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

Chapter 178 The Tentacle Witch

On the way to King's Cross Station, Hermione looked puzzled and asked:
"Harry, what just happened? Why did you suddenly cast a spell on Lockhart?"

Harry didn't hide anything and repeated everything that had just happened.

After hearing this, Hermione was filled with surprise. Her admiration for Lockhart instantly turned into disappointment. She sighed softly and said:
"I didn't expect Lockhart to be this kind of person. I quite liked him before. It's really surprising."

Harry looked at Hermione's lost look, raised his hand and touched her fluffy hair, smiled gently and comforted her:
"Don't be sad, it's just a stranger, and compared to you, Mrs. Weasley is sadder!"

Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley, only to see that this usually warm and cheerful lady was now standing there in a daze, with disbelief written all over her face, and she was even crying.

On the bookshelf of the Burrow, apart from the necessary magic books, the rest of the space is almost entirely filled with Lockhart's storybooks.

There is no doubt that Mrs. Weasley must be a loyal fan of Lockhart's books.

No wonder, this sudden truth instantly shattered the perfect image of her idol in her mind, which was really hard to accept.

In stark contrast to Mrs. Weasley's grief was Mr. Weasley.

His face was full of joy and rosy. When he noticed Harry's gaze, he quickly raised his thumb and shook it vigorously, his eyes full of approval, as if to say:
"Well done, Harry!"

……

I went to King's Cross Station and took the express train to Hogwarts. Everything went smoothly without any accidents.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day for classes to officially begin.

When I entered the second grade, the course schedule changed compared to the first grade, and the first class on the first day of school was the herbal medicine class.

Harry, Hermione and Ron soon arrived at the third greenhouse, where the Herbology class was held.

Before the class bell rang, Hermione's brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes full of worry, and she said softly to Harry:
"Harry, we still have Defense Against the Dark Arts class today. You teased Lockhart before, he won't cause you any trouble, will he?"

Ron was full of confidence in Harry. "Don't worry, Lockhart is no match for Harry. If he doesn't want to become the second Quirrell, he has to behave himself and not be so bold as to cause trouble for us."

Harry smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, it's okay. Don't forget that Dumbledore is the headmaster!"

After hearing what Harry said, Hermione finally relaxed completely.

Today's herbal medicine class is about repotting the mandrake.

Mandrake is a root plant that looks like a human.

Its root is in the shape of a small person, with arms and legs, and parts similar to a head and facial features, but it is usually buried in the soil.

As a magical plant with powerful magical effects, Mandrake has many uses.

But it is also a dangerous magical plant. Its cry is deadly and can cause harm to anyone who hears it, ranging from coma to death.

Therefore, learning how to handle mandrake is undoubtedly an important part of herbalism education.

Professor Sprout first demonstrated the potting process himself, his movements were skillful and precise, and then asked the little wizards to practice the same.

Among the busy figures, Harry took the lead.

With his magical perception and manipulation abilities far exceeding his peers, he skillfully and quickly completed the repotting of the mandrake.

Those smooth movements left the surrounding little wizards far behind, it was like a dimensionality reduction attack!
Professor Sprout's eyes were full of praise, and he immediately praised without hesitation:
"Well, as expected of you, Harry, you've done a fantastic job repotting it. With your talent, perhaps you'll be able to use Mandrake in battle!"

"Battle?" Hermione asked with her eyes wide open and a look of curiosity on her face.

Professor Sprout narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in memories, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he slowly explained:

"Yes, I remember a hundred years ago, there was a legendary wizard who used Mandrake, Chinese biting cabbage, and poisonous tentacles to fight. This was a fighting method she developed independently."

Harry thought of a record he had read, that there was indeed a legendary wizard a hundred years ago.

That legendary wizard performed many earth-shaking feats when he was in fifth grade.

According to records, she once single-handedly wiped out dozens of dark wizard camps, fought against dragons alone, and even successfully tamed dozens of magical animals with a danger level of up to 5X, such as phoenixes and basilisks.

Of course, the most important thing is that she is also a powerful ancient magic user.

This was also the first time Harry learned that in the wizarding world, in addition to the common modern magic, there is also ancient magic, a mysterious force that is more powerful but also comes with higher risks.

So, in order to find out whether Professor Sprout was talking about the mysterious senior student, Harry hurriedly asked:
"Professor Sprout, who is that legendary wizard you're talking about?"

"Let me think about it..." Professor Sprout narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in his memories, and said after a moment:
"She was a transfer student and didn't receive her acceptance letter to Hogwarts until her fifth year.

She was very good, but for some reason she suddenly disappeared after graduation.

My grandmother always said she was the most powerful wizard who ever lived.

Oh, I forgot to mention that my grandmother was Garrick Sprout, who taught Herbology at Hogwarts a hundred years ago. She was a famous beauty in the school back then!"

Sure enough it was her!

Harry was secretly amazed and became more and more curious about this senior student from a hundred years ago.

Judging from her known deeds, she is really special!

Harry even suspected that the strength shown by the senior sister in her fifth year might have surpassed that of Dumbledore today.

A wizard like her who possesses powerful strength and masters ancient magic can definitely live from a hundred years ago to the present, and even maintain the appearance of her youth.

But, what exactly happened a hundred years ago? Why did such a powerful wizard suddenly disappear?

Is this senior still alive?

If she were still alive, what incredible level of strength would she have reached now?
……

After the Herbology class, the second-year Gryffindor wizards went to the Great Hall for lunch.

