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

Filch, his face dark like a thundercloud, approached them step by step, clutching the old broom handle he used to punish students.

Seeing this, Peeves' eyes were full of glee, as if he could already see the disheveled appearance of these little wizards being punished. He laughed loudly, as if his prank had succeeded.

But just as the little wizards were trembling with fear, thinking they were about to be scolded harshly by Filch and then given detention, something strange happened.

The moment Filch saw them, his advancing footsteps suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became very strange.

His lips moved, but he didn't say anything. Then, he turned around without a word and left!

This made the little wizards very puzzled and relieved.

Only Peeves chased after Filch and shouted, "Filch, didn't you see? There's a group of little wizards wandering around at night, go catch them!"

But Filch still didn't react, as if he hadn't heard, and continued to stride resolutely into the distant night.

Peeves panicked. His prank was about to fail. He said anxiously, "Filch!"

Filch still didn't answer.

Peeves raised his voice again: "Aaaaah, Filch!"

"… …"

Peeves completely broke down. He kept making strange faces in front of Filch, trying to attract Filch's attention, but always to no avail.

Finally, with a hint of a sob, he said, "Filch, say something! Say something!"

Filch remained silent, and just walked away, gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, leaving behind only the collapsed Peeves, revealing a 'played out' expression.

The little wizards looked at each other, all bewildered by this sudden change.

Crabbe and Goyle widened their eyes, their faces full of confusion, staring blankly at Filch's departing back.

After a while, Crabbe nudged Goyle with his elbow, muttering in a rough voice:

"Hey, what's up with Filch? Usually, when he sees us doing something wrong, he rushes over like a crazed giant, baring his fangs and claws. Why did he turn around and leave today?"

Goyle scratched his messy hair, frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "How should I know! Did he suddenly change his personality? But it's too strange. The look on his face just now was like he'd seen a Boggart."

Malfoy was also very puzzled, but compared to his two followers, he deliberately maintained his so-called pure-blood aristocratic etiquette, without yelling, but his eyes kept scanning, hoping to find the reason.

Soon he noticed Ron smirking, and immediately realized that Ron knew why, so he quickly asked, "Redhead, do you know why Filch suddenly left?"

Ron had been looking forward to Malfoy asking him. As soon as he heard this, his chin instantly lifted higher, his nostrils almost pointing to the sky, and the smugness on his face was almost overflowing.

He raised his voice, deliberately dragging out his tone, and sneered, "Heh heh, Malfoy, are you ever clueless? Let me tell you, Filch is already Harry's debtor. If he doesn't want to lose his ability to use magic, he definitely won't easily offend Harry!"

Malfoy naturally knew that Harry could cure Squibs, but he didn't know the specifics.

Now that he knew, he looked at Harry strangely. So, his method of curing was lending? This didn't seem like the ability a savior would have.

As the direct descendant of a pure-blood family, he naturally knew the various benefits of lending.

Just the Squibs manipulated through lending were an absolutely loyal force!

Malfoy suddenly shuddered. The fear that had only recently subsided surged from his heart again. He suddenly realized that if Harry wanted to become the third Dark Lord…

These Squibs would be the most outstanding Death Eaters!

No, no, no, Harry shouldn't be that kind of person. He's a good person… right?

Malfoy touched his neck. The phantom pain from almost being beheaded still lingered. He suddenly wasn't sure about his guess.

This savior was extremely strange!

Suddenly, Malfoy noticed someone staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He looked in that direction, and then he was horrified to find that it was Harry Potter!

Only Harry's smile was still gentle and bright, but the words he spoke didn't sound like a savior:

"Malfoy, I remember that your family is an ancient pure-blood family. You have good talent, but you can't display the abilities a pure-blood should have. If you want to improve yourself, you can come to me. I can make Squibs cast spells, and I can make wizards even stronger."

Malfoy was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

He was indeed somewhat dissatisfied with his talent. Although he was very powerful compared to ordinary little wizards, he didn't have the appearance a pure-blood should have.

In his mind, pure-bloods should be absolutely powerful, completely above other wizards. Only in this way could the nobility of pure-bloods be reflected, instead of just being expressed through words and wealth like now.

Therefore, he couldn't refuse Harry's proposal. He was completely tempted!

After Filch left, Peeves was demoralized and had no intention of continuing to cause trouble. Hermione and Pansy's duel proceeded as scheduled.

The duel between the two was outstanding for first-years, and they were both able to skillfully use some spells that upperclassmen only learned.

After a battle, the result was as Harry had expected. Hermione used an impeccable Disarming Charm to knock Pansy's wand away. The result of this duel ended with Hermione's victory.

After losing the match, Pansy's face was pale, as if all the color had been drained from her. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and finally glanced at Harry before running away in tears.

She cried because she lost. She really wasn't qualified to follow Harry.

But she wouldn't give up. Instead, she would work harder until she defeated Hermione, avenged her shame, and regained everything that belonged to her!

She, Pansy Parkinson, would return as a champion!

After the match, the little wizards returned to their respective common rooms.

On the way back, Harry touched Hermione's head and praised, "Hermione, you're very powerful. I believe you will definitely become a great wizard in the future."

Harry decided to encourage Hermione from time to time to cultivate her confidence. The future Hermione would share his worries, making it easier for him to slack off.

Hermione was slightly startled at first. Then, a blush quickly crept up her cheeks, and even her earlobes turned red: "Thank you, Harry. I will definitely become a great wizard!"

However, there was one thing Hermione didn't say, and that was that she had to follow closely behind Harry and not fall too far behind Harry!

Seeing that the encouragement was very effective, Harry's heart was full of joy, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

As the three walked, Harry suddenly stopped, his eyes staring straight into the depths of a dark corridor.

The corridor was hidden in the darkness, filled with a mysterious aura.

Harry frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes. He could clearly sense that a powerful magical fluctuation was coming from there!

Happy New Year, I wish everyone good health, harmony, good fortune, and all the best in the new year!