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

It was a very peculiar feeling. Harry couldn't describe it exactly, but it was as if his body instinctively told him he was about to cross over.

Harry was a little excited. His knowledge was not as good as the Supreme Mage, at least not now.

If the magical knowledge of the wizarding world were given to the Supreme Mage, it would surely bloom into even more brilliant flowers.

Harry didn't plan to hide anything from the Supreme Mage. Crossing over was not unfamiliar to her. Many creatures in the multiverse accidentally crossed dimensions and came to other worlds.

Perhaps the wizarding world was one of those dimensions, but Harry instinctively felt that the wizarding world crossing over to another world was not that simple.

The distance between the wizarding world and another world was far beyond his imagination, and even outside the scope of the traditional multiverse!

Harry found his dormitory in a room. Inside the dormitory were five four-poster beds, draped with deep red velvet curtains.

This was the classic color scheme of Gryffindor, and the decorations in the common room were mostly crimson and gold.

Harry's roommates were also people he knew well: Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom.

The four young wizards were very happy. They were actually roommates with the savior!

The five of them found their beds, and their luggage had already been placed by the house-elves.

Ron sat on the bed and said to Harry through the curtains:

"The food today was so rich. It seems that our food will be very good in the future.

Wait, get away, Scabbers, don't gnaw on my sheets."

Harry shook his head, opened his suitcase, and took out a large number of magical materials. Ron noticed this and was a little curious:

"Harry, why did you buy so many magical materials? I remember the Potions class doesn't need that much."

Harry didn't hide anything: "I'm learning wand-making. I want to make more powerful wands, and making contract scrolls for lending magic also requires a lot of magical materials."

"Can you really lend magic?" Ron was a little skeptical. "I thought you were joking before."

The matter of lending magic would be exposed sooner or later, so Harry prepared to lay the groundwork first.

He had read in "Born Noble: The Inheritance of Bloodline Wizards" that some wizards were born with the ability to use their bloodline to cast some magical spells.

And the Potter family was also an ancient wizarding family with a long history. No one knew whether the Potter family had hidden bloodline powers.

A bloodline wizard plus the identity of the savior was enough for Harry to explain the lending of magic.

"Of course, I know a lot of bloodline magic, like this one." Harry reached out to the empty space in front of him, his hand seemingly disappearing into a vortex, and took out a large number of Muggle snacks.

He handed these snacks to Ron and the others, and seeing their curious looks, he explained to them:

"This is a pocket space that can store items. It can hold a lot of things. The space inside is still relatively small now, but it can become larger."

In fact, this was a pocket dimension, and the space inside could infinitely increase with Harry's magic consumption.

But the wizarding world obviously didn't understand the concept of dimensions, so Harry could only use space instead.

At the same time, if a large number of pocket dimension magic were lent out in the future, and the internal space was as large as his, even he would find it difficult to maintain.

So he tried to make the internal space of the pocket dimension smaller, so that the borrower only needed to maintain a very small space.

Harry felt like he was a genius!

"This is so cool!" Seamus squeezed next to Harry, looking at the vortex floating in the air with sparkling eyes, wanting to touch it, but he couldn't touch it without Harry's permission:

"If you can really lend magic, can you lend it to me first?"

The others also said in unison: "And us, we also want to have our own pocket space."

Just after school started, Harry became the undisputed leader of the dormitory by virtue of Muggle snacks and the promise of lending magic.

… … … … … …

Hogwarts, eighth floor, Headmaster's office.

The walls of this office were covered with portraits of former headmasters. Some were snoring in their frames, some were reading, and some were interacting with the current headmaster.

Among the many frames, a woman with a kind face suddenly appeared in an empty frame. She said to Dumbledore, who was sitting in a chair and teasing the phoenix Fawkes:

"It seems that our little savior possesses some magical abilities.

Dumbledore, I learned from other portraits that Harry seems to have the ability to directly touch souls, and can also share this ability with others.

How did he describe this ability? Lending! That's right, that's the word!"

"Lending, what an evil word!"

Another portrait loudly rebuked. Inside this portrait was a middle-aged wizard with a long beard. He was wearing a medieval gentleman's suit and looked very gentlemanly, but he always gave people a mean feeling. He issued a warning:

"Dumbledore, you should lock him up and find out what lending is. I remember this word is mostly used by Muggle vampire bankers and demons in stories and biographies."

"Shut up, Black. You're just dissatisfied that the savior isn't in Slytherin. If Harry was a Slytherin wizard, you would have a different face." The kind witch who spoke just now said with disgust.

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"Damn Dilys, you…"

Seeing that the two former headmasters were about to quarrel, Dumbledore quickly changed the subject:

"I have been paying attention to Harry, watching him grow up since he was a child. He is a kind and friendly child, just like Lily was.

Perhaps 'lending' is just his talent, like some kind of bloodline magic, just like his destiny to become a savior.

He will never become an evil wizard. I think we should observe him and wait for me to find an opportunity to talk to him."

Dumbledore's words were agreed by many portraits, and Dilys directly expressed her support for Dumbledore's approach. She also believed that Harry was a kind child.

Even if Black was a little dissatisfied, he also agreed, after all, they were just a portrait, and the current headmaster was still Dumbledore.

When Dumbledore made a decision, they couldn't change it.

… … … … … …

The next day, on their second day at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron walked out of the dormitory together and headed towards the classroom.

From today onwards, their courses would officially begin.

Perhaps it was because Harry was too famous, but wherever the two went, they would always be surrounded by other young wizards, as if Harry was something new and strange.

"It's over there, look quickly."

"Which way?"

"That tall, dark-haired little wizard, he's very handsome."

"Oh my god, I saw him. Is he Harry Potter?"

"It's a pity I didn't see the lightning scar."

Harry smiled at the group of chattering little witches staring at him, and as they whispered in surprise, he continued to walk towards the classroom.