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

Chapter 65 Quirrell's Provocation

Seeing that the two young wizards were getting along very happily, Professor McGonagall nodded and thought for a moment before saying:

"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore about making an exception for the first years. We need a better Quidditch team than last year.

We were badly beaten by the Slytherin team in the last match, and I didn’t dare to meet Snape for several weeks..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with expectation, and she said firmly:
"Harry, your talent in flying is obvious to all. You are the hope of the Gryffindor team. I will buy you a Nimbus 2000. I hope you can use it to defeat Slytherin!"

Harry nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Professor, I won't let you down and will definitely defeat Slytherin!"

At the same time, Harry thought, with Professor McGonagall's current favorability towards him, he should be able to ask her for a pass to the restricted area after the next class, right?
By dinner time, most of the young wizards knew that Harry had been admitted to the Quidditch team as an exception.

Ron was about to put a piece of steak kidney into his mouth, but he forgot about it halfway and looked at Harry with envy:

"Seeker? Merlin's pants, you must be the youngest player on the house team in years!"

"A century!" Hermione leaned against Harry and corrected Ron with a proud look on her face, as if she had won such an honor.

Many young wizards were paying attention to the situation here, and they were all whispering, no doubt, they were all telling the name of the savior.

Ever since Harry entered school, he has been a frequent visitor to private exchanges among young wizards, from being the savior to the youngest potions master, and now the youngest member of the team.

At first they might have doubted whether Harry's identity as the savior was worthy of his title, but now they don't think so at all.

If Harry isn't the savior, who is?
At this moment, Miss Pansy with short hair walked towards Harry with brisk steps, her neat short hair swaying slightly with her movements.

She was about to talk to Harry when she suddenly saw Hermione standing very close to him, almost sticking to him. Her eyebrows immediately raised and her anger grew rapidly.

The first time she saw Harry, she was impressed by his perfect appearance and elegant manners, and developed a liking for him.

Pansy had heard stories about the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord was just as elegant and powerful when he was in school, but he was nowhere near as powerful as Harry.

She believed that Harry was destined to have a great future, so she wanted to follow Harry and, if possible, hope to become Harry's wife.

Seeing Hermione so close to her savior, her jealousy completely erupted: "Hermione, I want to duel with you!"

Pansy's sudden outburst surprised everyone around her, but Pansy didn't care about what others thought. Instead, she stared at Hermione face to face and whispered:

"We'll meet in the trophy room at midnight, and only the winner will get to stay with Harry!"

Harry was speechless. What was going on? Little witches nowadays were too precocious.

I remember the last time he was twelve years old... well, it seemed like it was the same, and there were little girls fighting each other for him.

Harry felt helpless. He was such a sinful man.

Just when he wanted to stop the two of them, he didn't expect that Hermione actually agreed:
"Okay, I accept your invitation to duel!"

Hermione's mind told her not to agree as it was against school rules.

But after hearing the bet, she couldn't help it. She wanted to prove that she could stay by Harry's side!

As for school rules, what are they!
The brave Miss Otter suddenly realized that the school rules were not as difficult to break as she had imagined! After Hermione agreed, Pansy snorted coldly and then secretly stared at Harry. When she saw him looking at her, her face flushed and she trotted away, looking very happy.

Hermione also clenched her fists, ready to go back and prepare for battle immediately, determined to kill Pansy.

Suddenly, she saw Harry looking at her with a strange look, and she became a little nervous: "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

Harry shook his head, a gentle smile on his face, as the Sorcerer Supreme told him, "No, you did very well, you are a brave little witch!"

As he said before, Hermione has great potential and she should be her own sun!

Ron, who was standing by, saw the interaction between his two companions and grumbled in a low voice:
"I almost thought Harry had Veela blood. What an enviable... despised luck in love!"

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At Hogwarts on Wednesday, sunlight shone through the stained glass onto the ancient corridors. Students hurried to class with their books in their arms, their robes brushing the ground.

There are two classes this morning, Transfiguration and Charms.

After the Transfiguration class, Harry asked Professor McGonagall for permission to move to the restricted area on the pretext of delving deeper into Transfiguration, and she agreed without hesitation.

In the previous class, Harry's performance in Transfiguration had reached that of an advanced grade, and even some transformations of matter had surprised even Professor McGonagall.

Therefore, she handed the handwritten approval note to Harry without hesitation, and only reminded him before leaving:
"Harry, the Quidditch match is about to begin. If possible, remember to spend more time on Quidditch. You can learn Transfiguration later."

Harry covered his mouth and chuckled when he heard what Professor McGonagall said. He didn't expect that the Transfiguration Professor would actually tell him to learn less Transfiguration and focus more on Quidditch.

This is enough to show Professor McGonagall's love for Quidditch, and it also reflects that she is really afraid of losing!

In the subsequent Charms class, Harry also performed exceptionally well, using all kinds of spells, so Professor Flitwick decisively invited Harry to join the Charms Club.

Similar to the Transfiguration Club, the Spells Club aims to teach students practical magical skills and allow them to practice the various uses of magic in a safe environment.

The meeting time of the Charms Club did not conflict with that of the Transfiguration Club, so Harry naturally agreed.

When it was afternoon, Harry opened the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and found a secluded seat to sit down. He then focused more on deducing the electromagnetic cannon array.

Quirrell not only has problems, he is most likely a dark wizard and his teaching level is very poor.

He could barely do anything but read from the book, and besides that, the only thing worth noting was the unpleasant smell of garlic all over his body.

Harry decided to give up the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes altogether and use the time to study new magic.

But Quirrell was a fussy guy and didn't seem happy about Harry ignoring him.

Just as Harry was getting into the process of reasoning about the magic circle, a sudden shout interrupted his thoughts: "Potter, answer me, did you hear my question just now?"

Putting the quill down, Harry looked up.

Some people are about to die, but they still bother others to push them.

(End of this chapter)