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

Chapter 12 The Blond Little Wizard Who Wet His Pants

Seeing Harry change the subject, Hagrid's emotions finally stabilized. He was no longer frightened, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face.
"They are both kind and gentle people. Your father is an excellent Chaser and also the Quidditch Captain of Gryffindor. He is a star of Gryffindor!

And your mother is even more outstanding. She is the president of the Hogwarts Girls' Union and has a profound knowledge of potions. She is a master of potions..."

Hagrid talked on and on, and Harry became increasingly silent as he listened.

The more he understood his parents' excellence and kindness, the deeper his hatred for the mysterious man became.

He should have had a wonderful childhood.

Soon the cart arrived at Vault 713. Unlike Vault 687, Griphook simply knocked on the bronze door of Vault 713 and opened it.

However, Harry did not think that the defense measures of this vault were lower. On the contrary, the defense measures of this vault were higher.

Because he sensed a hidden magical power on the iron door and heard the crisp sound of mechanical collision when the door opened.

There is no doubt that these are the defensive measures of the 713 vault, and these measures are not available in the 687 vault.

When the door opened, a dirty little package wrapped in brown paper appeared in front of Harry.

Hagrid seemed to attach great importance to the small bag and immediately put it close to his body.

Harry was lost in thought. He sensed a powerful magical fluctuation in the small bag. If nothing unexpected happened, it was a powerful alchemical creation.

But that’s all. Not to mention Kamar-Taj, any magical item collected in the Sanctuary of the Holy of Holies in New York is more powerful than this alchemical creation!

Harry is becoming less and less confident in the wizarding world. Taking an alchemical artifact as a treasure shows that the wizarding world has too low a vision!

Harry shook his head, immediately denying his own thoughts.

No, we can't underestimate the wizarding world. Perhaps the magical fluctuations emitted by the powerful alchemical creations in the wizarding world are very low?
After all, magic power is one of the important criteria for judging whether magic is powerful, but it is not the only indicator.

The quality of magic is also an important indicator, and the quality of magic in this world seems to be very high.

After leaving the 713 vault, everyone took a cart upwards and finally returned to the ground after a while, seeing the sunlight again.

After leaving Gringotts, Hagrid took Harry shopping. He was very familiar with Diagon Alley, and soon he led Harry to a shop called Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

Hagrid rubbed his messy head and said to Harry:

"Come on, Harry, you go get your uniforms and I'm going to get a refresher, those trolleys at Gringotts are awful.

Would you like a drink?"

Harry was already an adult mentally, and he wasn't nervous about Hagrid's departure. He nodded to Hagrid and said:

"Of course, I'm very interested in wizarding beverages, if that's okay."

Stepping into the shop alone, Harry met the owner of the shop.

Madam Malkin is a short and fat witch who wears purple clothes and has a sweet smile. She is a very kind person, just like Aunt May, which makes Harry feel good about Madam Malkin.

Before Harry could speak, Madam Malkin said enthusiastically:

"Oh dear, I thought you were going to buy the Hogwarts uniforms.

We have uniforms here, there is always something you like, there is a young man who is selecting uniforms, I think you can talk to him, maybe you can become friends. "

Harry nodded politely in response and walked into the back of the shop.

Madam Malkin seemed to like Harry very much. She dismissed the shop assistants and personally helped Harry put on a brand new robe and measured his height with a ruler. Harry also liked Madam Malkin very much and communicated with her enthusiastically. Harry was welcomed everywhere and quickly became friends with Madam Malkin with his sunny and cheerful personality.

Madam Malkin liked Harry so much that she even planned to give him a set of clothes. Harry did not refuse, even though he did not need it, but he knew not to refuse other people's kindness.

At this moment, the young wizard who was measuring his height on another stool suddenly said to Harry:
"Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"

The little wizard had a pale face and golden hair. He looked arrogant, as if he was very great, and the tone he used when speaking to Harry was very rude, as if he was looking for trouble.

Harry didn't care about the impolite behavior of the little wizard. After all, he was an adult and couldn't argue with a child.

So he nodded gently to the blond wizard:
“Yes, I’m a freshman this year.”

"That's great. I'm a freshman too. By the way, do you have your own broomstick? I don't know why first years can't have their own broomsticks. Maybe I can sneak it in."

The blond wizard kept chattering away with a show-off look on his face, which made Harry frown slightly, but he still responded patiently from time to time.

"I don't have my own broomstick."

"Have you ever played Quidditch?"

"No." Harry didn't know what Quidditch was, nor did he care. He was now thinking about the mysterious man.

How to kill the mysterious man?
Sword of Vishanti?
Crushed by telekinesis?

Destroy the soul, or sacrifice it to a certain dimensional demon?

Or throwing it into a portal and dropping it down continuously until it starves to death is also a good option!

Maybe Harry was too absorbed in his thoughts and forgot about the little blond wizard beside him, so he didn't answer his question for a long time.

The blond wizard was a little annoyed. After measuring his height, he could no longer tolerate Harry's indifference and pushed him hard.
"Damn you Mudblood, I'm talking to you, don't ignore me!"

Harry suddenly sensed hostility, and it was right next to him. His tempered body immediately fought back on its own, and the steady magic power in his body instantly completed a complex rune matrix.

Harry disappeared from his original position in an instant and appeared behind the blond wizard. The dazzling sword of Vishanti was now across the blond wizard's neck.

At this moment, a piece of hair of the blond little wizard happened to fall, and when it landed on the sword, it was instantly split into two by the sharp sword.

Before he knew it, a stream of scarlet blood flowed down the cheek of the blond little wizard.

There was silence in Mrs. Morgan's robe store!
In the end, it was Harry who reacted first. A dazzling magic circle appeared on his palm, wiping the blood off the blond wizard's face.

When Harry withdrew his hand, the originally hideous wound had disappeared without a trace.

He said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you just now. I was just thinking about something. I'm really sorry for hurting you. If you want any compensation, please tell me.

By the way, what does mudblood mean? I used to live in the Muggle world, and I don’t understand many words in the wizarding world. "

The blond little wizard trembled and turned stiffly. After hearing Harry's question, he even felt a heat between his legs.

He displayed unprecedented intelligence and wisdom, and said in a trembling voice:
"Yes...it means good friends. We grow magical plants in the mud together, so we are good friends.

That’s right! ”

(End of this chapter)