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

In the wizarding world, Harry's wealth was also enough to make him one of the top wealthy individuals.

So, as the train slowly started, the wheels rubbing against the rails making rhythmic sounds, Harry got up and walked towards the trolley attendant pushing the snack cart, unhesitatingly waving his hand and buying a large pile of snacks to eat with Little Otter.

Little Otter sat across from Harry, staring at him without blinking, a lollipop in her mouth, her cheeks slightly bulging as she constantly sucked on it, as if trying to extract every last bit of sweetness from the large lollipop.

After a moment, she gently pulled the lollipop from her lips, a faint, shimmering thread connecting the translucent candy to her red lips.

This thread shimmered with tiny sparkles in the soft light of the carriage, slowly breaking after a while.

Initially, Harry didn't pay much attention, thinking she was just preoccupied. But as time passed, that gaze felt like needles on his back, and even Harry gradually began to feel uncomfortable all over.

Finally, Harry couldn't help it, slightly turning to face Hermione's gaze head-on, his eyes full of doubt, and softly asked, "Hermione, what's wrong? Why are you staring at me?"

Reminded by Harry, Hermione finally came back to her senses. Her pretty face flushed red, she took a deep breath, and spoke the words she had revised many times in her heart: "Harry, can I come to your house to play during the holidays?"

Hearing this, a bright smile immediately bloomed on Harry's face, and he replied without hesitation, "Of course, no problem!"

After speaking, as if thinking of something, he smiled and reminded her:

"But our homes are quite far apart. If you want to come to my house, you can call me, and I'll open a portal for you. You can get to my house in the blink of an eye."

"Portal?" Hermione's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes full of doubt. She had never heard of this magic.

Harry nodded and explained patiently:

"Yes, it's my bloodline magic, somewhat similar to Apparition, but it can create a fixed portal between two locations and can also take others through it.

Once the starting point and destination are determined, you can instantly arrive wherever you want to go."

Hermione's eyes lit up upon hearing this. What convenient magic!

But in the next second, she seemed to have been doused with a basin of cold water. The joy around her instantly dissipated, her shoulders drooped slightly, her expression somewhat lost, and she murmured:

"But the Ministry of Magic clearly stipulates that magic cannot be used casually in the Muggle world. If we do that, wouldn't we be violating the rules? The Ministry of Magic will investigate, and we might even be expelled from Hogwarts!"

Hermione's worries were not worth mentioning to Harry.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he raised his eyebrows:

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic can detect our use of magic because of the Trace attached to our wands. As long as we switch to a wand without the Trace, we can easily deceive them. Coincidentally, I have quite a few spare wands."

"That's great," Hermione was very happy, the corners of her mouth raised high, revealing two shallow dimples.

Outside the Hogwarts Express window, snowflakes fluttered and fell. The distant rolling mountains were already covered in snow, outlining soft lines, like a sleeping dragon.

The scenery outside the window was beautiful. Harry and Hermione chatted while looking out. When the snowflakes stopped falling, the train also stopped at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

When Harry and Hermione stepped through the seemingly ordinary wall, which in reality concealed magical secrets, and entered King's Cross Station, the platform was already crowded with people.

Many young wizards' parents were waiting there early, their eyes full of anticipation, eagerly searching for their children's figures in the exiting crowd.

Harry just glanced around casually and easily spotted the Dursley family.

Uncle Vernon's stout figure was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, while Aunt Petunia stood to the side, her lips as thin as razor blades also very noticeable.

As for Dudley, his figure was as fat as a small mountain, making the surrounding space feel cramped.

As time passed, Harry had a deeper understanding of the Dursley family.

Although the Dursley family couldn't compare to Uncle Ben and Aunt May, they had also taken great care of him.

You should know that after Harry's parents passed away, it was Aunt Petunia who, regardless of the possibility of being retaliated against by dark wizards, took in him as an infant.

Not every aunt would risk being killed by dark wizards to raise her nephew.

Harry was just about to say goodbye to Hermione and go to meet the Dursley family, who were waving vigorously in the distance.

Just then, Hermione's clear and slightly excited shout came from behind: "Dad, Mom!"

Hermione rushed forward, lightly running towards the front, throwing herself into the arms of an elegant woman.

The woman's face was filled with a gentle smile, her eyes full of love for her daughter, gently patting Hermione's back, muttering something.

Harry recognized her at a glance. On the day of the start of school at King's Cross Station, he had met this couple and chatted briefly.

