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

Chapter 99 Dazzling White

The next morning, the soft sunlight had not yet completely dispelled the mist. Aunt Petunia tiptoed to Harry's door, raising her hand with extreme caution, for fear of disturbing anything.

She cleared her throat and spoke with a gentleness she had never had before. She gently reminded him, "Harry, it's time to get up. I just made dinner. It will get cold if you don't eat it now."

"I understand, auntie. I'll be up right away." Harry's lazy voice came from the bedroom, with a bit of naivety and casualness of just waking up.

Aunt Petunia was standing at the door. When she heard this, a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart, and the expression on her face instantly became complicated.

Aunt Petunia had noticed something was wrong ever since Harry had returned from Hogwarts; Harry's attitude towards her had become much better.

When Harry left, he looked at her as if she were an annoying relative, but now, it was as if he really regarded her as a family member.

Thinking back to the bad things she had done to Harry in the past, Aunt Petunia felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, and slowly closed her eyes. After a long while, she opened them again, exhaled, and walked downstairs slowly with heavy steps.

When Harry slowly walked down the stairs and entered the living room, the Dursleys were already sitting neatly at the dining table.

On the dining table, several plates of carefully cooked dishes were placed in an orderly manner, steam rose up, and the aroma of food filled the air.

However, the Dursleys all sat quietly in their seats, their knives and forks neatly placed, not moving at all, obviously waiting for Harry's arrival.

After all, in the eyes of the Dursleys, Harry is now a creditor who holds the key to their lifeline.

Ever since they were able to cast magic, the desire for magic in this family has grown like weeds.

They knew very well that as long as they wanted to perform magic, they had to treat Harry nicely.

Uncle Vernon saw Harry walking down the stairs slowly, and his originally stiff and rigid face was instantly filled with a flattering smile.

He stood up hurriedly, rubbing his hands awkwardly in front of him, and asked attentively, "Harry, you just came back from Hogwarts. Are you used to living here? If you are not satisfied with anything, just tell your uncle!"

Harry smiled gently, his voice neither hurried nor slow, with a hint of comfort: "Of course, it's nice here. The bed at Hogwarts isn't as soft as the one at home. Home is still more comfortable."

"That's good, that's good." "That's good, that's good!" Uncle Fenon's smile became even more obscene when he heard this.

Perhaps because Harry had returned from Hogwarts, the Dursleys' table was particularly sumptuous today. The usual simple meals were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a variety of delicious dishes that exuded an alluring aroma.

Roast beef, royal cream chicken, oxtail soup, Welsh broth, apple pudding, etc. These dishes looked delicious and made Dudley's mouth water.

During the meal, Aunt Petunia's eyes narrowed into crescents. From time to time, she picked up her fork and enthusiastically helped Harry with food, muttering:

"Eat more, eat more. You are in the critical period of growth now, so you can't go hungry. These are your favorite foods, so you're welcome."

Harry took it, nodded slightly, a polite smile on his lips, and said softly: "Thank you, auntie!"

Dudley, who was standing by, felt a little jealous when he saw that Harry had snatched away the treatment he once had. But starting from the two months of summer vacation, he gradually realized that this home was no longer the home it used to be.

The owner of this house now is Harry Potter!
Besides, he also liked magic very much. In order to be able to use magic, it was nothing for him to suffer a little during the few days that Harry was at home.

Dudley also gave a flattering smile and said to Harry, "Cousin, when can you take us to see the wizarding world?"

He had long wanted to visit the wizarding world to see different sights. However, before leaving last time, Harry had warned them not to cast magic easily outside, otherwise if they were discovered by the Ministry of Magic, they might be imprisoned in Azkaban.

So, even after several months, they still had no access to the wizarding world.

Harry thought about it and didn't refuse: "I'll take you there in two days. I have something to take care of these days."

After a pause, Harry continued, "I've recently mastered some new magic that you might consider exchanging."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry raised his hand and waved it gently. A teacup began to twist and deform. The wooden texture gradually faded, and was replaced by a piece of soft parchment.

After a moment, Harry reached out and caught the slowly falling parchment, which was densely written with details of his newly mastered magic.

He handed the parchment to the Dursleys.

The Dursleys sat around the dining table, their heads pressed together, curiously reading the magical contents on the parchment.

At this time, Harry coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and continued, "I was thinking that I could help you test your magical talents. Maybe I could make some unexpected discoveries."

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Petunia was a little confused and asked, "Don't we have magical talents?"

Harry shook his head and patiently explained, "That only means you have no magical power, but the situation is different now. You have borrowed my magic power, and it is very likely that you have hidden other types of magical talents."

Harry reached out and gently held the hands of Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley in turn.

He closed his eyes slightly, frowned slightly, and concentrated his mind. His magic power was like a flexible silk thread, flowing along his palm and slowly into the bodies of the three people.

After a moment, Harry opened his eyes, a thought flashing in his eyes.

He found that Aunt Petunia was the most adaptable to the magic of the wizarding world.

Although her talent was far inferior to that of ordinary wizards, and even to that of Filch, the clumsy administrator of Hogwarts, it was still a surprising discovery. He thought it might be related to the fact that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister.

