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

Chapter 13 Ollivander
"I see~" Harry stared at the blond wizard with a half-smile, as if he believed what he said. "Then goodbye, Mr. Mudblood. I look forward to seeing you next time."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he stopped in time and didn't behead the blond wizard with the sword.

Mrs. Morgan is a good person, and it's not nice to have bloodshed in her shop.

Patting the blond wizard on the shoulder and paying for the uniform, Harry nodded slightly under the curious gazes of Mrs. Morgan and the shop assistant, then left the shop.

The blond man was left standing there in a daze. When he came to his senses, his cheeks turned from white to red and finally turned back to an even more pale gray.

He was very angry, but he didn't dare to express it. At this moment, his heart was overwhelmed by the fear of death.

The poor little blond wizard could only stomp his feet and go to the next store to complain to his parents.

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Harry saw Hagrid as soon as he walked out of Mrs. Morgan's robe shop.

This fierce-looking half-giant was holding a chocolate ice cream in one hand and licking it continuously.

Perhaps his actions were too rough, so there were traces of ice cream on his facial hair.

Hagrid handed Harry two things in his other hand. One was a drink, which he thought was the refresher, and the other was also chocolate ice cream.

"Harry, here, this one is a refresher, and the other one is chocolate and chopped nut ice cream. I think you're going to love them."

Harry took it and tasted it, and it was indeed very good:
"Thank you Hagrid, I loved it."

After drinking half of the stimulant, Harry thought about what the blond wizard had just said and asked Hagrid:
"I seemed to have heard the name Quidditch just now. It seems that many wizards like Quidditch. Does it have any special meaning in the wizarding world?"

"Merlin's beard, Harry, I'd forgotten you were so ignorant of the wizarding world that you didn't even know Quidditch.

It is the most important sport in the wizarding world and is governed by the Department of Magical Games and Sports under the Ministry of Magic. Children play it, Hogwarts students have teams, and there are world-famous athletes who make it their profession.

In short, almost all wizards love Quidditch!"

Harry nodded. Isn't this a sport similar to football?

It’s just that Quidditch has an absolute dominant position in the wizarding world.

Remembering that his father, whom he had never met, was once Gryffindor's Quidditch Seeker, Harry thought he might be able to give it a try.

However, this process was most likely just entertainment and not challenging. He did not think that his body, which was strengthened by chaos magic, would be weaker than that of other young wizards with weak bodies.

After finishing the ice cream, the two came to a bookstore called Flourish and Blotts.

There are a lot of books in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. A large number of bookshelves are stacked together, and they are filled with books all the way to the ceiling.

Harry first bought the books he needed for school with Hagrid's company, and then when Hagrid was not paying attention, he bought books such as "Spells and Curses" and "Old Forgotten Magic and Spells".

He thought Hagrid would not allow a little wizard to read such dangerous knowledge, but he was not a child and did not want to embarrass Hagrid, so he had no choice but to use this method.

Putting the books he secretly bought into the pocket universe, this advanced storage magic was not difficult for Harry, it just required a lot of magic power to maintain it.

What Harry lacks the least is magic.

Hagrid then led Harry to buy a cauldron, a telescope, and various herbs. Besides these Hogwarts-required items, Harry also bought dragon's blood and unicorn hair. The organs of powerful magical creatures could be used in many ways, such as paying for wizards, crafting powerful magical items and precious potions, and so on.

To Harry's disappointment, these powerful-sounding magical materials actually did not contain much magic power.

Just like dragon blood, the dragon blood Harry had encountered was like lava, and the magic contained in a drop of dragon blood could even destroy a town.

Of course, that is the blood of the most powerful magical dragon, and this dragon blood is far inferior to that of the weakest dragon. It is estimated that the power of magic items made with these materials will be greatly reduced.

Finally, Harry and Hagrid stopped in front of a shabby shop. On the equally shabby plaque in front of the shop were engraved the following letters:
"Olivanders: Crafting Fine Wands Since 382 BC."

When they walked into the store, they heard a jingling bell sound from the back of the store, which should be a reminder to the owner that a customer had arrived.

The shop is small, but it has a lot of items on display, especially the long and narrow boxes stacked on the counter on one side, which almost takes up an entire wall.

Hagrid told Harry that he was going to go out for a while to do some shopping and left him alone to wait.

Harry nodded slightly.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice sounded. Harry looked up and saw an old man standing on a ladder, looking at him curiously.

The old man was very old and had wrinkles all over his face, but he was a very kind person.

As he staggered down the ladder, Harry was worried he'd fall.

The old man came up to Harry, his pale eyes staring at him like two full moons:

"Oh, Harry Potter, I have been wanting to meet you for a long time.

You have the same eyes as your mother, who bought her first wand here.

Ten and a quarter inches, wicker-based, a good wand for spells."

Ollivander came up to Harry and looked at him kindly, his eyes full of curiosity.

But Harry really wanted to complain, and if possible he hoped Mr. Ollivander would not stare at other young wizards like that.

If the distance is too close, those gentle eyes will appear too cold because of the pale color, which will scare the little wizards.

If the blond wizard were here, he would probably wet his pants again.

Ollivander nodded in satisfaction, left Harry's side, walked to a shelf, and took out a tape measure from it:
"Your father's wand is different, a mahogany wand, eleven inches long, flexible and powerful, perfect for Transfiguration.

Your father loved it, and of course the wand chooses its wizard."

Harry frowned slightly, not taking Ollivander's words seriously.

The Supreme Sorcerer told him that magic has no categories and is controlled by the wizard. Even evil magic can bloom into beautiful flowers in the hands of a kind wizard, and the same is true for magic items.

If Mr. Ollivander is to be believed, the chaos magic in his body is not of the good kind.

Its essence is to distort reality, time and space, creating chaos and disorder, but in his hands it can heal others. He is not a bad wizard.

(End of this chapter)