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

Chapter 150: Marula! Dumbledore also wants to kill me!
Before he knew it, Fudge felt his forehead getting cold and sweat started to form. His instinct told him that his current situation was very dangerous.

But his reason kept whispering in his ears, trying to calm him down.

He and Harry had never met before, and they had absolutely no grudges against each other. How could Harry have any bad thoughts towards him when they met for the first time?

However, in this split second, Fudge's eyes widened in panic, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

Could it be that Harry is also trying to rule the entire wizarding world like the previous two generations of Dark Lords?
No, no!
How can this be?

Harry is the savior, not the Dark Lord.

He is the savior of the wizarding world, this is determined by prophecy, and the prophecy in this world is like the sword of fate hanging high in the sky, once it falls, there is almost no possibility of changing it!
Just as Fudge was comforting himself and about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a piercing coldness coming from the other side of his body.

Although the coldness from the other side of his body was not strong, because its owner was too powerful, it was more unbearable for Fudge than the intense uneasiness brought by Harry!
And that biting coldness actually came from Dumbledore!

Spicy balls!

The sweat on Fudge's face flowed down like rain, hitting the ground with a crackling sound, leaving a small stain.

Could it be that Dumbledore also wanted to harm him?
Indeed, it was rumored that Harry was extremely powerful, far surpassing most adult wizards.

But Harry was only in the first grade after all, and his magical journey had just begun.

Fudge was confident in his profound magical skills and felt that he had some confidence in dealing with a fledgling wizard.

But if the opponent was Dumbledore, Fudge knew that it would be a completely different matter.

Unlike Harry who had just emerged, Dumbledore had been famous in the wizarding world for nearly a hundred years. His fame was forged through thrilling magic duels and dangerous life-and-death moments.

Even though Fudge was quite confident, he was definitely not sure that he could defeat Dumbledore.

Although Fudge was usually quite conceited, he knew in his heart that he had no chance of winning in front of Dumbledore.

If you really fight against them, you will have no power to fight back, and even the chance to struggle will be very slim.

Damn, what should I do?
Fudge was filled with panic, but found that he was completely helpless. He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that his damn intuition was wrong and that Harry and Dumbledore had no intention of harming him at all.

His neck seemed to be frozen, and he slowly and stiffly turned to one side of his body. The movement was slow and difficult.

When he saw Dumbledore's still kind and gentle face, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down a little and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was all his illusion just now!
Then he turned his gaze to the other side and saw Harry with a bright smile on his face and clear, bright eyes.

Now, Fudge was completely relieved and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

Oh, you are so old, and you still think too much. You have to scare yourself.

How could Harry and Dumbledore be the kind of people who would kill for money?
Afterwards, he handed the Order of Merlin, First Class, to Harry and asked him to wear it on his chest. Then, facing the many young wizards and the newspaper employees who had arrived at some point, he said solemnly:

"Now, I officially declare that from today on, Harry Potter is an official member of Merlin's Order!"

Behind the scenes, unknown to Fudge, Harry and Dumbledore exchanged silent glances, conveying information to each other.

Harry: "Principal Dumbledore, this is a good opportunity. Do you want us to kill Fudge after the award ceremony?!"

Dumbledore: "Harry, you are too extreme. We should develop in secret and reform the entire wizarding world in a subtle way."

Harry: "But I'm worried that the wizarding world doesn't have that much time. If a dimensional demon comes and tries to invade this world, we won't be able to resist."

Dumbledore: "Harry, you are too nervous. Nothing has happened in the past thousands of years. The Latitude Demon will not invade the wizarding world in the last few years. You need to be patient."

……

Just like that, after Harry and Dumbledore exchanged glances for several rounds, Harry temporarily gave up the idea of ​​killing Fudge.

What Dumbledore said made sense. I should be more patient and wait until the time is right.

After all, in the past thousands of years, the wizarding world has never suffered from the invasion of dimensional demons. It is unlikely that disaster will befall us in just a few years, right?

No way, no way, is there really anyone who is so unlucky?
So, Fudge luckily escaped.

In fact, Harry is not an impulsive and extreme person. Even if he really wants to deal with Fudge, he will not choose to take his life. Instead, he plans to imprison him properly and provide him with good food and drink until he completes his reform.

