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

Chapter 251 Fudge: How is that possible? Those are dozens of Dementors!

The two groups stood on the Quidditch pitch, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families glared angrily at Hogwarts and the others. Dumbledore's actions had shaken their very interests, and this was an irreconcilable hatred!

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts students and others remained on high alert, keeping a close eye on the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families, in case they suddenly launched a sneak attack.

Of everyone present, only three people remained calm: Dumbledore, Harry, and Fudge, the Minister for Magic.

However, unlike Dumbledore and Harry, who were experienced and unafraid of such a small scene, Fudge only maintained a facade of composure.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his shirt was soaked through.

This matter has now spread throughout the British wizarding community, and even some forces within the American wizarding community have become involved.

He is now caught in a dilemma, forced to act as a dagger against Dumbledore.

In this process, he could easily die without a burial place if he is not careful, so he needs to do his best to remain calm in order to make the right decision!
Fudge felt the many urging gazes behind him. He gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and reprimanded Dumbledore:
"Dumbledore, Harry Potter, we need to talk. Your remarks are a blatant trampling on the dignity of pure-blood families and a malicious disruption of the traditional order of the wizarding world."

Therefore, you must immediately retract your previous statements and issue a public apology to restore order to the wizarding world!

Dumbledore still wore a smile on his face. Unlike Fudge, he was confident and full of self-assurance about his own power.

Hearing Fudge's rebuke, he took a step forward, startling the other party and many wizards, including Fudge, into involuntarily retreating.

With a single move, he easily crushed his opponent's morale, and Dumbledore then said calmly:

"No, Fudge, just like in 1692, when the International Wizarding Union began enacting the International Law of Secrecy to hide the magical world from the Muggle world."

Around 990 AD, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw founded Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, providing wizards with a systematic education.

Now, the wizarding world needs a series of reforms to propel it forward after years of stagnation.

If Dumbledore displays strong emotions at this moment, such as joy or excitement, Fudge will breathe a sigh of relief. This means that Dumbledore may have acted impulsively, or that he proposed reforming the wizarding world for some purpose.

But at this moment, his tone was calm, and he showed no inner turmoil, which made Fudge even more flustered.

This means that everything we are doing now is the result of Dumbledore's careful consideration, and not the impulsive act of a patient who might have Alzheimer's, as they thought.

Looking at the kind-faced old man in front of him, Fudge felt a little scared for some reason.

He thought of the Death Eaters who swept through the wizarding world decades ago, and the mysterious man shrouded in black robes.

He was now merged with Dumbledore before him... No! Dumbledore frightened him more than the Mystic!
Thinking of this, Fudge shuddered. He remembered that Dumbledore had also been a dangerous man, a friend of Grindelwald, and had also wanted to rule the wizarding world!

Given the distance between him and Dumbledore, if Dumbledore were to suddenly attack, it's likely no one could save him!
Fudge decided not to provoke Dumbledore any further, lest he himself be harmed.

He looked at the savior Harry Potter. Although Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort twice and was obviously not someone to be trifled with, he was still easier to deal with than Dumbledore.

Fudge then glared fiercely at Harry and sternly lectured him:

"Mr. Potter, please don't be influenced by Dumbledore. He's old, his mind isn't clear, and he's made mistakes. You're still young and easily influenced by others, but you can correct your ways."

Therefore, let us clarify this issue to the public and diminish the impact of this incident.

While reprimanding Harry in a lecturing tone, Fudge kept a careful eye on Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't stop him, but instead showed an amused expression, Fudge breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became even sterner.

But to his surprise, Harry showed no fear whatsoever when facing the Minister of Magic.

When he finally focused his gaze on Harry's green eyes, he suddenly froze.

Harry smiled slightly as he looked at him.

Fudge was familiar with that look; he'd seen a similar look when watching monkeys perform at the circus.

Something's not right with this Harry Potter. Even Professor McGonagall seems slightly nervous when she's with him, the minister.

After all, the Minister of Magic is the pinnacle of power among British wizards. Apart from wizards like Dumbledore, who are at the very top of the wizarding pyramid and don't care about this power, all other wizards are affected by it.

But why is it that Harry is not affected by the Minister of Magic's power, and even looks down at him as if watching an animal performance?

After a brief moment of stunned silence, an inexplicable anger welled up inside Fudge.

This nameless anger quickly turned into a sea of ​​fire, almost engulfing him.

