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

Chapter 68 Snape, I am the headmaster!
The thrilling magic duel in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread like wildfire to every corner of Hogwarts at an astonishing speed.

Whether it is the ancient and deep corridors, the bustling lounges of the four major colleges, or the remote corners of the Forbidden Forest, everyone knows that the savior Harry Potter defeated the incompetent Professor Quirrell.

When Dumbledore heard this, he was flipping through a magic book.

His hand suddenly stopped, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, he slowly put down the book in his hand, and looked through his half-moon glasses at Principal Dilis who told him this.

"It seems that the young savior has given us another surprise." He murmured softly.

At this moment, Phineas Black, the most annoying headmaster in Hogwarts history, shrieked:

"This is a disaster! An uneducated little wizard actually openly defeated the professor in class. This is a violation of the order of Hogwarts!"

In the portrait of Principal Dilis, her originally gentle smile slightly straightened, her eyes full of disapproval, and she softly but firmly retorted:
"Phineas, you can't say that. Harry has shown courage and wisdom. In the wizarding world, strength shouldn't be constrained by status or qualifications."

"That's right!" Except for a few Slytherin headmasters, the other headmasters all had a good impression of Gryffindor's savior.

Even some of the Slytherin headmasters were like this.

Dumbledore finally concluded: "Young people have unlimited potential, and we should be happy for Harry's growth. However, Quirrell is injured and will have to rest for at least a month. The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is vacant..."

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a loud bang, and Snape suddenly walked in. His usually gloomy face was now lit with excitement:

"I heard that Quirrell was defeated by Harry and was seriously injured. Humph, Quirrell is just a bumbling guy on weekdays. He is not worthy of being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Dumbledore, why don't you let me be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? I have a deep understanding of the dark arts and I have full confidence that I can help students learn truly practical knowledge and skills!"

As Percy said, everyone knew that he was most interested in the Dark Arts, and he had been coveting Quirrell's position for several years.

Now that he has the opportunity, he certainly won't miss it!
Dumbledore thought about it and nodded, but did not fully agree: "You can temporarily take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor while Quirrell is injured, but when Quirrell recovers, you need to return him to him."

"But……"

Snape wanted to say something, but when he saw Dumbledore shaking his head slightly, he knew he could not change Dumbledore's decision.

He took a deep breath and said dissatisfiedly: "Dumbledore, you will regret it!"

"Snape, I am the headmaster!" Dumbledore disagreed. He had other uses for Quirrell.

Snape snorted coldly, slammed the door, and left.

He was already considering whether to kill Quirrell privately.

He felt extremely annoyed at the thought of Quirrell, this incompetent waste, being the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was an insult to him!
………………

Defeating Quirrell boosted Harry's fame to a new level, and now wherever he goes, he is surrounded by a group of enthusiastic fans.

The enthusiasm of some of these fans was excessive, even a little crazy. Their fiery gazes and bold words made him feel uncomfortable and he could only smile bitterly.

Time passed little by little, and night fell unknowingly.

The castle was shrouded in darkness, and the moonlight was like water, spreading across every corner of Hogwarts. In this quiet night, another unknown duel was about to begin: that between Pansy and Hermione.

At midnight, in the trophy display room, the glass display cases reflected the cold moonlight, and the whole room was quiet and silent.

Harry looked at the two little witches in front of him with great interest. Hermione and Pansy were standing on either side of the room, and the atmosphere was tense.

At lunch earlier, Pansy had challenged Hermione to a secret duel in the trophy room tonight, and both parties had already arrived.

In addition to the two protagonists of the duel, there is also the alternative protagonist Harry, Ron, Malfoy and his two followers.

At this time, except for Harry, the other little wizards were excitedly waiting for the show to begin.

Young wizards of this age love romantic stories the most, and stories like Hermione and Pansy's fighting for love make them unable to stop.

Ron was so excited that his face flushed. He grabbed Harry's arm and asked, "Harry, who do you think will win the duel between Hermione and Pansy?"

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed his chin lightly with his index finger and thumb, thought for a moment, and made a judgment:
"It should be Hermione. She often studies in the library and practices spells privately. She is at least at the level of a second-year student. Pansy should not be her opponent."

Harry's voice was not small, and all the young wizards present heard it.

Hearing Harry's affirmation of her own strength, Hermione raised her little head, her fluffy brown curly hair swaying slightly with her movements, as if she had already won the game.

Pansy was very disappointed, but she pretended to be strong and said, "I will prove to Harry that I will win!"

The atmosphere was growing tense as Hermione and Pansy stood facing each other, wands in hand, their tips gleaming faintly.

But just as the duel was about to begin, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

A translucent figure passed through the wall without warning and floated over. It turned out to be Peeves, the notorious troublemaker at Hogwarts.

His eyes, which had been darting around, instantly lit up like two little light bulbs when he saw the scene before him. He jumped up and down in excitement, letting out a sharp, piercing laugh.

"Hahaha, look what I found! A group of little wizards wandering around at night! Come on, Filch, catch the little wizards!"

Peeves' shrill voice echoed far away in the quiet castle, and soon hurried footsteps were heard. It was Filch who was attracted by Peeves.

Many young wizards were in a mess. They stamped their feet anxiously. Even Malfoy kept muttering, "It's over now, it's over now!"

If Filch really catches us, the consequences will be disastrous!

Malfoy tried to warn Peeves to shut up: "Shut your mouth, Peeves!"

But Peeves acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't take Malfoy's words seriously at all.

Not only that, he deliberately raised his voice several times louder than before and shouted: "Come and catch the little wizards! Filch, if you don't come, they will run away!"

After a while, a familiar and chilling sound of footsteps came from afar, and a figure that frightened the little wizards appeared in front of everyone. It was Filch!
　Happy New Year’s Eve to everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)