Therefore, relying on her magic power, Aunt Petunia can master many special magics in the wizarding world, such as cleansing, but don't even think about more difficult magics.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon are far less adaptable to magic than Aunt Petunia.

However, Harry unexpectedly discovered that Uncle Vernon had a medium talent for telekinesis, while Dudley had an outstanding talent for electric current enhancement magic, which was also medium.

Harry told them all about the magical talents one by one. When they heard that they could exchange them for corresponding magic, the family was excited but reluctant, with pained expressions on their faces.

After they had weighed the pros and cons, Harry assisted them in exchanging for the permanent rights to use the three primary spells, then left home with a smile and headed for Diagon Alley.

As some of the most important places in the British wizarding world, many important magical places such as Diagon Alley, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic have set up powerful magical protections and restrictions.

These spells restrict the use of Apparition to prevent unauthorized entry and protect the order and secrets of the wizarding world, so most wizards need to enter Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron.

In an instant, a distorted light and shadow flashed, and Harry appeared out of thin air in a dark alley not far from the Leaky Cauldron.

Before the dizziness caused by the Apparition had completely dissipated, he keenly sensed that two fearful eyes were fixed on him deep in the alley.

Looking closely, I saw a man pressing a woman against the mottled wall. The woman's face was full of fear, and her eyes were full of helplessness and despair.

Her clothes were disheveled and her collar was wide open, revealing two glaring white spots on her chest, which looked particularly dazzling in this dark and depressing alley.

If an ordinary person saw this scene at first glance, he would most likely think it was a robbery.

But after careful observation, Harry could tell from the thick foundation on the woman's face, her dusty face, the dark purple grapes, and the man's clothes that didn't look like robbery at all that this was a scene of an illegal transaction!
Harry held his forehead with his hand. He was really unlucky. Usually no one came to this alley, but he didn't expect that two illegal traders looking for excitement would come here today.

After a moment's pause, the bald man realized what had just happened. Seeing the wizard robes on Harry, he asked uncertainly, "You...you are a wizard? Are wizards really real?"

Harry had no intention of answering his question. He simply pointed his wand at the man and said calmly, "Obliviate!"

The two people connected by a negative distance were stunned for a moment, and then continued the exciting and thrilling competition.

Harry left the alley, only to hear cries of pain: "Oh, no! No, no!"

Tsk tsk tsk, don’t be fooled by the bald man’s weak look, it seems that the combat nun with rich combat experience was at a disadvantage in the gunfight.

It's unbelievable!
Because he needed to do something bad, something that he couldn't dare see anyone, and something that required at least two people, Harry didn't use his original appearance, but changed his appearance.

Although his illusion magic is not as good as Loki's, he is also proficient in it. As long as he is not involved in a fierce battle, others will not be able to see through his illusion.

At this moment, he transformed into an ordinary, inconspicuous little wizard.

Without the dazzling halo of the past, naturally, he did not attract the attention of wizards and cause a sensation like the last time he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron.

He walked through the bar in a low-key manner, as light as a cat, and quietly came to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. He tapped a brick lightly and walked into Diagon Alley through the open passage.

Diagon Alley hasn't changed much, it still looks the same as I remember, bustling yet exuding an ancient and old atmosphere.

After a little groping, Harry quickly found the narrow passage leading to the adjacent Knockturn Alley.

The corridor was filled with a pungent odor, sewage was flowing on the ground, garbage was thrown in every corner, and the walls were covered with mottled stains and strange graffiti, as if telling of the unbearableness and chaos here.

Harry frowned, raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, and quickened his pace. After passing through the dirty corridor, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to an even more dilapidated and gloomy alley.

Unlike the bright Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley is narrow and winding, with tall and dilapidated buildings on both sides that almost block out the sky, making the entire alley appear particularly dark.

Even during the day, the place is filled with a dusk-like gloom, giving people a depressing and dull feeling.

There are people coming and going here, all kinds of people, and all kinds of strange and scary people are walking around the streets.

There are mysterious people with hoods covering their faces, witches and wizards in tattered clothes with fierce eyes, and even some hideous monsters and ghosts.

In a place like Knockturn Alley, which is full of evil and danger, the appearance of a young and cute wizard is undoubtedly like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, which instantly breaks the original atmosphere and naturally attracts the attention of all passers-by.

Before long, the air seemed to be filled with the smell of greed and evil. A group of wizards and witches, emitting an evil aura, approached Harry step by step like sharks smelling blood.

Some wizards who still had some conscience could not bear to watch this scene. There was no doubt that the cute little wizard would have a miserable future. He might be dragged into a dark and damp basement by the evil witch, and groan in pain every day under the whip and the burning candle.

Or they might fall into the hands of evil wizards and become the tragic subject of human experiments, forced to live with those wriggling, sticky and disgusting tentacles day and night.

But even though they felt sympathy in their hearts, these wizards who still had a conscience just turned around silently and chose to remain silent.

In the cruel and ruthless world of Knockturn Alley, where the strong prey on the weak, such tragedies happen every day.

They knew that being too kind and meddling in other people's affairs could easily lead to them being the next to suffer. Here, if they wanted to survive, they had to learn to protect themselves.

However, they were completely unaware that Harry's deliberate maintenance of this childish appearance was actually a carefully planned fishing operation!
The roles of hunter and prey often change in an instant!

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