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

Chapter 59: Filch the Borrower
Filch couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that what he saw was not an illusion. His eyes suddenly widened like bells, his face full of disbelief, and then anger quickly surged in his heart.

His face flushed crimson, veins popped out on his forehead, and he shouted loudly:
"Harry Potter! It's you again! How dare you perform such dangerous magic in school and even use the Disillusionment Charm secretly? Do you know how many school rules this violates?"

He roared and waved the cane in his hand, as if trying to vent his fear and anger.

As for why Harry could use such a difficult magic as the Disillusionment Charm and even distort the surrounding space, he had no doubts.

You want to ask why?
Harry Potter is the savior, right?

What can't the Savior do?
Filch had just read in yesterday's Daily Prophet that Harry Potter had invented two legendary potion recipes. Both different potions were being continuously purchased by the Ministry of Magic for use by Aurors in their fight against Dark wizards.

With the potion formula in front of me, everything seems to be as it should be.

Harry didn't reply to Filch immediately, but just put his index finger in front of his mouth: "Shh~"

Filch wanted to continue insulting Harry, but his eyes fell on Harry, and his pupils suddenly shrank, as if an electric current instantly passed through his body.

Harry stood in the moonlight, which outlined his thin figure and was enveloped by a clean halo.

The slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips were somewhat similar to the expression of the Dark Lord in his memory, equally elegant and handsome, equally mysterious and powerful.

Invisible fear instantly overwhelmed him, and he stammered, unable to make a sound.

Seeing this, Harry smiled with satisfaction and released his magic to suppress the soul, which was very useful for the weak.

Using this principle, it may be possible to develop group attack soul spells in the future.

Harry stared at Filch, his gaze seeming to penetrate his body and reach his soul.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a meaningful smile on his lips, looked at Filch and said:
"Mr. Filch, I recently discovered that you were taking a private correspondence course in magic from Kwikspell. It seems you are a Squib."

Filch's identity as a Squib was an eternal pain for him, which made him sad and inferior, and even caused a rift with his parents.

He was very angry, but facing such a mysterious Harry, he didn't dare to lose his temper with Harry. He could only blush and say angrily:

"Stop talking nonsense, little brat! Stop making wild guesses and just mind your own business!"

Harry raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile:

"No, Mr. Filch, being a Squib isn't an embarrassing identity. It's just that the magic in my body is stagnant and can't flow, so I can't cast spells.

Unlike Muggles, you still have magic in your body. If you can solve the problem of magic stagnation, you may be able to cast spells.

I can help you solve this problem and even improve your magical talent based on your original magic power."

Filch's eyes widened instantly, his hands began to tremble unconsciously, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement:
"Really? Are you telling the truth?"

Harry nodded confidently. "Of course. I've invented a new kind of magic that allows you to lend magic power to others. You only need to pay a certain price, and you can get rid of your Squib status and become a real wizard."

Although he was extremely excited, Filch did not completely lose his mind.

Especially when the word "loan" entered his ears, his heart skipped a beat, and the image of the devil in the story and biography instantly emerged in his mind.

What's more, Harry did not mention this matter during the day, but came alone at night using the Disillusionment Charm, which in itself was a problem.

After learning that he still had to pay a price, Filch immediately became alert and wanted to shout a warning and tell others what had happened. However, his desire to cast the spell made him hesitate again and again. Finally, he asked cautiously, "What is the price?"

Filch was thinking about what price he could accept. He hesitated, wondering if he could give his soul for the sake of casting the spell.
The answer is - yes!
His desire to cast spells had long been imprinted in his soul; it was a part that had been missing since he was born.

For this, he is willing to give everything.

Wait…except Mrs. Norris!

Harry, who had been observing Filch, knew that it was done when he saw him like this.

He said calmly, "A few Galleons, a few concessions from school rules—those are quite generous, aren't they?"

"That's it?" Filch was overjoyed. He had thought it would be a very high price, but it turned out to be very low.

In order to acquire the ability to cast spells and become a real wizard, he spent a lot of gold galleons on various correspondence courses. If he could cast spells successfully, he was willing to spend all his savings.

Compared to the gold Galleons, turning a blind eye to Harry's violation of school rules would be a more expensive price for him.

He had always been grateful to Dumbledore for allowing him, a Squib, to be the caretaker of Hogwarts and giving him a well-paid job.

In order to repay this favor, he has worked very hard for decades and never let go of any little wizard who violated school rules.

Filch hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed to Harry's request.

He simply couldn't resist the temptation to cast a spell.

"I agreed!"

From then on, Filch became a real wizard, and Harry also gained enough convenience to even get a lot of hidden passages about Hogwarts Castle from Filch.

Filch possessed magical power, so Harry would not lose money even if there was no price for this deal, and now he was making a lot of money.

Based on the slowly growing magic power in his body, Harry judged that if he could have ten wizards with magical powers as lenders, the growth rate of the controllable magic power in his body would at least double!
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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight gently shines on the ancient spire of Hogwarts Castle, giving it a layer of dazzling gold.

The outline of the castle gradually became clear in the dim light, and its Gothic architectural style exuded mystery and solemnity.

The towers soar into the clouds, intertwined with the swirling morning mist, as if blurring the boundary between reality and magic.

The surface of the Black Lake in the distance is shimmering, and the reflection of the lake and the castle complement each other, creating a dreamlike scene.

As time passed, the laughter of students gradually rang out from the castle, breaking the tranquility of the early morning, and a new day began at Hogwarts Castle.

Ron yawned and said wistfully, "The weekend went by so quickly. I really wish there was a magic trick that could slow down the passage of time."

Harry raised the corner of his mouth with a mischievous smile:

"Time magic does exist. The Department of Mysteries seems to have conducted relevant research, but they consider it top secret. Currently, the only publicly available information about time magic is the Time Turner."

Ron's eyes lit up: "Is there any way to get a time converter?"

　Please give me a monthly ticket~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)