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

Chapter 22: It's Harry Potter!

What surprised Harry even more was that this unhygienic, greasy-haired professor seemed to love him even more than Aunt Petunia ever had.

Harry was a little confused. This…

Perhaps he was another pitiful person who had been ridiculed and bullied by his father?

From Aunt Petunia, Harry had long known that his father, James Potter, was not a good person!

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at the professor.

Poor guy, he must have been bullied a lot by old Potter.

The professor was stunned by Harry's reaction, not expecting him to react this way. Then, he seemed to be provoked and glared at Harry with even more disgust.

This made Harry a little helpless, but he didn't intend to apologize or ask for forgiveness.

This was a dispute of the previous generation and shouldn't be borne by him.

He was just a pitiful, weak, and helpless substitute Sorcerer Supreme.

Harry smiled warmly at the greasy-haired professor again and ignored him, letting him be angry on his own.

Another figure that Harry noticed was Professor Quirrell, whom he had met at the Leaky Cauldron a month ago.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Professor Quirrell also nodded kindly, and Harry returned a kind smile.

He was already considering when to behead Professor Quirrell with a sword.

But before that, he had to prove Professor Quirrell's evil, or avoid the eyes of others, and clear himself of suspicion.

Harry didn't want to be at odds with the entire wizarding world for the crime of murdering a professor just after starting school.

Hermione tugged at Harry's sleeve and pointed to the ceiling.

On the velvet-like black ceiling, twinkling stars shone, which was also some kind of magic.

Hermione raised her head and explained proudly:

"Magic has been cast here, making it look more dazzling than the sky outside. I read about it in 'Hogwarts: A History.'"

Seeing Miss Otter looking like she wanted to be praised, Harry chuckled and touched her head:

"As expected of Hermione, you're really amazing. This is something I didn't know."

Being patted on her little head by Harry, Miss Otter's face turned red instantly. She tried to calm down:

"Um… Humph, you're also very amazing."

Looking at the shy appearance of the young witch, the smile on Harry's face became even brighter.

The group of young wizards stopped, and Professor McGonagall stood in front, using Transfiguration to create a four-legged stool, and then placed an old wizard's hat on it.

The hat was covered with patches, dirty and old, and had a shiny sheen. Both Harry and Hermione disliked it very much.

Professor McGonagall raised her hand slightly, and the hall became silent.

At this moment, a wide crack opened on the hat, forming a strange face with the wrinkles on it.

The hat actually began to sing, its singing voice hoarse, like a medieval tune, which sounded quite good.

When the song ended, the whole place burst into applause, and the hat bowed slightly, which was quite polite.

At this point, all the first-year wizards knew the true process of the Sorting Ceremony through the Sorting Hat's lyrics, and they complained about scaring their relatives.

Ron even said angrily:

"I'm going to kill Fred! He told me we had to fight a troll!"

Harry was also a little helpless. These wizards were too mischievous. It seemed that this was everyone's unanimous tradition, to scare the first-year wizards every time.

This also put Harry at ease, at least there wouldn't be bloodshed at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall walked forward a few steps, holding a roll of parchment in her hand. She faced the many young wizards and said:

"When I call your name, put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for sorting. Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-cheeked little witch with two golden braids walked forward, sat on the four-legged stool, and put on the hat, which just covered her eyes.

After a while, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Hufflepuff!"

The little wizards at the table on the right applauded and cheered, welcoming her to sit at their table.

The Hufflepuff wizards were indeed very kind.

"Susan Bones," Professor McGonagall continued.

"Hufflepuff!" Susan quickly ran to Hannah's side. These two little witches had been on the same boat before and had become friends.

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!" The second on the left clapped, but the applause of the studious Ravenclaws was more reserved.

"Lavender Brown!"

"Gryffindor!" This was Gryffindor's first freshman, and the applause of the brave lions was the loudest.

After that, several more young wizards were sorted, and soon it was Hermione's turn.

"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall called out.

Hermione looked very nervous. Harry felt his hand being held by a small hand, which was full of cold sweat.

Harry reached out his other hand and patted Miss Otter's head again:

"Go ahead, there's nothing to be nervous about."

Hermione gradually relaxed, nodded slightly to Harry, and put on the dirty Sorting Hat.

"Gryffindor!"

Hermione's sorting made Harry a little strange. He originally thought Hermione would be sorted into Ravenclaw, after all, she was a studious little witch.

But he didn't expect her to be sorted into Gryffindor. It seemed that this was also a very brave little otter.

When Neville, who was always losing his toad, was called, the result was also beyond Harry's expectations.

The hat took a long time to make a decision, and finally shouted Gryffindor.

This meant that although Neville looked weak, he did not lack courage.

Harry felt that he might be able to develop Neville into a confidant, that child now worshiped him.

After hearing Malfoy's voice, the blond little wizard swaggered forward.

The hat may not have even touched his hair before it immediately shouted loudly:

"Slytherin!"

Malfoy was obviously very satisfied with the sorting and joined his little brothers, Goyle and Crabbe.

Harry envied this little wizard who liked to wet his pants. At least he didn't have to get his hair dirty by the dirty hat.

After Malfoy, there were not many remaining young wizards.

Moon… Nott… Parkinson… followed by the Pettier twins… Sally-Anne Perks…

Finally, it was finally…

"Harry Potter!" Even Professor McGonagall's voice became slightly excited.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Harry, and they curiously looked at the boy who lived.

Numerous buzzing whispers intertwined, like the hissing sound of small flames.

"Potter, is he Harry Potter?" This was a curious Hufflepuff wizard who had been trying to see the lightning scar through Harry's bangs, but couldn't see clearly because of the distance.

"Wow, our Harry is so handsome!" This was a Slytherin witch in her third year, youthful and ignorant, her eyes shining as she constantly looked at Harry's face.

And because of the nourishment of magic, Harry's height was obviously taller than the first-year wizards, almost as tall as the second-year, and becoming more and more handsome, approaching perfection.

These ignorant little witches couldn't resist Harry's charm!