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

Chapter 195 The Dark Lord Reappears!
Harry scanned the deep purple energy, which resembled Disintegrate but was also different.

If the essence of the Disintegration Technique is decomposition, then the essence of the deep purple energy before us is annihilation.

Its strength is so great that it can even annihilate space, so even a mirror space cannot withstand it.

Without a doubt, this is some kind of powerful ancient magic!

Harry carefully examined the young man's features and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Immediately, he thought of the face he had seen before. Although the face was younger and more energetic, he could tell from the features that it was the same person!

He was Voldemort!
But Voldemort was clearly killed by him, so why is he still alive?

Then Harry thought of the remnant soul that had been annihilated by the Ancient One when he traveled through the multiverse.

Could it be that it wasn't just a remnant soul, but some kind of ancient magic, a method that could be used to resurrect a remnant soul?

Harry's mind raced, countless thoughts whizzing through his head.

He suppressed his shock, his gaze fixed on the figure before him, and tentatively asked:
"Who are you anyway?"

To Harry's surprise, the blond young man didn't hide anything, but answered in an arrogant and slightly mocking tone:

“Me? I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, the most outstanding student in the history of Hogwarts.”

And you, the current savior, a savior in name only, I really don't know how you defeated Voldemort?

Upon hearing the other person introduce himself, Harry instantly recognized the young wizard before him.

Sure enough, standing in front of him was a young Voldemort!

Harry then shrugged, his expression as relaxed as if discussing something utterly trivial, his tone full of disdain for Voldemort:

"How can we defeat him? Voldemort is just a weakling who should have been buried by the dust of history long ago. To defeat him, we only need to confront him head-on."

Rather than calling me a savior in name only, it's more accurate to say he's the real dark king, all show and no substance!

"you!"

The young Voldemort was enraged by Harry's provocative words, and his face instantly turned furious.

He was much more immature at this point and couldn't perfectly control his emotions. He pointed at Harry and roared:
"Shut up, you bug! Voldemort, as the successor of Slytherin, is sure to be the most outstanding dark wizard in the wizarding world!"

Seeing this, Harry looked puzzled, recalling Voldemort's reaction when he was young, and chuckled:

"No, buddy, you don't think I don't know your real identity, do you?"

(The movie directly tells Harry's name.)
Seeing Voldemort's expression change, he sneered:

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort's name. No wonder your features are so similar to Voldemort's; you are the same person!"

It seems that Voldemort did indeed possess some ancient magic, and could even split his own soul to bring the dead back to life.

However, it was unexpected that he was a fool when he was young, casually revealing his true identity to others.

"Just you wait, Tom, I will find every single fragment of your soul and kill you completely!"

Voldemort's face darkened; he hadn't expected Harry to actually know his name.

Could it be that his plan failed, and he didn't become the man everyone feared, the man they dared not even utter his real name?

Even so, Voldemort still stubbornly insisted:
"So what if you know my true identity? I'm currently hiding inside Hogwarts, but you can't find me. Once I've completely accomplished that task, I'll return and rule the wizarding world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple light enveloped Voldemort and the Basilisk, and instantly, they vanished from their spot!

Seeing the Mirror Space on the verge of collapse, Harry frowned slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Where exactly is Voldemort hiding?
……

As soon as Harry dispelled the Mirror Dimension, he saw Dumbledore and the others waiting nearby.

Upon seeing Harry appear, Dumbledore immediately asked:

"Harry, what just happened? Where did the Basilisk go?"

Harry recounted everything that had just happened, adding:

"I suspect that Voldemort split his soul multiple times to create magical artifacts for resurrection, and that this soul of his may have even mastered ancient magic!"

"Ancient magic?" Since it already concerned Voldemort, and now it's even related to ancient magic, even Dumbledore has to take it seriously. "We need to go all out to find Voldemort's whereabouts!"

He then turned his attention to the young wizards watching nearby. These young wizards had all been drawn to the commotion and had overheard Harry and the others talking.

Seeing the fear on their faces, Dumbledore comforted them:
"Don't worry, kids, the professors will handle everything. You just need to forget about it and focus on your studies."

Oh, and remember not to tell anyone else!

……

Time flew by, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking through the hall when they suddenly saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading from a piece of parchment that had just been nailed up.

Simo and Dean looked very excited and beckoned them over.

