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

Chapter 98: Meeting the Parents Again (Please Subscribe!)
In the wizarding world, Harry's wealth is also enough to make him one of the richest people.

So as soon as the train started slowly and the wheels made a rhythmic sound of friction against the rails, Harry stood up and walked towards the attendant who was pushing the snack cart. Without hesitation, he waved his hand and bought a lot of snacks to eat with the little otter.

The little otter sat opposite Harry, staring at him without blinking, and put the lollipop in his mouth, his cheeks slightly puffed up, sucking continuously, as if trying to squeeze out every bit of sweetness from this big lollipop.

After a while, she gently pulled the lollipop out from between her lips. The crystal clear tip of the lollipop formed a faint, shiny thread between her rosy lips.

The silk thread flickered in the soft light in the carriage, and it took a while before it slowly broke.

At first, Harry didn't take it too seriously, thinking she was just worried. But as time went by, that gaze was like a thorn in his back, and even Harry gradually felt uncomfortable.

Finally, Harry couldn't help it. He turned slightly to meet Hermione's gaze head-on. His eyes were full of confusion. He asked softly, "Hermione, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me?"

After being reminded by Harry, Hermione finally came back to her senses. Her pretty face flushed, she took a deep breath, and said the words she had revised many times in her mind: "Harry, can I come to your house during the holidays?"

When Harry heard this, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face, and he responded without hesitation: "Of course no problem!"

After saying this, he seemed to think of something and reminded with a smile:

"But our two homes are quite far from each other. If you want to come to my house to play, you can call me and I will open a portal for you, and you can be at my house in the blink of an eye."

"Portal?" Hermione frowned slightly, her eyes full of confusion. She had never heard of this magic.

Harry nodded and explained patiently:
“Yes, this is my bloodline magic, somewhat similar to Apparition, but it can create a fixed portal between two locations and can also bring others through.

As long as you determine your starting point and destination, you can reach wherever you want to go instantly."

When Hermione heard this, her eyes lit up immediately. What a convenient magic!
But in the next second, she felt like she was doused with a basin of cold water. The excitement in her body instantly dissipated. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she looked a little lost. She murmured:
"But the Ministry of Magic has clearly stated that magic cannot be performed in the Muggle world. If we do this, we will be violating the rules and will be tracked down by the Ministry of Magic. We may even be expelled from Hogwarts!"

Hermione's worries were not worth mentioning to Harry.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and said:
"Don't worry. The Ministry of Magic can detect our magic because of the traces attached to the wands. If we just change to a wand without traces, we can easily hide it from them. It just so happens that I have a lot of spare wands."

"That's great," Hermione said happily, with the corners of her mouth raised high, revealing two shallow dimples.

Outside the window of the Hogwarts Express, snowflakes were fluttering down. The rolling hills in the distance had long been covered with snow, outlining soft lines, like a sleeping dragon.

The scenery outside the window was beautiful. Harry and Hermione looked out while chatting. When the snow stopped falling, the train stopped at the Nine and Three Quarters station.

When Harry and Hermione walked sideways through the wall that looked ordinary but actually hid magical secrets and stepped into King's Cross Station, the platform was already crowded with people.

Many parents of little wizards were waiting here early, their eyes full of anticipation, eagerly searching for their children among the crowd leaving the station.

Harry easily spotted the Dursleys with just a casual glance.

Uncle Vernon's sturdy figure was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, and Aunt Petunia stood aside, her lips as thin as a blade also eye-catching.

And Dudley was as fat as a small mountain, squeezing the space around him into a cramped space.

As time went on, Harry got to know the Dursleys better.

Although the Dursleys were not as caring as Uncle Ben and Aunt May, they still took good care of him.

You know, after Harry's parents passed away, it was Aunt Petunia who took him in as a baby, regardless of the possibility of revenge from dark wizards.

But not every aunt would raise her nephew at the risk of having her entire family killed by a dark wizard.

Harry was just about to say goodbye to Hermione and go meet the Dursleys who were waving vigorously in the distance.

At this moment, Hermione's clear and somewhat joyful voice came from behind: "Dad, Mom!"

Hermione rushed forward, ran briskly, and threw herself into the arms of an elegant woman.

The woman's face was filled with a gentle smile, her eyes full of love for her daughter. She patted Hermione's back gently and muttered something.

Harry recognized her immediately; he had seen and spoken briefly to the couple at King's Cross Station on the first day of term.

