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

Harry strolled out of the Headmaster's office, a slight smile playing on his lips, unable to hide the satisfaction on his face.

After confirming the reality and danger of the Dimensional Gods, as well as the power they possessed, Dumbledore completely changed his attitude.

Now, Harry had the privilege of entering and leaving the restricted section of the library at will, and any magic, no matter how dangerous, would be open to him.

Secondly, Dumbledore decided to join hands with Harry to promote the reform of the wizarding world, and the spark of this reform would be ignited first in Hogwarts.

In the future Hogwarts curriculum, the proportion of practical courses for the third grade and above would be greatly increased.

The teaching grounds for these practical courses would no longer be limited to traditional classrooms on campus.

The mysterious and deep corners of the Forbidden Forest, and other areas with unknown dangers lurking, would become the battlefields for students to practice.

Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape, and other powerful professors would personally accompany them to ensure the safety of every student.

More importantly, Dumbledore would study new magic with him. With the addition of Dumbledore, the erudite White Wizard, his research progress would be greatly advanced!

And with the Kama Taj magic system as a supplement, this White Wizard, whose strength was already terrifying, would become even more powerful in the future!

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Entering November, the temperature dropped sharply, and the weather became very cold.

The mountains around Hogwarts were shrouded in heavy haze, and the peaks were covered with white snow, presenting a vast gray-white color under the dim light, like a plain ink painting.

In the classroom, Harry was sitting on a slightly old wooden chair, the howling cold wind outside the window constantly burrowing into his ears, distracting his attention.

The pen in his hand paused, subconsciously stopping his movements, slowly raising his head, his eyes passing through the misty window, looking out.

He saw Hagrid's huge figure was particularly eye-catching on the distant Quidditch pitch.

He was wrapped in a mole skin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves, and beaver fur boots, de-icing the flying broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

The Quidditch season had begun, and after several weeks of training, Harry would participate in his first game on Saturday.

Although Quidditch attracted everyone's attention, Harry's attention was not on this, but on developing lenders and researching new magic.

During this period, rumors about Harry spread like wildfire in the magical world, attracting Squibs from all over the world who came to ask Harry to help them restore their ability to cast spells.

Harry certainly wouldn't refuse high-quality lenders who came to his door, and signed contracts with dozens of Squibs from all over the world.

Most of these Squibs lived in the Muggle world, and some of them held high positions, which greatly increased Harry's influence.

After class, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to the Great Hall for dinner, where they saw the twins with excited faces.

Seeing them, the twins waved their arms and shouted, "Hey! Over here! Come over here!"

Ron was always helpless with his two prank-loving brothers, and he said weakly, "What prank have you guys pulled again? Give up, I don't have the guts to hide it from Mom."

The twins were very unhappy with their brother's distrust. Fred pouted, his face full of resentment, and said:

"Oh, my God! My dearest brother, in your heart, are we brothers only left with the impression of loving pranks? We always think about taking you to play with us!"

The exaggerated tone was as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"What else?" Ron muttered softly.

George's eyes widened when he heard this, and he quickly waved his hand to refute:

"No, no, Ron, you really misunderstood, we really didn't pull any pranks this time.

You can't imagine, something super outrageous happened today. Snape personally led the team and led us to the Forbidden Forest to pick medicinal materials!

You know, we have tried to sneak into the Forbidden Forest many times, but we were stopped by Hagrid. I didn't expect to get what we wanted in this way today."

Hearing George's words, Hermione was also a little curious: "Are there practical classes in the first grade?"

Fred shook his head: "It seems that only the third grade and above have them, and the first and second grades remain the same for the time being."

"I see." The little otter lowered her head.

She also wanted to take practical classes.

Seeing this, Harry nodded thoughtfully, it seemed that letting Hermione fight the troll last time didn't make her feel satisfied enough, he had to arrange more exciting battles for her!

Fighting, awesome!

Friday was very peaceful, everything was the same as in the past.

Except that as the Quidditch match approached, Snape's eyes became more and more icy when he looked at Harry, Harry didn't even feel any other changes.

This day he returned to his bedroom, a familiar feeling emerged from his mind, Harry knew that he would soon travel again!

Early on Saturday morning, the weather was clear, and the cold temperature was much warmer, it was a good day for a game.

The restaurant was filled with the tempting aroma of grilled sausages, and every little wizard was looking forward to an exciting Quidditch match, chatting happily.

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"Ah, open your mouth, Harry, have some delicious white bread."

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry opened his mouth, and the next moment a smooth, sweet and milky aroma rushed towards him, and finally poured into his mouth, stirring with his tongue.

The little witch's white bread tasted really good, but it was a little small.

Because Harry was about to compete, his friends were all around him at the moment.

"Harry, eat a little more, you need to maintain vigorous physical strength, so that you can last longer." Seamus looked very experienced, "The Seeker is always the focus of the opponent's defense."

Harry disgustedly refused the tomato sausage pushed over by Seamus. Compared to the little boy's sausage, he preferred the little witch's fragrant and soft white bread.

It would be even better if it was a beautiful and lovely little witch like Hermione!

Harry refused: "Sorry Seamus, I don't like to eat sausage, maybe I can eat something else."

He took another bite of the white bread Hermione handed over.

At eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school had come to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars to see the situation in the arena clearly.

Ron, Hermione, Seamus and others came to the highest row and waved flags to cheer for Harry with Harry's other fans.

Hermione used Transfiguration to transform into a huge banner, which read Harry must win, and applied a layer of sparkling magic to it, which was very dazzling in the crowd.

At this time, Harry had put on the Gryffindor bright red Quidditch team robe, with a slender and straight figure, a sunny and handsome temperament, which was very attractive to the little witches.

Angelina, the Gryffindor Quidditch beauty, was one of those attracted by Harry.

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