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

The thrilling magical duel in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread like wildfire throughout every corner of Hogwarts.

Whether in the ancient, deep corridors, the lively common rooms of the four houses, or the remote corners of the Forbidden Forest, everyone knew that the savior Harry Potter had defeated the incompetent Professor Quirrell.

When Dumbledore heard about this, he was flipping through a magic book.

His hand suddenly paused, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and he slowly put down the book, looking through his half-moon glasses at Headmistress Dilys, who had told him about the incident.

"It seems that the young savior has given us another surprise," he murmured.

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At this moment, Phineas Nigellus Black, the most disliked headmaster in Hogwarts history, screeched:

"This is simply a disaster! An uneducated little wizard publicly defeated a professor in class, this is a trampling of Hogwarts' order!"

In Headmistress Dilys's portrait, her originally gentle smiling face straightened slightly, her eyes full of disapproval, and she softly but firmly retorted:

"Phineas, you can't say that, Harry showed courage and wisdom, in the wizarding world, strength should not be bound by identity and seniority."

"That's right!" Apart from a small number of Slytherin headmasters, the other headmasters had a good impression of the Gryffindor savior.

Even some Slytherin headmasters felt the same way.

Dumbledore finally concluded: "The potential of young people is infinite, we should be pleased with Harry's growth. However, Quirrell is injured and will need to rest for at least a month, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is now vacant..."

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a bang, Snape suddenly barged in, his usually gloomy face now ignited with excitement:

"I heard that Quirrell was defeated by Harry and seriously injured, humph, that Quirrell, he only knows how to pretend, he is not worthy of being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Dumbledore, why not let me be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I have a deep understanding of the Dark Arts, and I have full confidence that I can teach students truly practical knowledge and skills!"

Just like Percy said, everyone knows that he is most interested in the Dark Arts, and he has been coveting Quirrell's position for several years.

Now that he has the opportunity, of course he won't miss it!

Dumbledore thought for a moment, nodded, but did not fully agree: "You can temporarily take over as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor while Quirrell is injured, but when Quirrell recovers, you need to return the position to him."

"But..."

Snape wanted to say something, but seeing Dumbledore shaking his head slightly, he knew that he could not change Dumbledore's decision.

He took a deep breath and said dissatisfied, "Dumbledore, you will regret this!"

"Snape, I am the headmaster!" Dumbledore did not take it seriously, he had other uses for Quirrell.

Snape snorted coldly, slammed the door shut, and left.

He was already considering whether to kill Quirrell in private.

The thought of Quirrell, that incompetent waste, being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor made him feel extremely annoyed, it was an insult to him!

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

Defeating Quirrell raised Harry's reputation to a new level, now wherever he went, he would be surrounded by a group of enthusiastic fans.

Some of these fans were overly enthusiastic, even a little crazy, their fiery gazes and bold words made him feel uncomfortable, he could only smile wryly.

Time passed little by little, and before he knew it, night fell.

The castle was shrouded in night, the moonlight was like water,洒在霍格沃茨的每一个角落.

On this quiet night, another unknown duel was about to begin, it was Pansy versus Hermione.

At midnight, in the trophy room, the glass display cases reflected the cold moonlight, the whole room was quiet and still.

Harry watched the two little witches in front of him with interest, Hermione and Pansy stood on either side of the room, the atmosphere was tense.

Earlier at lunch, Pansy challenged Hermione to meet in the trophy room tonight for a secret duel, and now both sides had arrived.

In addition to the two protagonists of the duel, there was also Harry, the alternative protagonist, Ron, Malfoy, and his two cronies.

At this time, except for Harry, the other little wizards were excitedly waiting for the good show to begin.

Little wizards of this age like love stories the most, and stories like Hermione and Pansy fighting for love are even more irresistible to them.

Ron was very excited and his face was red, he grabbed Harry's arm and asked, "Harry, who do you think will win this duel between Hermione and Pansy?"

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, gently rubbing his index finger and thumb against his chin, thinking slightly, and judged:

"It should be Hermione, she often studies in the library and practices spells in private, she is at least at the second-year level, Pansy should not be her opponent."

Harry's voice was not low, and all the little wizards present heard it.

Hearing Harry's affirmation of her strength, Hermione raised her small head, and her head of fluffy brown curly hair swayed slightly with the movement, as if she had already won the game.

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Pansy was very disappointed, but she still pretended to be strong and said, "I will prove to Harry that I will win!"

The atmosphere became more and more tense, Hermione and Pansy held their wands, standing face to face, the tips of their wands flashing with light.

But just as the duel was about to begin, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

A semi-transparent figure passed through the wall without warning and floated in, it was Peeves, the notorious troublemaker of Hogwarts.

His originally wandering eyes lit up like two small light bulbs when he saw the scene in front of him, and he jumped up and down excitedly, letting out a sharp and piercing laugh:

"Hahaha, look what I found, a group of little wizards wandering around at night! Filch, come quickly, catch the little wizards!"

Peeves's sharp voice traveled far in the quiet castle, and soon hurried footsteps sounded, it was Filch who was attracted by Peeves.

The many little wizards were immediately in a mess, they stomped their feet anxiously, and even Malfoy kept muttering: "It's over, it's over!"

If they were really caught by Filch, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Malfoy tried to warn Peeves to shut up: "Shut your mouth, Peeves!"

But Peeves didn't seem to hear him, and didn't take Malfoy's words seriously at all.

Not only that, but he also deliberately raised his voice, shouting several times louder than before: "Come and catch the little wizards! Filch, if you don't come, they'll run away!"

Before long, a familiar and chilling sound of footsteps came from far and near, and a figure that made the little wizards afraid appeared in front of everyone, it was Filch!

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