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

Chapter 69 Peeves: Filch, say something!

Filch's face was as gloomy as a dark cloud, and he was holding the old broom handle he used to punish students tightly in his hand, and he was approaching them step by step.

Seeing this scene, Peeves' eyes were full of pride, as if he had already seen the miserable looks of these little wizards when they were punished. He laughed as if his prank was successful.

But just when the little wizards were trembling with fear, thinking that they were about to be scolded by Filch and put in detention, something strange happened.

The moment Filch saw them, he suddenly stopped moving forward and his expression became very strange.

His lips moved, but nothing came out. Then, he turned around without saying a word and left!
This made the little wizards very confused and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Peeves caught up with Filch and yelled, "Filch, don't you see? There's a group of little wizards wandering around at night. Go catch them!"

But Filch still didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard it, and walked firmly towards the distant night.

Peeves panicked. His prank was about to fail. He said anxiously, "Filch!"

Filch still didn't answer.

Peeves raised his voice again, "Ahhh, Filch!"

"..."

Peeves completely broke down. He kept acting weird in front of Filch, trying to attract Filch's attention, but always failed.

Finally, with a hint of tears in his voice, he said, "Filch, say something! Say something!"

Filch still said nothing and just walked away, gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, leaving behind only the collapsed Peeves with a look of being tortured.

The young wizards looked at each other, all confused by this sudden change.

Crabbe and Goyle stared with wide eyes, confusion written all over their faces, staring at Filch's departing back, stunned where they were.

After a long moment, Crabbe nudged Goyle with his elbow and muttered in a hoarse voice:
"Hey, what's wrong with Filch? Normally, when he sees us make a mistake, he'll rush over like a mad troll, threatening to run away. Why did he just turn around and walk away today?"

Goyle scratched his tangled hair, frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "How should I know? Could it be that he suddenly changed his personality? But this is too strange. His expression just now was as if he had seen a Boggart."

Malfoy was also confused, but compared to his two followers, he deliberately maintained the so-called etiquette of a pure-blood aristocrat and did not yell, but his eyes kept scanning, hoping to find the reason.

Soon he spotted Ron smirking, and realized Ron knew why, so he quickly asked, "Redhead, do you know why Filch left so suddenly?"

Ron had been expecting Malfoy to ask this question, and when he heard this, his chin instantly raised even higher, his nostrils almost turned up to the sky, and the smugness on his face was almost overflowing.

He raised his voice, deliberately drawing out the tone, and laughed sarcastically, "Haha, Malfoy, you also get confused sometimes? Let me tell you, Filch has been Harry's lender for a long time. As long as he doesn't want to lose his spellcasting ability, he will definitely not offend Harry easily!"

Malfoy naturally knew that Harry could cure Squibs, but he didn't know the specific details.

Knowing this at this time, he looked at Harry strangely. It turned out that his method of treatment was borrowing, which was not like the ability possessed by a savior.

As the direct descendant of a pure-blood family, he naturally knew the benefits of borrowing money.

The Squibs, who are merely manipulated through borrowing, are an absolutely die-hard force!

Malfoy suddenly shuddered, and the fear that had just faded away surged from his heart again. He suddenly realized that if Harry wanted to become the third generation Dark Lord... these Squibs would be the best Death Eaters!

No, no, no, Harry shouldn't be that kind of person. He is a good person... right?

Malfoy touched his neck, the phantom pain of having been nearly beheaded still lingering, and he suddenly became unsure of his guess.

There is something extremely wrong with this savior!

Suddenly, Malfoy noticed someone staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He looked in that direction and was horrified to find that it was Harry Potter!
The smile on Harry's face was still gentle and bright, but the words he said did not sound like a savior:

"Malfoy, I remember that your family is an ancient pure-blood family. You have good talents, but you are unable to display the abilities that a pure-blood should have. If you want to improve yourself, you can come to me. I can make Squibs cast spells, and I can also make wizards more powerful."

Malfoy was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

He was indeed somewhat dissatisfied with his talent. Although it was very powerful compared to ordinary young wizards, it was not what a pure-blood should be like.

In his mind, pure-bloods should be absolutely powerful, completely above other wizards. Only in this way can the nobility of pure-bloods be reflected, rather than being expressed only in words and wealth as it is now.

So, he couldn't refuse Harry's proposal, he was completely moved!
After Filch left, Peeves was shocked and had no intention of continuing to make trouble. The duel between Hermione and Pansy went on as scheduled.

The duel between the two was quite impressive for first-year students, as both were proficient in using spells that were only learned in higher grades.

After a fight, the result was as Harry expected. Hermione knocked Pansy's wand away with an invulnerable disarming spell, and the duel ended with Hermione's victory.

After losing the game, Pansy's face turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained out of her. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, took one last look at Harry, and then trotted away crying.

She was crying because she lost and she was not worthy of following Harry.

But she will not give up. Instead, she will work harder until she defeats Hermione, avenges her previous humiliation, and regains everything that belongs to her!
She, Pansy Parkinson, is back as the queen!
The game was over and the young wizards returned to their respective lounges.

On the way back, Harry touched Hermione's head and praised her: "Hermione, you are amazing. I believe you will become a great wizard in the future."

Harry decided to encourage Hermione from time to time and build up her confidence. In the future, Hermione would share his worries and make it easier for him to slack off.

Hermione was startled for a moment, and then a blush quickly crept up her cheeks, and even her ears turned red: "Thank you, Harry, I will definitely become a great wizard!"

But there was one thing Hermione didn't say, which was that she had to follow Harry closely and not fall too far behind him!

Seeing that the encouragement was very effective, Harry felt relieved and the smile on his face became even brighter.

As the three of them were walking, Harry suddenly stopped and looked straight into the depths of a dark corridor.

The corridor was hidden in darkness, filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

Harry frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He could clearly sense a powerful magical fluctuation coming from there!

　Happy New Year! I wish you all good health, harmony, good fortune and success in the new year!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)