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

Chapter 30 Tony Stark

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Flying class was also a favorite among the young wizards, and it was taught by Madam Rolanda Hooch, as the young wizards called her.

She seemed to possess some kind of mysterious bloodline, with extraordinary gray hair and yellow, eagle-like eyes.

Her eyes were sharp and stern, inspiring awe, and Harry suspected that her eyesight far exceeded that of ordinary wizards.

Flying class was on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, and Madam Hooch didn't let the young wizards try flying in either of those classes.

In the first flying class, Madam Hooch talked about the points to note when flying, and that safety was the most important thing compared to the speed of flight.

In the second class, the young wizards were given a broken broomstick, but they were only asked to summon the broom, to make it fly from the ground into their hand.

Harry quickly completed this step, but many young wizards couldn't do it even by the end of the second class; poor Ron was one of them.

On Friday, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were eating together in the Great Hall.

The usual meals weren't as luxurious as the Sorting Ceremony, but they weren't bad either, just not as many varieties.

Ron kept adding sugar to his oatmeal porridge and asked:

"What classes do we have today?"

Hermione took a bite of pumpkin pie, her cheeks bulging as she replied, "We have two potions classes with the Slytherin students this morning."

Ron's smiling face immediately twisted into a bitter expression:

"Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin House, and George and Fred both say he favors his own students, and his face, it's so nasty and hard; today is truly an unlucky day."

Harry wasn't as worried as Ron; the professor's attitude wouldn't affect him, even if Professor Snape would deliberately target him.

Perhaps this morning, after being bullied by James Potter, the poor Professor Snape would be bullied by his son.

Just then, the sound of wings vibrating the air rang out.

Owls flew in from the windows in the roof, circling in the sky, dropping letters.

The mail had arrived; many letters were dropped down by owls every day.

They would find the recipient of the mail and drop the letters or packages in front of them or on their laps.

Only then did Harry realize that owls, these seemingly simple creatures, were not ordinary; they also possessed a faint magic, and their ability to find targets was very strong; perhaps more precise object-finding spells could be researched from them.

Harry had no relatives outside, only the Dursleys, three parasites.

The three of them didn't need to mail Harry letters; they only needed to pray to him in their hearts, and he could receive their messages and talk to them.

This was also an authority of the Dimensional God; although Harry didn't have a Dimensional God, he had this ability.

Even the Ancient One was very puzzled by this; she guessed it was related to a powerful force called 'Chaos Magic,' but it was a little different; Harry seemed even more—special?

Even the Ancient One could only describe it that way.

Therefore, Hathaway had not brought Harry any packages so far, but she would come to see Harry every day.

Just like now, standing on Harry's shoulder, eating the toast that Harry placed by her mouth.

Finally, after Harry stroked her head, smoothed her feathers, and cast a 'Scourgify' cleaning charm, she returned to the owlery to play with the other owls.

However, today was a little different; after eating a piece of toast, she placed a note in front of Harry, which read:

"Dear Harry,

I know you don't have class on Friday afternoon, I wonder if you could come over and have tea with me at three in the afternoon?

I would love to know how your first week has been, please let Hathaway give me a reply. —Hagrid"

Harry gently flicked the silver spoon, briefly turning it into a quill, and wrote on the note:

"Of course, I would be delighted, see you this afternoon."

He handed the note to Hathaway, rubbed her cute little head, and let her fly away.

After finishing breakfast, the trio left the Great Hall and walked down the stairs towards the basement.

The potions classroom was located in the dungeons of Hogwarts Castle, which suited Professor Snape very well; in Harry's eyes, Professor Snape was like a big bat, and quite greasy.

Harry thought maliciously, was it because Professor Snape was too unclean that his mother distanced herself from him?

The underground was quite cold, and Hermione tightened her robes, moving closer to Harry.

Harry gradually realized that Hermione seemed to rely on him too much.

This wouldn't do; Miss Otter had many advantages: brave, smart, kind, fearless, and more talented than most young wizards.

She should have her own shining points, able to stand alone in a high place and shine, instead of just becoming candlelight and being too close to the sun.

Harry had even thought about letting Hermione become the Sorcerer Supreme of this world after he retired, so he should cultivate Hermione from a young age.

As for what he would do after he retired, well~ the Vishanti were a good example.

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Just as Harry was thinking about how to make Hermione more confident, he suddenly paused.

At this time, he had just passed through the door of the potions classroom, but what was in front of him was not the potions classroom, but a strange cave.

The cave was dimly lit and damp, but Harry quickly adapted; a faint, imperceptible, brilliant spiritual light flashed in his pupils, and he saw the scene inside the cave clearly.

In front of him were many sundries, various mechanical parts, missile wreckage, screwdrivers, and broken wooden boxes.

Harry frowned slightly, isolating the thick smell of sweat and mustiness from the outside world, and then he felt much better.

Without a doubt, he had crossed over again, crossed over to a multiverse world.

But what puzzled him was that, unlike crossing back to the wizarding world, he did not return to the position he had crossed from, but had come to a strange cave.

Then the question came, where was he now?

At this moment, a questioning voice came from a corner in front:

"Hey, Pajama Baby, where did you come from, why did you suddenly appear?"

Harry looked forward and saw two dirty men looking at him with surprise in a corner where various parts were piled up.

One of them had a bald head like Filch, wearing glasses and looking quite refined, but his jacket and lining were full of stains, looking very embarrassed.

The other had a scruffy beard, was no cleaner, his head was greasy and almost like a big bat.

He casually draped a coat, which was very ill-fitting, and the coat half-covered a circular luminous body, which was embedded in his chest, and he didn't know what it was for.

It was he who had just asked the question, and now he was looking at Harry in disbelief.

To Harry's surprise, he knew this dirty man; it was Tony Stark, who had been missing in Afghanistan for a long time in the news reports!

Harry quickly realized what the situation was now; Tony Stark had been kidnapped.

And he had crossed over to the place where Tony Stark was kidnapped.