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

Seeing the two young wizards getting along so well, Professor McGonagall nodded and thought for a moment, saying:

"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can make an exception and recruit a first-year student. We need a Quidditch team that's even better than last year's.

We were utterly defeated by the Slytherin team in the last match. I haven't dared to face Snape for weeks..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with anticipation, and she said decisively:

"Harry, your talent for flying is obvious to all. You are the hope of the Gryffindor team. I will buy you a Nimbus 2000. I hope you can use it to defeat Slytherin!"

Harry nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Professor, I won't let you down. I will definitely defeat Slytherin!"

At the same time, Harry thought, with Professor McGonagall's current goodwill towards him, he should be able to ask her for a pass to the Restricted Section after the next class, right?

At dinner, most of the young wizards knew that Harry had been exceptionally recruited into the Quidditch team.

Ron was about to put a steak and kidney pie into his mouth, but he forgot halfway, looking at Harry with envy:

"Seeker? Merlin's pants, you must be the youngest team player in many years!"

"It's been a century!" Hermione leaned close to Harry, correcting Ron's words with pride, as if she had received such an honor.

Many young wizards were paying attention to the situation here. They were all whispering, and there was no doubt that they were talking about the Savior's name.

Since Harry entered school, he has always been a frequent topic of private conversation among the young wizards, from the Savior's identity to the youngest Potions Master, and now the youngest team member.

At first, they may have questioned whether Harry's identity as the Savior was worthy of the name, but now they don't think so at all.

If Harry isn't the Savior, then who is?

Just then, Miss Parkinson, with her short hair, walked briskly towards Harry, her neat short hair swaying slightly with her movements.

She was about to speak to Harry when she suddenly saw Hermione, who was extremely close to Harry, almost clinging to him. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her anger grew rapidly.

At the first sight of Harry, she was captivated by Harry's perfect appearance and elegant demeanor, and developed a good impression of him.

Parkinson had heard the stories of the Dark Lord. The former Dark Lord was just as elegant and powerful when he was at school, but he was far inferior to Harry.

She believed that Harry was destined to be extraordinary in the future, so she wanted to follow Harry, and if possible, she hoped to become Harry's wife.

Seeing Hermione so close to her Savior at this time, the jealousy in her heart completely erupted: "Hermione, I challenge you to a duel!"

Parkinson's sudden outburst surprised everyone around, but Parkinson didn't care about other people's thoughts at all now. Instead, she glared fiercely at Hermione, face to face, and whispered:

"At midnight, we'll meet in the trophy room. Only the winner is qualified to stay by Harry's side!"

Harry was a little speechless. What's going on? Are the young witches these days too precocious?

He remembered when he was twelve years old last time... uh, it seemed to be the same. Some girls also dueled for him.

Harry was a little helpless. He was really a sinful man.

Just as he was about to stop the two of them, what he didn't expect was that Hermione actually agreed:

"Okay, I accept your duel invitation!"

Hermione's reason told her not to agree. This was a violation of school rules.

But after hearing the bet, she couldn't help it. She wanted to prove that she could stay by Harry's side!

As for the school rules, what were those!

The brave otter girl suddenly discovered that the school rules were not as difficult to violate as she had imagined!

After Hermione agreed, Parkinson snorted coldly, then secretly stared at Harry. Seeing him looking at her, her little face turned red, and she trotted away, looking very happy.

And Hermione also clenched her fists tightly, preparing to go back and prepare for battle immediately, determined to defeat Parkinson.

Suddenly, she saw Harry looking at her with a strange look, and she became a little nervous: "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

Harry shook his head, his face full of gentle smiles, just like the Ancient One to him: "No, you did a good job. You are a brave little witch!"

Just as he said before, Hermione has great potential. She should be her own sun!

Ron, who was beside him, saw the interaction between his two companions and muttered in a low voice:

"I almost thought Harry had Veela blood. It's really enviable... disgusting luck with girls!"

............

Hogwarts on Wednesday, the sunlight shone through the stained glass, sprinkling on the ancient corridors. Students hurried to class with books in their arms, their robes sweeping across the ground.

There were two classes in total this morning, Transfiguration and Charms.

After Transfiguration class, Harry asked Professor McGonagall for permission to enter the Restricted Section on the grounds of studying deeper Transfiguration, and she agreed without hesitation.

In the previous class, Harry's performance in Transfiguration had reached the level of upperclassmen, and even in some material transformation aspects, even Professor McGonagall was quite surprised.

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Therefore, she handed the handwritten permission slip to Harry without hesitation, only instructing him before leaving:

"Harry, the Quidditch match is about to begin. If possible, remember to spend more time on Quidditch. Transfiguration can be learned later."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Harry covered his mouth and chuckled. He didn't expect the Transfiguration professor to instruct him to study less Transfiguration and put more energy into Quidditch.

This is enough to show Professor McGonagall's love for Quidditch, and it can also reflect that she is really afraid of losing!

In the subsequent Charms class, Harry also performed exceptionally, fully using various Charms, so Professor Flitwick decisively invited Harry to join the Charms Club.

The Charms Club is similar to the Transfiguration Club, aiming to teach students practical magic skills, allowing students to practice various uses of magic in a safe environment.

The Charms Club gathering time does not conflict with the Transfiguration Club, and Harry naturally agreed.

Time came to the afternoon. Pushing open the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom door, finding a secluded spot to sit down, Harry put more attention on deducing the Railgun array.

Quirrell not only has problems, but is very likely to be a dark wizard, and his teaching level is also very poor.

He can almost only read from the textbook, and knows nothing except the content of the book. Besides that, only the unpleasant smell of garlic all over his body is worth mentioning.

Harry decided to completely give up listening to Defense Against the Dark Arts class and put this time into researching new magic.

But Quirrell is incompetent but meddlesome, and doesn't seem happy with Harry ignoring him.

Just as Harry was gradually getting into the process of deducing the array, a sudden reprimand interrupted his thoughts: "Potter, answer me, did you hear my question just now?"

Putting down the quill, Harry looked up forward.

Some people are going to die, but they still have to trouble others to give them a push.