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

Professor McGonagall lowered her head in thought, sighing, "It's highly likely Slytherin will win. Compared to Slytherin, who are all pure-blood families, very few Gryffindor students have had any prior flying training, not to mention someone like Malfoy who has even had professional training from professional players."

Although Professor McGonagall desperately wanted her own house to win, after rational analysis, she understood that it was almost impossible.

Even if the Gryffindor students were very talented, without training, without realizing their potential, they would not be a match for the Slytherin students with long-term flying experience.

"Oh, really? I think Gryffindor will win." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, a gentle light twinkling within, "Don't forget Harry. His father, James, was very talented, and besides, he's the Savior. I believe the Savior can create miracles!"

Professor McGonagall didn't expect Dumbledore to have so much confidence in Harry. "But James also became an excellent Seeker after a long period of training. Harry is the Savior, that's true, but the prophecy didn't say Harry had Quidditch talent."

Dumbledore didn't refute. He wore a faint smile on his face, turned to look at Professor McGonagall beside him, and said softly:

"In that case, let's wait and see if Harry can bring us a miracle."

Seeing Dumbledore's confident demeanor, Professor McGonagall's originally calm heart also quietly rippled, and a hint of anticipation couldn't help but grow in her heart: "Let's hope you're right. Let's see."

In the sky, accompanied by Madam Hooch's whistle, the players shot out like arrows, the game had begun!

As Professor McGonagall had predicted, as soon as the two sides made contact, the Slytherin students completely suppressed the Gryffindor students.

The Slytherin students had obviously undergone special Quidditch training and had a certain foundation. Among them, Pansy was so outstanding that she could even use advanced moves like feints to break through.

Although still very young, it was more than enough to deal with the even younger Gryffindor students.

Soon, Slytherin scored five goals, while Gryffindor only managed to score one by chance.

Pansy slammed the Quaffle hard into the Gryffindor goal, then sharply pulled up her broom, hovering high beside the goalpost, looking down at the Gryffindor players:

"Look at your embarrassed appearance, like children who have just learned to walk, and you want to compete in Quidditch with Slytherin? I think you should learn to fly first!"

Her words aroused dissatisfaction among many Gryffindor students, and the students watching below retorted loudly, but in the face of reality, they were weak. The brave little lions were suppressed by the little snakes.

Seeing the reaction of the Gryffindor players, Pansy raised her head, looking proud, but her eyes were fixed on Harry, hoping to get his attention.

This left Harry speechless. As expected of a young girl, she was actually using this method to gain the attention of the person she liked.

However, Slytherin has always been about the survival of the fittest, so this was not surprising.

Malfoy also noticed the situation there, a cunning smile appearing on his face as he continued to entangle Harry, trying to disturb his flight and prevent him from catching the Golden Snitch.

Malfoy originally planned to catch the Golden Snitch ahead of Harry, bringing this Quidditch match to an early end.

But he quickly gave up on this plan. Harry's flying talent was too good, leaving him astonished.

Although he was still a little unfamiliar with flying at the beginning, as time passed, Harry's flying skills visibly improved, darting left and right in the arena, as agile as a gust of wind.

This shocked him. He never thought that someone's Quidditch talent could be so outstanding, simply inhuman!

If those Quidditch players were geniuses, then Harry was a genius among geniuses.

This reminded him of a saying, 'Genius is only the threshold to see me.' This sentence perfectly applied to Harry.

Damn it, how could someone be so perfect? Perfect magical talent, perfect personality, perfect appearance, and even his Quidditch talent was so perfect. Perhaps… perhaps even the Dark Lord didn't have Harry's talent!

Is this the Savior?

Too terrifying!

However, Harry's performance also made Malfoy determined to defeat Harry in this game.

He had a premonition that if he lost this game, he might never have the chance to defeat Harry in his life.

The gap between them would not shrink with the passage of time, but only grow larger and larger!

So, he simply gave up chasing the Golden Snitch and focused all his attention on Harry.

He was like a piece of chewing gum that couldn't be shaken off, sticking tightly to Harry's side on his broom.

As long as Harry made a slight movement, he would immediately follow, either deliberately blocking Harry's view, or using his broom to rub against Harry's flight path, trying to disrupt Harry's rhythm and prevent him from finding the Golden Snitch with peace of mind.

This tactic was very rogue-like, but it was very effective.

Even professional players had no way to stop this method. As long as he stuck to Harry, allowing the other Slytherin players to continue scoring, Slytherin would ultimately win.

Although this method was a bit despicable, Slytherin never scrupled at anything. Victory was their only pursuit!

He could already imagine himself winning, being celebrated as a hero by many Slytherin students.

But what he wanted to see most was Harry's unwilling face. Although he knew there was a huge gap between himself and Harry, he wanted to win against Harry once!

Thinking of this, Malfoy was a little smug, interfering with Harry while grinning and saying, "Potter, I admit you're very talented, but you alone can't win the game. As long as I hold you back, victory belongs to Slytherin!"

In the multiverse world, teleportation doors can always be used instead of traveling, Harry rarely uses a flying broom, and has never combined a flying broom with telekinesis.

Until now, he took advantage of the game to combine the two, and now he has reached the final stage.

Hearing Malfoy's words, Harry was not angry, feeling that Malfoy was also very cute. Presumably, if his hope of victory was completely shattered, he and little Pansy would cry for a long time.

Harry smiled mischievously and deliberately said, "Are you sure? I just wanted to make the game last a little longer. Did you think you could really stop me? Maybe it's time to end this boring game!"

Malfoy suddenly had an ominous premonition, but after thinking about it, he didn't find anything wrong, and continued to stubbornly say, "Don't pretend, Harry, you won't have a chance to shake me off!"

Harry didn't answer, but proved it with facts.

Telekinesis was added to the flying broom, and the speed of the dilapidated flying broom suddenly increased, like a sharp arrow instantly甩掉 Malfoy, flying towards a golden shadow that flashed by.

He quickly found the trace of the Golden Snitch through perception, supported his body with one hand, and swooped down with the other to grab it!