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

Chapter 22 It's Harry Potter!
What surprised Harry even more was that this unkempt professor with greasy hair seemed to love him more than his Aunt Petunia ever did.

Harry was a little confused. This...

Could he be another poor guy who was ridiculed and bullied by his father?

Harry had long known from Aunt Petunia that his father, James Potter, was not a good man!

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but look at the professor with sympathy.

Poor kid, he must have been bullied by old Potter a lot in the past.

The professor was stunned when he saw Harry's reaction. He didn't expect him to react like this. Then he seemed to be enraged and stared at Harry with even more disgust.

This made Harry feel helpless, but he had no intention of going forward to apologize or forgive.

This is a dispute between the previous generation and he should not be responsible for it.

He was just a pitiful, weak and helpless candidate for the Supreme Sorcerer.

Giving the slicked-back professor another gentle smile, Harry ignored him and left him alone to sulk.

Another figure that caught Harry's attention was Professor Quirrell, whom he met in the Leaky Cauldron a month ago.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Professor Quirrell nodded in kind, and Harry gave him a kind smile in return.

He had already begun to think about when to behead Professor Quirrell with a single blow of his sword.

But before that, he had to prove Professor Quirrell's evil, or avoid the eyes of others and clear himself of suspicion.

Harry didn't want to become an enemy of the entire wizarding world just after starting school because of the crime of murdering a professor.

Hermione tugged at Harry's sleeve and pointed toward the ceiling.

There were little stars twinkling on the velvety black ceiling, which was also some kind of magic.

Hermione raised her head and explained proudly:

"There's been magic here, and it looks even brighter than the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Seeing that Miss Otter looked like she was about to praise him, Harry laughed and patted her head.

"As expected of Hermione, you are truly amazing. This is something I didn't know."

When Harry rubbed her head, Miss Otter's face flushed red. She forced herself to remain calm.

"Hmm... well, you're pretty good too."

Seeing the somewhat shy look of the little wizard at this age, Harry's smile grew even brighter.

The team of young wizards stopped, and Professor McGonagall stood in front. She used Transfiguration to create a square stool and then placed a tattered wizard hat on it.

The hat was covered in many patches, was dirty, old, and had a greasy sheen. Both Harry and Hermione disliked it.

Professor McGonagall raised her hand slightly, and the hall fell silent.

At this time, a wide crack appeared on the hat, which, together with the wrinkles on it, formed a strange human face.

The hat actually began to sing, a hoarse voice, like a medieval tune, which sounded pretty good.

When the song ended, the audience burst into applause and Hat bowed slightly, which was quite polite.

At this point, all the first-year wizards knew the true process of the Sorting Ceremony through the lyrics of the Sorting Hat, and they all complained about scaring their loved ones.

Ron was even more angry and said:

"I'm going to kill Fred for saying we're going to fight a troll!"

Harry was also a little helpless. These wizards had such a bad taste. It seemed that this was a tradition that everyone had to scare the first-year wizards every time.

This also made Harry feel relieved, at least there would be no blood spilled in Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand. She said to the many young wizards:

"Whoever's name I call will put on his hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy little witch with two golden braids walked forward, sat on a stool, and put on the hat, which just covered her eyes. After a moment, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

The little wizards at the table on the right applauded and cheered, welcoming her to sit at their table.

The little Hufflepuff wizards are really kind.

"Susan Bones," Professor McGonagall said immediately.

"Hufflepuff!" Susan quickly ran to Hannah's side. The two little witches had been on the same boat before and had become friends.

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!" The second one on the left clapped, but the applause of the Ravenclaw who loved learning was more reserved.

"Lavender Brown!"

"Gryffindor!" This was the first new student from Gryffindor, and the brave lion applauded the loudest.

After that, several young wizards were sorted into houses, and soon it was Hermione's turn.

"Hermione Granger!" shouted Professor McGonagall.

Hermione looked nervous, and Harry felt his hand being held by a small hand, which was covered in cold sweat.

Harry reached out his other hand and patted Miss Otter on the head again:
"Go ahead, it's nothing to be nervous about."

Hermione gradually relaxed, nodded slightly to Harry, and put on the dirty Sorting Hat.

"Gryffindor!"

Harry was a little surprised by Hermione's sorting. He had thought that Hermione would be sorted into Ravenclaw. After all, she was a little witch who loved to study.

But I didn't expect that she would be sorted into Gryffindor. It seems that she is also a very brave little otter.

When Neville, who was always losing his toad, was called, the result was beyond Harry's expectations.

The hat took a long time to make a decision, and finally called out Gryffindor.

This means that although Neville looks weak, he does not lack courage.

Harry felt that he might be able to develop Neville into a confidant, and the boy now admired him.

After hearing Malfoy's voice, the blond little wizard walked forward with a swagger.

The hat had hardly touched his hair when he cried out:
"Slytherin!"

Malfoy was obviously very satisfied with the sorting and met up with his younger brothers Goyle and Crabbe.

Harry envied the little wizard who loved to wet his pants. At least he didn't have to get his hair dirty by the dirty hat.

After Malfoy, there were not many young wizards left.

Morn... Knott... Parkinson... then the Patil twins... Sally Ann Box...

Finally, it’s the turn of…

"Harry Potter!" Even Professor McGonagall's voice sounded a little excited.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Harry, and they all looked at the boy who survived the disaster curiously.

The humming of many voices intertwined together, like the hissing of small flames.

"Potter, is he Harry Potter?" This was the question of the curious little Hufflepuff wizard. He had always wanted to see the lightning scar through Harry's bangs, but he couldn't see it clearly because the distance was too far.

"Wow, our Harry is so handsome!" This was a little witch from Slytherin. She was in the third grade, and she was young and ignorant. Her eyes were shining as she kept looking at Harry's face.

Thanks to the nourishment of magic, Harry's height was obviously taller than the first-year wizards and not much different from the second-year wizards. He was becoming more and more handsome and approaching perfection.

These ignorant little witches can't resist Harry's charm!

(End of this chapter)