In order to catch up with Harry's pace, Hermione is always working hard.

Even when eating, she did not relax at all. She held the wand tightly in her hand, stared at a beetle intently, and cast the Transfiguration spell over and over again.

Under her magic, the beetle continued to transform into various delicate buttons, with endless styles. Harry had told her that among all magic, Transfiguration was the most comprehensive and could handle almost any situation.

After finishing their meal, the three of them walked into the yard. The afternoon sun shone softly, and they enjoyed the surrounding scenery while chatting casually.

At this moment, a very thin little gray-haired wizard came over, holding a Muggle camera and staring at Harry.

"Hello, Harry? I'm - my name is Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a timid step forward. "I'm in Gryffindor too. Can I take your picture?"

He raised his camera expectantly.

Of course, Harry would not refuse the little fan's request. He not only let him take a photo, but also gave the little fan an autographed photo, which made him happy for a long time.

After resting, I walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

That's right, this afternoon's class is Defense Against the Dark Arts taught by Lockhart.

Along the way, Harry and his friends heard many young wizards around them discussing Lockhart enthusiastically.

In the eyes of most wizards, Lockhart is not only handsome but also talented. He has also won the "Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award" five times.

Because of this, many young wizards in the school are his loyal fans and admire him very much.

On the way, they said hello to Sir Nicholas, and many young wizards arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

When Harry walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he looked surprised.

Is this still the dark and scary Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in front of me?
The windows were opened, letting sunlight stream into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The walls were covered with portraits and photos of Lockhart himself, and the bookshelves were filled with various of Lockhart's works.

After all the young wizards arrived, Lockhart slowly walked out of the office at the back of the classroom.

With his signature bright smile on his face, he looked at the many little wizards in front of him, occasionally turning slightly to the side and striking some slightly artificial poses.

But when he saw Harry, his face froze and his smile instantly collapsed.

The sight of Harry made his feet, injured from dancing for so long, ache, even though they had been treated and healed long ago.

However, as a performer who could hide his true nature for many years, Lockhart quickly adjusted his mood.

He took a deep breath, put on his signature charming smile again, and began to introduce himself to the many young wizards:

"I believe most of you know me, Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and five-time winner of the Witcher Weekly Most Charming Smile Award.

But I never talk about these things. After all, I don’t drive away female ghosts with a smile! "

As soon as Lockhart finished speaking, the young wizards who had not yet seen through his true face suddenly cheered.

Harry, Hermione and Ron, who knew his true appearance, looked strange.

Ron's face was full of disgust, and he complained in his usual style:
"What do you mean by never mentioning these things? I've clearly introduced them one by one, but Harry is the one who has never mentioned the honors he has received."

Hermione's face was filled with embarrassment and her cheeks were red. She didn't know why she had admired this pretentious clown in front of her before?

What a shame!

Lockhart listened to the cheers in the classroom with pleasure. He liked the feeling of being admired by everyone!
However, just as he was looking very proud, his eyes inadvertently moved and swept across a corner of the classroom.

After discovering that quiet corner, the corners of his mouth, which had been raised, instantly sank and his expression became gloomy.

Harry, Hermione and Ron not only did not join the cheering, but instead huddled together and whispered something.

Although I couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, I could guess from the undisguised expressions of disgust on their faces that those were definitely not compliments to me.

Thinking of the embarrassing scene when he was fooled by Harry in front of everyone, Lockhart's face became more gloomy and he suddenly said loudly:

"I think some of you think you have enough talent, extraordinary ability and amazing fame, so you don't need to listen to my lectures..."

Lockhart walked quickly to Harry and the other two, banged on the table, and asked loudly:
"Mr. Potter, the representative of the new generation and the most popular figure in the wizarding world today, let me ask you, what is Lockhart's favorite color?"

Many young wizards looked at each other and watched the scene silently.

For some reason, they felt that the scene before them was somewhat familiar, as if a similar scene had appeared last year.

Facing Lockhart's question, Harry remained calm and replied in a nonchalant tone:
"I do not know."

Lockhart's mouth curled up slightly, his face showing a smug look, and he couldn't wait to continue asking:

"And what is Lockhart's secret ambition?"

"I don't know." Harry remained concise, with no emotion in his eyes.

After asking Harry two questions and finding he didn't know the answer, Lockhart looked pleased with himself and asked again:

"So when is Lockhart's birthday?"

Harry was too lazy to participate in this boring farce and answered directly:
"do not know."

Seeing this, Lockhart became even more proud and even began to sneer:

"Oh, so this is Harry Potter, the so-called savior of the wizarding world, but it turns out he's nothing more than this!"

Hearing this, Harry's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that he needed to teach this clown a lesson, otherwise he couldn't let him jump around like that.

Harry asked directly:
"Professor Lockhart, I don't think any of this is useful. We're here for Defense Against the Dark Arts, not your autobiography.

To be frank, I'm not uninterested in anything about you. On the contrary, I find you quite boring!"

"You!" Lockhart's face was filled with anger. He didn't expect Harry to dare to directly refute him in class!
At this moment, Ron's eyes lit up and he suggested loudly:
"Harry is so rude, I think Professor Lockhart must teach him a lesson!
I suggest that Professor Lockhart duel with Harry and prove Harry wrong with practical actions!"

"This……"

As soon as these words came out, Lockhart's body completely froze...

(End of this chapter)