Harry also stepped forward, slightly bowing, and greeted Mr. and Mrs. Granger: "Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, long time no see. I'm very happy to see you again."

Mr. Granger clearly remembered this young wizard who had helped them, smiling and responding, "Young Potter, we are also very happy to see you."

Mrs. Granger nodded gently to the side, adding, "It seems that you and Hermione have become very good friends, which is great."

"Yes, Hermione is very outstanding at school. She has helped me and Ron a lot," Harry replied with a smile.

Hearing Harry's words, a blush instantly appeared on Hermione's cheeks, even her earlobes turning slightly red.

In fact, the number of times she had helped Harry was few and far between. On the contrary, Harry had given her tremendous help in all aspects of learning and life.

Whether it was obscure and difficult magical knowledge or the interpersonal problems that gave her a headache, as long as she asked Harry for advice, they could always be solved easily.

Thinking of this, Hermione raised her head slightly, her eyes looking at Harry, and retorted in a low voice: "That's not true, I'm the one being taken care of!"

Hermione hugged her mother tightly, proudly introducing Harry's 'great achievements' to her parents:

"Mom and Dad, do you know? Harry is a superstar on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, and he's also the youngest Potions Master in the wizarding world.

Not long ago, he even defeated Professor Quirrell and became a famous dueling expert. In private, some young wizards even call him the Lightning Demon King. He's amazing!"

Hearing their daughter's endless praise, Mr. and Mrs. Granger's eyes were full of curiosity, and their gaze unconsciously fell on Harry, carefully examining him.

As Hermione's parents, they knew their daughter's temperament very well.

Hermione was an extremely proud child at heart, and few people could catch her eye, let alone shine with almost worshipful light in her eyes like now.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger were thoughtful, squinting slightly, observing the interaction between their daughter and Harry without making a sound.

After a moment, Mrs. Granger knew what was going on, and the smile on her face became more amiable. She nodded to Harry.

Mr. Granger, on the other hand, had a look of disbelief on his face, as if the cabbage he had worked so hard to grow had been snatched away by a pig before it had even matured.

Mrs. Granger's voice was soft and gentle, and she said slowly:

"Thank you, young Potter. Hermione has been under your care during her time at Hogwarts.

If you have time in the future, you must come to our house as a guest. The pizza I make is considered a masterpiece in Hermione's eyes. You must try it. Consider it a small token of our appreciation."

Harry chatted briefly with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, then turned to wave goodbye to Hermione and walked towards the Dursley family.

Afterwards, amid the Dursley family's flattering smiles, Harry got into the car. As the engine started, the car slowly drove away from King's Cross Station, gradually disappearing around the corner of the street.

At the same time, the Granger family also drove out of the station.

Inside the car, the warm sunlight shone through the car window onto the seats. Mr. Granger held the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but with a hint of doubt on his face, he couldn't help but ask:

"Hermione, have you noticed that Harry's aunt's family is being too polite to him, as if they owe Harry a lot of money."

Hearing her husband's question, Mrs. Granger nodded gently, her eyes also revealing a hint of confusion. Obviously, she had also noticed the strangeness in Harry's aunt's family's attitude.

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat, looked as a matter of course, raising her chin slightly, and said with some pride:

"What's so strange about that? Harry is very amazing! Just his identity as a Potions Master is very noble. Even the professors at Hogwarts have to be polite when they see him!"

Along the way, Hermione was in high spirits, telling her parents one by one the great deeds that Harry had done at Hogwarts.

As Hermione recounted, Mr. and Mrs. Granger's reaction gradually changed from initial curiosity to amazement, occasionally letting out a heartfelt exclamation.

When Hermione described with gusto that Harry could actually shoot a railgun with magic, the couple were even more shocked, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with disbelief.

Mrs. Granger usually likes to read science fiction novels in her spare time and naturally knows the power of railguns.

She couldn't help but cover her red lips, her eyes wide and round, her face full of incredulity, and murmured: "Good heavens, is that child so amazing?"

Hermione nodded her head like a rattle, excitedly saying: "Yes, yes, Harry is very amazing!"

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Twilight quietly climbed onto the window lattices, and the dim yellow light shone through the mottled glass, casting irregular patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Opening the door, Harry returned to that familiar room. After cleaning the room with a Cleaning Charm, he lay on the bed and began to sort out his belongings.

He took out the wand with the best compatibility from the many wands he had made, and then put the original wand into his pocket dimension.

Next, he had to go to Knockturn Alley as soon as possible to find a few unlucky guys to experiment with the Avada Lightning Curse!