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

Chapter 175 Death!

Poor Miss Otter was terrified when she appeared in this strange store without any warning.

Look at those strange products, shriveled hands, pale skulls, blood-stained playing cards and proof masks...

What the hell is this place!
Hermione felt her throat tighten, and the urge to cry surged over and over again like a tide, but with the tenacity in her bones, she forced back the tears.

Fortunately, although the shop owner looked fierce, he did not make things difficult for her and let her go, which made the little otter feel relieved.

But when she just stepped out of Borgin and Burke's and saw the scene outside, she froze in place, wanting to cry but unable to.

Narrow and winding streets, walls covered with moss, dim sunlight and bumpy cobblestone roads.

Where was this sent to her?

Is this still Diagon Alley?
At this moment, Mrs. Weasley's advice echoed in Hermione's mind. When using Floo powder, the destination must be stated clearly and accurately.

But when she was teleporting just now, she seemed to have said a wrong syllable in her panic. Now, she had completely failed in the teleportation and found herself in this completely unfamiliar place.

There was no need to think too much. Just the malicious glances coming from all directions were enough to send chills down Hermione's spine. She instantly realized that her current situation was very dangerous.

No, we must leave this street as soon as possible!
But when Hermione tried to escape, her panicked appearance in Knockturn Alley was like a bright light in the dark night, too eye-catching.

Once she got scared, it made the dark wizards around her realize that she had no one to rely on.

Look, what a fresh and delicious little witch!
She must be locked up in the basement and have her teeth severely disciplined!
So, when she took just a few steps, she was surrounded by hideous-looking dark wizards.

One of the old witches, wearing a wizard hat and with wrinkled skin, shrieked:

"Oh, kid, it looks like you're lost. Maybe I can get you out of here!"

Another old wizard rubbed the tape and said:

"You look a little hungry, don't be afraid, I will protect you and maybe even provide you with a fresh and delicious lunch."

These "good-hearted people" spontaneously blocked Hermione with undisguised malice, preventing her from leaving.

Seeing this, Hermione became even more frightened and kept calling Harry's name in her heart, hoping that he could come and save her at this time.

Faced with the questioning of the dark wizards, Hermione mustered up the courage and loudly refused:
"No, no thanks. I know the way, and Harry Potter and I are good friends. I think you know him. He defeated the Dark Lord for the second time not long ago!"

As expected, these words worked. The dark wizards took a step back, but soon their faces became even more ferocious, as if they wanted to eat Hermione alive.

"Little witch, you must be punished for lying!"

"Is it such a coincidence that a random person I meet is related to Harry Potter?"

"So what if you know Harry Potter? As long as our methods are covert enough, no one will know it was us who did it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the strongest wizard among them reached out and grabbed Hermione, trying to drag her directly to a hidden place.

Hermione was frightened and subconsciously wanted to draw her wand to fight back, but the gap between her and the adult wizard was too big. Just as she touched the wand, it was taken away by a witch.

"No!"

At this critical moment, a sharp and violent sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, and a dazzling blue light flashed by in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the horrifying sounds of muscle tearing and bone breaking were heard, and along with the sound, large amounts of warm blood splattered out.

The palm of a dark wizard disappeared in an instant. The broken palm drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground with a plop, still twitching slightly unconsciously.

The dark wizard who was about to grab Hermione looked at his severed wrist, froze for a moment, and then burst into a shrill wail:
"Ah, my hand, my hand!"

Hermione was filled with fear and was looking around frantically when the scream suddenly caught her attention.

Amidst the screams and panicked shouts of the crowd, Hermione looked into the distance following the sound.

In an instant, an indescribable sense of security surged into my heart like a warm current.

Harry was seen holding Ginny's hand tightly and rushing towards this side in a hurry.

And the brilliant blue light that shocked the entire audience just now was undoubtedly derived from the lightning sword in his hand that exuded a cold aura!
At this moment, Harry stopped abruptly.

In an instant, the majestic electric light wrapped around his body tightly like a surging tide.

Against the backdrop of lightning, he looked like a dazzling sun, emitting a blinding light that forcibly dispelled the darkness that had accumulated in Knockturn Alley for years and seemed to be able to devour everything.

He held a lightning sword in one hand and a huge wand that was not in line with the mainstream of the wizarding world in the other, and said coldly to the many dark wizards in front of him:

"roll!"

The voice was icy cold and chilling, as if the god of death was about to swing the scythe in his hand and issue an ultimatum!

The dark wizards looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and hesitation. After only a moment's stalemate, they turned around and ran away in panic towards the end of the alley without hesitation. There was no doubt that what the little witch had just said was true. She really knew Harry Potter and was his good friend.

But now, they don't have the courage to challenge the savior who just defeated the Dark Lord!