Next, the award ceremony went smoothly. After many newspapers reported the news of Harry's winning, he became famous again and became a celebrity in the wizarding world.

A few days later, the test results were announced. Harry was naturally first in the grade, Hermione was second, and even Ron passed the test with a very high score.

What surprised Harry was that even Neville managed to pass. You know, with Neville's previous grades, it was almost impossible for him to pass the exam.

This day is the time for the little wizards to leave school. They will spend more than two months of summer vacation.

On the day of his departure, Harry woke up to find all his belongings packed in his luggage. Undoubtedly, these were the work of the elves, but they had no hostility towards Harry, so they didn't wake him up.

Before leaving, a notice was handed to each young wizard, warning them that they were not allowed to use magic during the holiday.

Harry didn't take it seriously. With his magical proficiency, he could cast magic at any time as long as he didn't make too much noise, and those idiots in the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

Soon, Hagrid led them across the Black Lake in a small boat. After the Hogwarts Express arrived at the station, they boarded the express train to King's Cross Station again.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville were in the same carriage. Harry sat in a chair by the window, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the scenery outside.

The train passed through Muggle towns one after another. Under Miss Otter's evasive gaze, Harry made plans in his mind.

Now that he has rested and his work at Hogwarts is basically done, he can return to the multiverse!
Harry planned to return to the multiverse directly after returning to Aunt Petunia's house to see what the green elk was up to.

After everyone put on wizard robes one by one, the train finally stopped at Platform 9 and 3/4 of King's Cross Station.

This time was different from Christmas. All the little wizards went home. There were a lot of people, not only the little wizards who went home, but also the parents of the wizard families.

It took Harry and the other two a long time to get out of the platform.

Because a wizened old guard was manning the partition, only two or three people were allowed through at a time so that they wouldn't burst out of the solid wall in large numbers at once and attract the attention of the Muggles.

"You must come to our house this summer," said Ron. "Both of you, I'll send an owl to invite you."

"Thank you~" This is Harry.

"Uh, okay..." This was Hermione. She already knew Harry's address and wanted to live a life with Harry without Ron.

Ron is such an eyesore!
But since Harry agreed, it was difficult for her to refuse.

They walked towards the exit back to the Muggle world. People kept pushing past them, some of them shouting:
"Bye, Harry!"

"Goodbye, Potter!"

"You're still famous," said Ron, grinning at him.

Harry smiled faintly and didn't answer.

He will only become more famous in the future, but no one knows whether it will still be the title of savior, or a name even more terrifying than the Dark Lord.

A moment later, Harry, Hermione, and Ron passed through the exit together.

"There he is, Mum, there he is, look!" Ron's sister Ginny pointed at Harry, her pretty face full of excitement.

"Harry Potter!" she screamed. "Look, Mum! I see it!"

"Don't shout, Ginny, it's rude to point fingers at people." Mrs. Weasley looked down at them with a smile.

Harry had already learned from Ron that Ginny was a huge fan of his and was very crazy about him.

Now that I see it, it is indeed true.

Ginny was very cute. When she noticed Harry was looking at her, her cheeks immediately turned red. She hugged Mrs. Weasley and buried her little face in Mrs. Weasley's clothes, not daring to continue looking at Harry.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry with a strange look, exactly the same as the look Gwen's mother Helen gave Harry.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and said, "Welcome back, dear."

After that, Harry met Hermione's parents again. After greeting them with a smile, he took Uncle Vernon's car back home.

After returning home, Harry gave them many specialties from the wizarding world under the expectant gaze of the Dursleys.

In fact, most of these specialties were bought for Christmas. In order to avoid trouble, Harry bought a lot of them and planned to give them to the Dursleys as gifts little by little in the next two or three years.

After learning about the grudges of the previous generation, Harry's impression of the Dursleys changed drastically, and now their family is quite harmonious.

After dinner, Harry returned to his room.

When he pushed open the door, he immediately interacted with the original power of chaos and resonated with it.

Then, the home decorations full of life in London, England in the 90s slowly dissipated before his eyes, like morning mist meeting the rising sun.

Instead, an extremely luxurious New York villa gradually appeared before our eyes.

At the same time, the charming and moving moan of a beautiful girl rang in my ears, like a gentle breeze, stirring my heartstrings.

He has returned to the multiverse, ready to participate in the next headache-inducing battle!
(End of this chapter)