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

Chapter 66: Magic Duel between the Savior and the Professor

At some point, Professor Quirrell suddenly appeared in front of Harry. He was no longer the timid, nervous and stuttering person he used to be. His whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of frost, emitting bursts of cold air.

His lips trembled slightly, and the veins on his clenched fists bulged. He was extremely angry and kept roaring in his heart:
"How dare he ignore me, as if I were an insignificant, invisible person? Why are all the eyes focused on him, while I am dispensable?"

Seeing that Harry didn't react at all after he shouted angrily, but just stared at him with deep eyes full of mockery, Quirrell couldn't help but shout again:
"Potter, answer me, did you hear my question just now? What is the Imperius Curse? What are its characteristics and effects?"

Harry was a little impatient. He didn't know what was wrong with Quirrell to disturb his study of magic.

Doesn't he know his own teaching level?

Harry decided to take advantage of this opportunity to teach Quirrell a lesson and calm him down.

Just wait quietly for death to come. Do you think it’s fun to jump out and act like a clown?

Harry replied calmly, "The Imperius Curse is one of the three Unforgivable Curses. It can control a person's thoughts and actions, causing the person to act completely according to the caster's wishes, losing self-awareness and the ability to act independently."

Even if Harry answered, Quirrell was obviously looking for trouble and didn't want it to end like this. A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his voice and asked again:
"What is the best defense against Avada Kedavra?"

"The best way is to try to avoid it, move quickly, and use the surrounding objects as cover." Harry answered without thinking.

But seeing that Quirrell was about to ask more questions, Harry frowned slightly. He didn't have that much time to waste with this fool Quirrell.

He showed a sarcastic look on his face and taunted Quirrell before he asked again:
"Professor Quirrell, your teaching method is truly unique. It would be better to let students learn faster by reading directly from the book than by just reading from it.

I suggest that future Defense Against the Dark Arts classes can be changed to self-study, or Professor Snape can be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. You are really unworthy!
All in all, taking your class is a waste of my time!"

Quirrell's face flushed crimson instantly, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, like a ignited powder keg about to explode in the next second. His eyes were wide open, staring at Harry intently, as if he wanted to devour him alive with his eyes.

"You... you are such an ignorant brat!" Quirrell hadn't expected Harry to be so audacious as to mock a professor directly. "I'm a professor. How dare you be so rude? Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little fame?"

Harry met Quirrell's angry gaze and said calmly:

"I'm sorry, professor. Please forgive my rudeness, but I'm telling the truth. Your lectures are full of loopholes and lack any quality. You really can't teach us anything.

How about we have a duel? I'll give you a chance to show off your spell skills in front of all the classmates, so you don't end up looking like a complete idiot and not even being able to beat a student."

Quirrell's face turned pale and blue, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words:

"Okay, since you want to challenge the professor, I'll grant you your wish. But don't let me beat you to a pulp and make you cry and beg me to let you go!"

Quirrell had a forced smile on his face and spoke politely, but deep down he was gritting his teeth and determined to teach Harry a lesson.

This was a perfect opportunity. Although Dumbledore was there and he didn't dare to kill Harry in order to get the Philosopher's Stone, he could let Harry lie in bed for a few months and vent his anger a little.

And in a few months, the great master will return again, and Harry Potter will definitely be killed!
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, desks and chairs were hastily pushed around to create an open space. The air was filled with a mixture of tension and excitement. The young wizards gathered in a circle, looking forward to this magic duel.

They hadn't imagined that things would develop like this in just a few minutes, with the savior about to engage in a magic duel with the professor.

The young wizards looked at the two people on the field and discussed quietly. "Who do you hope will win?"

"Of course it's Potter. He's the savior and a very good person. Besides, he's right. Professor Quirrell is a fool. He can do nothing but read from books."

"I also hope Harry wins, but it's too difficult. Professor Quirrell, no matter how weak he is, is still a professor. He is decades older than Harry, and that's a distance that's difficult to bridge."

"That's right, Harry is too young. If he were a senior student, with his talent, he might have a chance of defeating Professor Quirrell. But he is only a first-year student now and has not mastered many spells. He should not be the professor's opponent."

A fervent fan of the Messiah immediately retorted:
"Harry is a saviour, there is nothing he can't do, he breaks records and proves to us that nothing is impossible.

How could there be a first-year Potions Master, a first-year Quidditch player, or a savior who defeated the You-Know-Who right after being born!

I believe Harry can defeat Quirrell, just like he defeated You-Know-Who!"

The little wizard's words resonated with many little wizards, and they all cheered for Harry.

The same was true for Hermione and Ron. Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, while Ron was much more calm. In his mind, Harry was invincible and omnipotent!

Professor Quirrell stood at one end of the field. His usual timid look was gone, replaced by a fierce and determined expression: "You will pay for your arrogance, Harry Potter!"

Harry took out his wand and did not respond to Quirrell's ridicule, but instead carefully sensed Quirrell's magic.

The Supreme Mage once said, only speak when you can't win, and don't talk if you can win.

The Supreme Mage also said that we must try our best to deal with insects.

Oh, this Sorcerer Supreme is not Master Ancient One, but Harry.

Harry is also the Sorcerer Supreme, so what the Sorcerer Supreme said is correct!

The petite Miss Hannah served as the referee. She took a deep breath, gently held the whistle between her rosy lips, and her cheeks puffed out slightly.

As a crisp and sharp whistle cut through the air, this highly anticipated battle officially began!

Quirrell took the initiative, waving his wand and shouting, "Flame!"

A pillar of blazing flames rushed towards Harry like an angry fire dragon, burning and distorting the air wherever it passed.

Even though he could dodge, Harry remained where he was. He had a better way to deal with it.

He showed a faint smile and waved his wand confidently, using the newly created electromagnetic magic!

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　　barley
　　
　
(End of this chapter)