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

Filch was a disheveled middle-aged man who looked very haggard.

He had thinning, graying hair, and a hunched back, seemingly suffering from arthritis or some other ailment.

He was thin and gaunt, with loose skin, and his eyes bulged like light bulbs, his gaze gloomy and sharp, always warily surveying his surroundings, even in the Great Hall.

His clothes were very old and worn, even Ron's old robes looked better than his.

But the Maine Coon cat at his feet was very beautiful, though a little thin, its fur was very clean.

Harry sensed scattered traces of magic from this unremarkable Mr. Filch, some belonging to him, chaotic and unorganized, impossible to mobilize, and most were remnants of spells cast by others.

He quickly determined that Mr. Filch was a Squib in the wizarding world, born into a wizarding family, but a pitiful person unable to cast spells.

He worked at Hogwarts, a school of magic, but could not cast spells, only able to watch the young wizards cast spells, and was very likely to be discriminated against by some wizards.

If it were worse, mischievous young wizards like Ron's older brothers, Fred and George, might even cast hexes on him, playing pranks on him.

These simple jokes in the eyes of young wizards were a terrible harm to Mr. Filch.

It seemed that this Mr. Filch would be willing to give even his soul to gain magic, wouldn't he?

Harry didn't need much, loyalty, free passage at night, and a few insignificant Galleons would be enough.

He didn't expect Mr. Filch to have any powerful magical talent, after all, a Squib's talent shouldn't be as strong as a wizard's.

So, what kind of magic could he give this poor man?

The most basic telekinesis was essential, it was both convenient and had a certain combat capability, it was almost perfect magic.

Perhaps he could also give him a magical tracking spell, or a spirit vision detection spell.

They would be excellent weapons against those ignorant, nocturnal young wizards!

A mischievous smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of Harry's lips.

Dumbledore's words continued: "So, finally, I give you one word, and that is: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

The other young wizards looked confused, not knowing what these words meant.

Hermione saw the mischievous look on Harry's face and thought he knew, so she asked:

"Harry, do you know what Headmaster Dumbledore's words mean?"

Harry was stunned, then immediately realized, he did know:

"Those are the nicknames the four houses have for each other.

Ravenclaw sees everyone else as nitwits, Gryffindor sees everyone else as crybabies, Slytherin sees everyone else as dregs, and as for the most gentle little badgers, they think the young wizards of the above three houses are too tweaked.

Of course, this is also my guess."

"I see." Hermione's eyes sparkled as she looked at Harry.

Harry was so amazing, this was content not found in books.

Dumbledore's speech ended in an instant, and Harry's affection for this kind old wizard grew.

He was very similar to the Ancient One, both were very efficient, for example, the Ancient One would immediately start with forbidden spells when encountering demons invading Earth.

And Dumbledore didn't ramble like those Muggle world headmasters, they should be the same kind of person.

As Dumbledore's speech ended, the banquet officially began.

Harry sensed subtle spatial fluctuations, and the next moment, a large amount of food appeared on the plates.

Roast lamb, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, french fries, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, ketchup…

It must be said that although the magic power of the wizarding world is not very good, it is very convenient, and many basic spells involve extremely deep knowledge of Kamar-Taj.

For example, the Repairing Charm, Reparo, involves the mysteries of time, which is magic that only the Ancient One and a very small number of senior mages can master.

Like the food that suddenly appeared just now, you can't do it without deep magical attainments.

Harry gradually discovered that the magic of the wizarding world was not without its characteristics, but compared to Kamar-Taj, which needed to face the invasion of dimensional demons, the magic of the wizarding world focused more on daily life.

Perhaps it was also for this reason that the food in the wizarding world tasted really good, even though Harry had eaten delicacies from many places, the food at Hogwarts could still give him a different sense of freshness.

Ron was eating two chicken legs with relish, and he wanted to continue eating after he finished them, but he was startled by a transparent head that suddenly appeared just as he was about to grab another one.

It was a male ghost unlike those of the present day, he was wearing a ruff collar, like a knight.

Seeing that he had startled the young wizards, the ghost smiled contentedly:

"Hello, welcome to Gryffindor!"

Ron carefully looked at the ghost's appearance, and after a moment he remembered something, pointing at the ghost and saying:

"I know who you are, my two brothers told me about you, you're that 'Nearly Headless Nick'!"

Nick's face darkened: "I think, I still prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington!"

A young wizard named Seamus Finnigan asked curiously:

"Nearly Headless, how did you nearly get your head chopped off?"

Harry immediately guessed what the next scene would be, and immediately lowered his head and didn't look at Sir Nicholas.

Sure enough, afterwards, many young wizards exclaimed, and Hermione was so frightened that she tightly grabbed Harry's arm.

Seeing the bloody severed neck, all the young wizards except Harry suddenly lost their appetite.