As soon as Harry reached Hermione, Hermione hugged him tightly like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline.

Harry raised his hand, patted Hermione's head gently, and said in a gentle voice:

"Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded vigorously in his arms and sobbed:
"Yeah, I'm fine!"

When Hermione's emotions gradually calmed down and her breathing became less rapid, Harry took Hermione's hand with one hand and Ginny's with the other, and walked steadily towards the outside of Knockturn Alley.

Their figures gradually moved away from this gloomy place and stepped into the brightly lit Diagon Alley.

The warm sunlight instantly shone on the three of them, as if to dispel the haze and fear they had just experienced in Knockturn Alley.

But before leaving, Harry glanced back and met the eyes hidden in the darkness and peeking towards this place, scaring the rats in the sewer back again.

After walking a few steps and making sure that no one was observing him, he turned a corner and the sunlight behind Harry suddenly distorted slightly.

As his figure completely disappeared, a short figure, tightly wrapped in a black wizard robe, walked quietly and silently into Knockturn Alley.

The form of Archaon, the magic of clones, each clone carries part of Harry's strength.

Although it is only part of the strength, it is enough to use this part of the strength to deal with these rats in the sewer!
Today, Knockturn Alley is destined to be shrouded in blood!
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief after leaving Knockturn Alley and entering the familiar wizarding world.

This was her first exposure to the darkness of the wizarding world, so she still feels a lingering fear.

Hermione gently tugged at the corner of Harry's clothes, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked softly:
"Harry, that street was...?"

Harry looked gentle and explained patiently:
"That's Knockturn Alley, a place rife with the trade of dark magic items. Remember, don't go near it unless absolutely necessary. There are hardly any good people there."

After hearing this, Hermione frowned slightly, her face full of confusion, and asked:

"Why is there such a huge gap between Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley, even though they are only separated by a wall? Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic clean up Knockturn Alley, but instead allows them to exist?"

"You're right, Hermione. Why?" Harry and Hermione also looked at Knockturn Alley behind them, their eyes deep, like a lightless lake. "Why does the Ministry of Magic tolerate the spread of this darkness? In Kamar-Taj, such a situation will never be allowed to exist..."

Harry spoke the last sentence so softly that even Hermione and Ginny beside him couldn't hear the specific words.

Hermione and Ginny's eyes unconsciously fell on the boy they admired.

At this moment, the sunlight from Diagon Alley poured down generously, covering Harry's lower body in a warm yellow, while the inky shadows of Knockturn Alley quietly climbed up his upper body, forming a sharp contrast between the two.

Somehow, at this moment, an inexplicable feeling surged in their hearts, and they suddenly realized that they didn't know as much about Harry as they thought.

Next, Harry accompanied Hermione and Ginny to stroll in Diagon Alley. The two little witches loved sweets, so Harry bought a lot of desserts from Honeydukes, such as Chocolate Frogs, Beebe Every Flavour Beans, and Zizi Honey Candies.

When the three of them arrived at Madam Malkin's robe shop, Harry's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered that the Weasley family was not well-off, so if Ginny went to school, she would probably wear a second-hand, tattered wizard robe like Ron.

This is not possible!

So Harry smiled and said to the two little witches:
"Since we're here, let's buy some new clothes. Consider it my gift to you two."

Hermione didn't feel anything about it, but Ginny looked very happy. She had been wanting new clothes for a long time.

However, Ginny still hesitated due to her good upbringing, so she asked:
"Is this really okay? I mean, I can't waste too much of your money..."

Harry knew Ginny's concerns, so he took out a bag of gold galleons from his pocket dimension, opened it, showed it to Ginny, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, I'm richer than most pureblood families!"

Ginny: ヾ(≧≦*)ヾ

They all bought two new wizard robes. The gold Galleons they spent were just a drop in the bucket for Harry, but it made Ginny and Hermione happy.

After doing all this, it was getting dark, so the three of them prepared to return to the Weasley family.

But just when they reached the end of Diagon Alley, they suddenly saw two figures coming towards them. One of them was a familiar face, it was Malfoy!
Next to him was a middle-aged man. Like Malfoy, he had light golden hair, the color of which was like platinum or silver gold. It sparkled with a dazzling luster under the light, making him look very elegant and aristocratic.

Harry had already guessed the identity of this person. It was undoubtedly Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy!

Judging from their actions at this moment, they should be heading to Knockturn Alley, and no one knows what shameful things they are going to do.

Harry didn't want to pursue the matter and was about to pretend he didn't see it and leave.

Although Malfoy has now been developed into a lender by him, he still positions Malfoy as a spy lurking in the pure-blood family and he must not be exposed.

However, just when he was about to leave, old Malfoy suddenly stopped him!

(End of this chapter)