troublesome possibility, was that the person in front of him was the Dark Lord himself, the one whose name must not be spoken—Voldemort!

Sensing the powerful magical energy fluctuations flowing within the enemy's body, Harry guessed it should be the second possibility.

The amount of magical power within the enemy's body, although not as much as Dumbledore's, was far greater than any wizard Harry had ever seen!

Even with Harry's controllable magical power shrinking to one-third of its original amount since coming to the wizarding world, this magical power was still more than the controllable magical power within him!

This was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in the wizarding world!

Harry didn't dare to be careless, silently putting away his holly wand and replacing it with the Chaos Wand, newly forged from his own flesh and blood!

Under the enhancement of the Chaos Wand, the controllable magical power within him instantly increased fivefold!

Only now did he have the confidence to defeat the enemy in front of him without losing control!

The black-robed man put a lot of pressure on Hagrid, and as the black-robed man continued to approach, Hagrid warned:

He had a premonition that he was no match for the enemy in front of him!

What's more, there were three young wizards beside him, and even if Harry didn't need protection, he still needed to take care of Hermione and Ron.

This was truly the worst possible situation, and Hagrid now regretted listening to Harry and coming with him to play this game of training young wizards.

After receiving Hagrid's warning, the black-robed man continued to advance, showing no sign of stopping. Hagrid finally couldn't bear the pressure any longer. Even knowing he was no match, he had to act!

He held out his umbrella, pointed it at the black-robed man, and shouted loudly: "Expelliarmus!"

The Disarming Charm could not only knock away the weapon in the enemy's hand, but also contained a certain amount of impact force, making it the best choice to counter dark magic without using dark magic.

Instantly, a brilliant golden beam shot out from the tip of the umbrella, cutting through the air and flying towards the black-robed man at an alarming speed.

This Disarming Charm possessed great power, stronger than most adult wizards, suggesting that Hagrid had put a lot of effort into it.

Just as the golden magical beam was about to hit the black-robed man and knock away the wand he was holding, which was peeking out from his sleeve, the next scene left Hagrid frozen in place.

Just as the golden beam was about to hit him, the black-robed man flicked his wrist, quickly waving his wand, and with the sound of shattering glass, struck the golden beam precisely with the tip of his wand!

Subsequently, the golden beam shattered, turning into countless tiny sparks and disappearing!

Seeing the scene before her, even Hermione didn't know what it meant, but Hagrid knew very well!

This was an extremely advanced dueling technique, using the wand as a medium, and when the enemy's spell was about to hit, relying on skillful counter-spells to break up the structure of the spell!

Using this technique in practice required extremely deep magical attainments and rich dueling experience, so that one could seize the fleeting opportunity to complete the counter-spell against the enemy's spell!

This combat method mostly appeared in dueling competitions with large differences in strength.

And in actual combat, only a very few people could do it, the most famous of whom were the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, the strongest White Wizard Dumbledore, and the Dark Lord whose name must not be spoken—Voldemort!

At this moment, Hagrid finally knew what he was about to face. He trembled, staring intently at his former classmate, and stuttered:

"Harry, take Hermione and Ron away. He is the Dark Lord. He's still alive. We are definitely no match for him!

Go! Go to the Headmaster's office to find Dumbledore. Only Dumbledore can deal with him!"

Hermione and Ron immediately turned their attention to Harry. The composed Harry had always been their backbone, especially in times of crisis.

Hermione was anxious and urged: "Harry, let's go quickly. Seize the precious time Hagrid has bought us. We must quickly tell Professor Dumbledore about what's happening here!"

However, Harry didn't leave with her. Instead, he started walking towards Voldemort!

Ron was shocked and quickly grabbed Harry, trying to persuade him: "Don't, Harry. Voldemort is not Professor Quirrell. He is the Dark Lord. Even many professors are no match for him. You can't possibly defeat him!"

Harry shook his head slightly, rejecting Ron's persuasion, and instead wore a strange expression:

"No, Ron, he is Voldemort, and he is also Professor Quirrell. And he shouldn't be my opponent!"

Just now, when Hagrid exclaimed the name "Voldemort," Harry finally remembered why he felt that Voldemort's aura was so familiar.

It was because he had sensed a similar aura from Quirrell before!

The same rottenness and decay, like an evil spirit just crawling out of the abyss of death, made one want to vomit.

However, at that time, the strong and pungent smell of garlic emanating from Quirrell interfered with his senses, and the decaying aura on Quirrell's body was not as severe as it was now, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But now, standing in front of Voldemort again, he finally understood everything!

Voldemort had actually possessed Quirrell with some kind of magical magic, and infiltrated Hogwarts!

And his purpose was also very clear, which was to hide in the secret chamber deep in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor!

At this time, Voldemort heard Harry's words and suddenly laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, Harry Potter! You are very smart, actually knowing my true identity. This makes it even more impossible to let you leave!

Come on, let me see if the so-called prophecy is true or false? How much ability can a twelve-year-old child display?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an emerald green magical glow appeared at the tip of Voldemort's wand, and quickly swelled, expanded, and finally exploded!

The familiar incantation was spat out from Voldemort's mouth:

"Avada Kedavra!"

The next moment, an emerald green beam of death, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, passed through the withered leaves of the Forbidden Forest and flew towards Harry at lightning speed!

"Harry!"

Hermione and the others all recognized this magic, infamous in the wizarding world, as the Killing Curse!

They immediately warned Harry, wanting him to dodge the emerald green beam as soon as possible.

If struck by the Killing Curse, a living being would die instantly. In this situation, the savior was no different from anyone else!

But Harry, facing this beam of death, was not flustered at all, and gently tapped the end of his wand on the ground.

The next moment, the nearest ground quickly squirmed, bulged, and finally, colorful butterflies formed a wall in front of Harry.

The emerald green magical beam shot at the butterfly wall, only killing one butterfly, with no possibility of breaking through the wall!

The Killing Curse was strong and could not be blocked by conventional defensive spells, but it also had obvious characteristics.

That was that the initial Killing Curse could only kill one target and could not cause harm to other targets.

After all, not everyone was like Harry, who had specially researched such a terrifying move as the Avada Lightning Chain!

Voldemort, how many people had he killed?