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

Without knowing when, Professor Quirrell suddenly appeared in front of Harry. He had completely changed from his usual timid, nervous, and stuttering appearance. He was surrounded by a layer of frost, exuding a chilling aura.

His lips trembled slightly, and the veins on his tightly clenched fists bulged. He was extremely angry, roaring in his heart:

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"How dare he ignore me, as if I were an insignificant, transparent person? Why is everyone's attention focused on him, while I am dispensable?"

Seeing that Harry didn't react at all after his angry shout, but just stared at him with deep eyes full of mockery, Quirrell couldn't help but shout angrily again:

"Potter, answer me, did you hear my question just now? What is the Imperius Curse, and what are its characteristics and effects?"

Harry was a little impatient, not knowing what Quirrell was going crazy about, actually disturbing his research on magic.

Didn't he know his own teaching level?

Harry decided to use this opportunity to teach Quirrell a severe lesson and make him behave.

It would be better to wait quietly for death to come, why jump out and act like a clown? Is it very interesting?

Harry replied indifferently: "The Imperius Curse is one of the three Unforgivable Curses. It can control a person's thoughts and actions, making the cursed person act completely according to the caster's wishes, losing self-awareness and the ability to act independently."

Even though Harry answered, Quirrell was obviously looking for trouble and didn't want to end it like this. A trace of sinister flashed in his eyes, and he raised his voice, asking again:

"When encountering the Avada Kedavra curse, what is the best way to defend against it?"

"The best way is to try to avoid it as much as possible, quickly move your position, and use surrounding objects as cover," Harry replied without thinking.

However, seeing that Quirrell was about to ask another question, Harry frowned slightly. He didn't have that much time to waste with this fool, Quirrell.

He showed a mocking expression and ridiculed Quirrell before he could ask another question:

"Professor Quirrell, your teaching method is really unique. Always reading from the book is not as fast as letting students read the book directly.

I suggest that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class can be changed to self-study in the future, or let Professor Snape be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You are really not worthy!

In short, taking your class is a waste of my time!"

Quirrell's face flushed instantly, his breathing became rapid and heavy, like a powder keg that had been ignited, about to explode. His eyes widened, staring fiercely at Harry, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"You… you ignorant brat!" Quirrell really didn't expect Harry to be so bold as to directly ridicule a professor. "I am a professor, how dare you be so rude? Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little fame?"

Harry met Quirrell's angry gaze and said calmly:

"Sorry, Professor, please forgive my rudeness, but what I said is true. Your class is full of loopholes and lacks any quality. You really can't teach us anything.

Why don't we have a duel, give you a chance to show your spell level in front of many classmates, so as not to really be a good-for-nothing, unable to even beat a student."

Quirrell's face turned green and white. He gnashed his teeth, squeezing the words out from between them:

"Okay, since you want to challenge a professor, I will grant your wish. Don't be beaten to a pulp later, crying and begging me to let you go!"

Quirrell had a fake smile on his face, saying polite words, but secretly gritting his teeth in his heart, determined to give Harry a good beating.

This was a perfect opportunity. Although Dumbledore was there, he didn't dare to kill Harry in order to get the Philosopher's Stone, but he could make Harry lie in bed for a few months, slightly venting the anger in his heart.

And after a few months, the great master would return, and then Harry Potter would definitely be killed!

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the tables and chairs were hastily pushed to the sides, clearing a spacious area. The air was filled with a mixture of tension and excitement. The young wizards formed a circle, looking forward to this magical duel.

They didn't expect that in just a few minutes, it would develop like this, with the savior and the professor having a magical duel.

The young wizards looked at the two people in the arena and discussed in low voices.

"Who do you want to win?"

"Of course, Potter, he is the savior, and he is also very nice. Besides, he is right, Professor Quirrell is just a good-for-nothing, he doesn't know anything except the content in the book."

"I also hope Harry wins, but it's too difficult. Even if Professor Quirrell is weak, he is still a professor, decades older than Harry. This is a difficult distance to overcome."

"That's right, Harry is too young. If he were an upperclassman, with his talent, he might have a chance to defeat Professor Quirrell, but he is only a first-year student now, and he hasn't mastered many spells. He shouldn't be a match for the professor."

A fanatical fan of the savior immediately retorted:

"Harry is the savior, there is nothing he can't do. He has broken all kinds of records, proving to us that nothing is impossible.

How could there have been a first-year potions master, or a first-year Quidditch player, or a savior who defeated the Dark Lord as soon as he was born!

I believe Harry will definitely defeat Quirrell, just like he once defeated the Dark Lord!"

This young wizard's statement resonated with many young wizards, and they cheered for Harry.

Hermione and Ron were the same. Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, while Ron was much more carefree. In his heart, Harry was invincible and omnipotent!

Professor Quirrell stood at one end of the arena, his usual timid appearance gone, replaced by a look of ferocity and determination: "You will pay the price for your arrogance, Harry Potter!"

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Harry took out his wand, without responding to Quirrell's taunt, but carefully sensing Quirrell's magic power.

The Supreme Mage once said that you only talk when you can't beat them, don't talk nonsense if you can beat them.

The Supreme Mage also said that you have to do your best to deal with insects.

Oh, this Supreme Mage is not the Ancient One, but Harry.

Harry is also the Supreme Mage, so what the Supreme Mage said is correct!

Little Miss Hannah, as the referee, took a deep breath, her rosy lips gently held the whistle, and her cheeks bulged slightly.

As a crisp and sharp whistle sound pierced the air, this highly anticipated battle officially began!

Quirrell took the lead, he waved his wand violently, shouting: "Incendio!"

A scorching column of fire, like an angry fire dragon, rushed towards Harry, distorting the air wherever it went.

Although he could dodge it, Harry still stood still. He had a better way to deal with it.

He showed a slight smile and waved his wand confidently, using the newly created electromagnetic force magic!

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