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

Chapter 53 Potter! Potter!
Harry looked behind him and saw a heavy wooden door that smelled old slowly closing.

It's clear that he's returned to the location before he traveled through time, which is different from the random travel through the Marvel world, and seems to be fixed.

However, this cannot be confirmed. There are too few cases at present, and it will take multiple crossings to find the pattern.

After traveling to the multiverse, why did he appear in the cave where Tony was kidnapped?
Returning to the Wizarding World, why hasn't the location changed?
Or is it that there was no change only in these two times, and the location might be moved in a future time travel?

Putting aside the doubts in his mind for the moment, Harry sat in the center of the Potions classroom with Miss Otter and Ron.

The lighting in the Potions classroom was not sufficient. Several old chandeliers flickered with dim light, casting mottled shadows on the walls. The entire space looked mysterious and solemn.

On the surrounding walls were portraits of many serious potion masters, and specimens of strange potion materials were displayed.

In the center of the classroom, there is a wooden table covered with carvings, on which are placed crucibles, mortars and other tools.

The podium in front is thick and greasy, the huge stone crucible is covered with runes, the blackboard is filled with recipes, and the fireplace in the corner has a light blue flame dancing, mysterious and quiet.

Very nice, familiar Hogwarts style.

Sitting on the stool, Harry thought about his schedule at Hogwarts.

For the young wizards, nothing happened, but for him, several months had passed, and if he didn't recall it specifically, some things might be forgotten.

First of all, it was class. Today was Friday and there were no classes in the afternoon. Hagrid wrote to ask me to go find him.

During the next weekend, he planned to recruit lenders, with his primary target being Filch, the Squib with an awkward personality.

After that, you need to show your talent in flying lessons, try to join the Quidditch team in advance, win more fame, improve your reputation, and prepare for reforming the world in the future.

That should be it, wait... we also need to research more powerful magic.

Suddenly Harry thought of the experiment he had done before. He lifted his arm and found both runes were there.

Very good, this proves that as long as it is inside the body, even foreign objects can be carried across the world.

Next is the magic AI Hedwig. This magic artificial intelligence named after the snowy owl Hedwig is also brought here, but because of the reduction in controllable magic power, its computing power has been greatly reduced.

This is not a problem, it would be a great help if you can bring it here.

Previously set calculations can still run normally in the wizarding world.

"Harry, Harry?" Harry was thinking when he suddenly heard Ron's voice: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Um, oh, nothing, I was just daydreaming."

Ron's face wrinkled, and he said worriedly:
"Harry, Fred, and George told me that Professor Snape is very partial to the Slytherins and always has a sour face, as if someone stole his wife. I wonder how he will bully us in this class."

Even Hermione wrinkled her nose and sighed, "During the Sorting Ceremony, I noticed that Professor Snape was staring at Harry as if he wanted to eat him alive.

He is very likely dissatisfied that the savior did not join Slytherin but joined Gryffindor instead. Harry, you have to be careful. "

Harry smiled and comforted the two: "Don't worry, I should attract Professor Snape's full attention, and it is highly likely that you won't be affected."

"Why?" Miss Otter, who was used to asking questions, asked immediately.

Harry explained: "I heard from Hagrid that Professor Snape had some problems with my parents. It was a problem left by the elders.

But don't worry, as long as I'm careful and don't make any mistakes, Snape won't be able to do anything to me." Bang!
At this moment, the door of the Potions classroom was suddenly pushed open, and a large bat flapped its wings as it walked. When it reached the podium, it turned around and faced everyone.

Like Flitwick, Snape's first thing to do in class was to take attendance.

Similarly, when he called out to Harry, he stopped, stared fiercely downwards, and stared into Harry's emerald green eyes and said:

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, this is our new arrival—the famous one!"

All the little wizards in Slytherin covered their mouths and chuckled. Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been at odds with each other, and they would not miss any opportunity to laugh at those naughty kids, even if they were the saviors.

But no one noticed that Malfoy, the famous little wizard in the first year of Slytherin, did not laugh. Instead, when the two stupid followers wanted to laugh, he slapped them on the head, forcing them to hold back.

It was obvious that poor little Malfoy was definitely traumatized. Perhaps every time he closed his eyes, he would recall the experience of being almost beheaded.

After Snape finished calling the roll, he looked up at the whole class. His eyes were very similar to Hagrid's, dark.

But there was no warmth in his eyes like Hagrid, leaving only indifference and emptiness, which reminded people of two dark whirlpools.

Under his gaze, all the young wizards fell silent, and even the crackling sound of burning candles could be heard in the classroom.

Snape spoke, his voice was so low, almost a whisper, but under the influence of magic, everyone could hear him clearly:

"You have come here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of potion preparation.

Since there's no silly wand-waving going on here, many of you won't believe this is magic.

I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and fragrant aroma.

You will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts and minds confused and their wills confused...

I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death...

But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the stupid fools I often encounter. "

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the magical ability to effortlessly keep order in the classroom.

After his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

Ron and Hermione leaned forward, sitting up straight, trying to prove that they were not stupid or foolish.

But Harry was unmoved. If he had been twelve years old, Snape's words would have made him panic, but now it was completely different.

In the past, before every battle with the devil, they would trash talk each other, but gradually Harry learned that he only needed to rush up and chop off the devil's head without saying too much.

So he was looking forward to seeing how Snape would target him and what moves he would make.

Sure enough, the next moment Snape glared at him fiercely. It was really majestic as he looked down at him from a high position.

Of course, that was what Harry thought; poor Miss Otter and Ron were already trembling.

They all thought Snape was glaring at them menacingly.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly raised his voice. "What would I get if I added powdered asphodel root to the wormwood infusion?"

(End of this chapter)