Harry also walked forward, bowed slightly, and greeted Mr. and Mrs. Granger: "Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, long time no see, I'm really glad to see you again."

Mr. Granger obviously remembered the little wizard who had helped them before, and responded with a smile: "Little Potter, we are also very happy to meet you."

Mrs. Granger nodded slightly and added, "It seems that you and Hermione have become very good friends. This is great." "Yes, Hermione is very good at school. She helps Ron and me a lot." Harry responded with a smile.

When Hermione heard Harry's words, a blush instantly appeared on her cheeks, and even her ears turned slightly red.

In fact, she helped Harry very few times, but it was Harry who gave her great help in all aspects of study and life.

No matter whether it was obscure magical knowledge or interpersonal communication problems that gave her a headache, she could always find a solution by asking Harry.

Thinking of this, Hermione raised her head slightly, looked at Harry, and whispered back, "No, I'm the one being taken care of!"

Hermione hugged her mother tightly and proudly introduced Harry's "great achievements" to her parents:
"Mom and Dad, do you know that Harry is a superstar in the Quidditch arena at Hogwarts? Moreover, he is the youngest Potions Master in the history of the wizarding world.

Not long ago, he even defeated Professor Quirrell and became a famous dueling master. In private, some young wizards even call him the Thunder King. He is so powerful! "

Hearing their daughter's endless praise, Mr. and Mrs. Granger's eyes were full of curiosity. Their gazes unconsciously fell on Harry and looked him over carefully.

As Hermione's parents, they knew their daughter's temperament very well.

Hermione was an extremely proud child at heart. There were very few people she could look up to, let alone someone with a gleam of almost admiration in his eyes like she was at this moment.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked thoughtful, their eyes slightly narrowed, and they observed the interaction between their daughter and Harry calmly.

After a moment, Mrs. Granger understood, and the smile on her face became more kind, and she nodded to Harry.

Mr. Granger had a grim look on his face, full of disbelief, as if the cabbages he had worked so hard to grow had been eaten by pigs before they even grew up.

Mrs. Granger spoke softly and gently,

"Thank you, little Potter, for taking care of Hermione during her time at Hogwarts.

If you are free in the future, please come to our house. The pizza I make is a must-try in Hermione's eyes. It's our token of appreciation for your kindness."

Harry spoke briefly with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, then turned and waved goodbye to Hermione, heading in the direction of the Dursleys.

Afterwards, Harry got into the car amid the flattering smiles of the Dursleys. As the engine started, the car slowly drove away from King's Cross Station and gradually disappeared around the corner of the street.

At the same time, the Grangers drove out of the station.

Inside the car, warm sunlight streamed through the window onto the seat. Mr. Granger held the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. However, a hint of doubt crossed his face, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Hermione, have you noticed that Harry's aunt and family are so polite to him, as if they owe Harry a lot of money?"

Hearing her husband's question, Mrs. Granger nodded slightly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Obviously, she also noticed the strange attitude of Harry's aunt and her family.

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat, looked matter-of-fact, raised her chin slightly, and said with a bit of pride:

"What's so strange about this? Harry is already very powerful! His status as a Potions Master alone is very prestigious. Even the professors at Hogwarts have to be polite when they see him!"

Along the way, Hermione excitedly told her parents about all the great things Harry had done at Hogwarts.

As Hermione continued to tell the story, the Grangers' reactions changed from initial curiosity to amazement, with them occasionally letting out a heartfelt exclamation.

When Hermione described with great excitement that Harry could actually use magic to shoot a super-electromagnetic cannon, the couple's eyes widened in shock, with disbelief written all over their faces.

Mrs. Granger is fond of science fiction novels in her spare time, so she naturally knows about the powerful power of the railgun.

She couldn't help but gently cover her red lips, her eyes widening, her face full of disbelief, and she murmured, "Oh my God, that child is so powerful?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly like a rattle, and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, Harry is very good!"

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Dusk quietly climbed up the window frame, and the dim light passed through the mottled glass, casting irregular patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Pushing open the door, Harry returned to the familiar room, cleaned the room with a cleaning spell, lay on the bed, and began to organize his things.

He took out the most suitable wand from the many wands he made, and then put the original wand into the pocket dimension.

Next, he had to go to Knockturn Alley as soon as possible and find a few unlucky guys to experiment with the Avada Lightning Curse!

(End of this chapter)