“They’re starting a dueling club!” Seamus said. “The first meeting is tonight. I don’t object to taking some dueling lessons; they might come in handy someday…” “What? You think Slytherin freaks would duel?” Ron had always harbored resentment towards Slytherin, but he was also quite interested in reading the notice.

“It will always be useful,” Seamus said to Harry and Hermione. “Shall we go?”

Harry nodded in agreement; he certainly wanted to go and see what Lockhart was up to.

These young wizards are unaware of Lockhart's abilities, but Harry knows them all too well.

Lockhart's direct combat ability is only at the level of an ordinary adult wizard, far inferior to any professor!
Harry agreed, and Hermione and Ron naturally agreed as well. Even Ginny got the news from Ron and prepared to go with Harry.

So, at eight o'clock in the evening, the group returned to the auditorium.

At this moment, the environment inside the auditorium underwent a dramatic change.

The space in the auditorium that used to be filled with long tables has now been occupied by a huge stage.

The stage, illuminated by countless suspended candles, reflected a dazzling light that made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Almost all the young wizards in the school came, crowding together, each holding their own wand and looking excited.

Ron asked excitedly:
"I really don't know which professor taught us?"

Hermione was equally excited, but while observing the scene, she also kept an eye on Ginny, who was standing next to her.

Now Ginny is her biggest enemy!

Hermione thought for a moment and replied:
“Someone told me that Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young, so maybe he’s the one who taught us.”

Harry smiled faintly and said nothing more.

He didn't need to think much to know who the professor from the Duel Club was.

It must be that eye-catching bag—Lockhart!

Sure enough, there was a commotion at the door, and then a male wizard wearing a long robe, a vest, and a single defensive glove walked over. It was Lockhart!
As he moved, his tasseled cape swung around, making Lockhart look exceptionally dashing.

In stark contrast is Professor Snape beside him; with his greasy hair, Snape looks like a greasy nerd next to the radiant Lockhart.

Harry thought maliciously, "Could it be that Lockhart made Snape a teaching assistant temporarily, partly to make him look even more handsome?"
Upon reaching the center of the Great Hall, Lockhart glanced around, paused briefly on Harry, and then announced loudly:
"Cough cough cough, everyone is looking at me!"

Professor Dumbledore has permitted me to start this little dueling club to train you all thoroughly in case you need to defend yourselves someday.

Next, let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He told me that he himself knew a little about dueling and generously agreed to my duel request.

Therefore, I will first duel with Professor Snape to give you a general idea of ​​the duel process between the world's top wizards.

Of course, please rest assured, I will go easy on you and will definitely return your Potions professorship to you unharmed!

Harry frowned slightly, staring at Lockhart, who now looked radiant with confidence.

He sensed something was wrong!
Lockhart is a self-aware man, and he knows his own abilities better than anyone.

How could he possibly declare war on Snape with such confidence?

Harry remained calm, ready to see where Lockhart got his confidence from, that he could defeat a great Potions Master!

Lockhart and Snape then turned to face each other and bowed.

Then, they held their wands up to their chests like arrows.

Even at this point, Lockhart remained completely calm. He even smiled easily at the young wizards on either side and explained:

"Look, this is the proper dueling stance. Now, count to three, and we can cast the spell!"

A prefect stood to the side, acting as the referee, and began the countdown:

"Three...two...one!"

Both raised their wands at the same time. Snape, whose fundamentals were clearly more solid, shouted:
"Except your weapons!"

A dazzling red light shot out from the tip of the wand and rushed toward Lockhart at lightning speed.

Faced with this attack, Lockhart was full of confidence. He didn't even try to dodge. With just a light flick, he extinguished the red light!

This scene caused Snape to frown deeply, Harry to be extremely surprised, and the young wizards around them to exclaim loudly, calling out Lockhart's name repeatedly!

"Professor Lockhart! Professor Lockhart! Professor Lockhart!"

What's going on? Is Lockhart that strong?
To use a wand to instantly stop a spell from being cast and send it flying requires exceptional judgment, and this usually occurs in matches where the odds are significantly different.

And now, Lockhart has actually defeated Snape in this way!
Lockhart spread his arms wide, enjoying the cheers of the young wizards, and smiled smugly at Snape:
"Professor Snape, it's my turn now!"

Then, he extended his wand, but instead of immediately uttering the incantation, he swung it forcefully:
The dueling table suddenly changed, and stone walls appeared one after another, rushing towards Snape!

At the same time, Harry finally sensed something was wrong!

Lockhart's spell was infused with a violent magical power!

That's ancient magic!

(End of this chapter)