A person's tolerance varies depending on the person they are dealing with. Fudge was already afraid of Dumbledore, so naturally he dared not get angry.

But what about Harry Potter?
Savior?
It's just a title!
Giving him face is like being a savior; not giving him face is just being a minor wizard with little achievement!

Fudge's face contorted in shock, and he rebuked her in an unprecedentedly stern tone:

"Harry Potter, get your attitude right!"

The honor of pure-blood families is beyond question, and we will never allow Muggle-borns and inferiors to attempt to overthrow the existing class system.

I warn you, shut up immediately, or the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families will use all their power to make you pay a heavy price for your arrogance.

Your family, everything you cherish, will be reduced to ashes in our fury.

Because the target of the reprimand was Harry, unlike Fudge and Dumbledore who pretended to be dead, some of the pure-blood families also stood up and glared angrily at Harry.

Barty Crouch was one of them; he dared not speak disrespectfully to Dumbledore, but he didn't hesitate to direct his malice at the young wizard Harry Potter:

"Harry Potter, do you know what you're doing? You're disrupting the order of the wizarding world and destroying the peace we've built up over so long!"

Seeing Harry's gaze fall upon him, Barty Crouch raised his head and said arrogantly:

"You're too naive, Potter. The existing order has stood the test of time and has its own reasons."

Those pure-blood families deserve their status because their ancestors made great contributions to the development of the magical world.

Muggle-born wizards naturally possess varying levels of magical talent, a difference from pure-blood wizards—this is an undeniable fact. Therefore, stop your dangerous thoughts, and immediately cease those dangerous statements and actions.

Otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will not stand idly by, and pure-blood families will certainly not let you off the hook.

If you persist in your course of action, what awaits you is the cold prison of Azkaban, and the scorn of the entire wizarding world!

Two high-ranking wizards spoke up, and wizards from numerous pure-blood families began to attack Harry.

Even with the subtle guidance of some Ministry of Magic officials, the Dementors gradually approached Harry and his friends.

The temperature in the Quidditch stadium plummeted to freezing, and in the howling wind, Harry's Gryffindor robes instantly frosted over.

Dozens of Dementors slowly descended from the rolling dark clouds, their empty eye sockets beneath their black robes glowing with an eerie green light, as if they wanted to devour all light.

Surrounded by dozens of Dementors, even Professor Lupin's expression changed slightly; these dozens of Dementors posed a deadly threat to them!
Out of concern for Harry, Lupin anxiously said:

"Harry, come back quickly, let's get back together!"

Lupin knew that Harry had once killed a Dementor, but he wasn't sure if Harry could manage to drive away dozens of Dementors.

In the current understanding of the wizarding world, the best way to exorcise Dementors is still through divine intervention!

Lupin never saw Harry use the Phantagonist spell, which most likely means that Harry still hasn't mastered it.

Faced with Lupin's anxious calls, Harry simply turned around and smiled. Instead of returning, he continued walking slowly toward the pure-blood family and the others.

Lupin tried to stop him, but was stopped by a withered arm.

Although the arm was slender and thin, it was unusually powerful, and Lupin could not move it even an inch.

After stopping Lupin, Dumbledore smiled and said:

"Professor Lupin, don't worry, Harry isn't afraid of these threats."

Instead of worrying about Harry, we should worry about those people. Harry hates it when people threaten him with his family, and some of them are in for a rough night!

Professor Lu Ping: "???"

Dumbledore, do you want to hear what you're saying?
Do you really think Harry can defeat dozens of Dementors and numerous outstanding adult wizards all by himself?
But when he met Dumbledore's deep eyes, he was astonished to find that Dumbledore was serious!
Dumbledore withdrew his arm, looked ahead, and his smile grew even wider:
"Look, Professor Lupin, look how far the new generation of young wizards have grown!"

Harry glanced dismissively at the Dementors around him, then looked at Fudge with suspicion and asked:
"Minister Fudge, are you sure you want to use this dark magic creature against a minor wizard?"

Fudge's expression stiffened, but he did have a thick skin, and he said with a face full of righteous indignation:

"No, Harry Potter, you are a criminal now, and criminals don't have an age limit!"

Harry spread his hands, looking helpless:

"All right……"

Fudge and the many pure-blood wizards looked delighted and said:
"Hahaha, Harry Potter, have you finally realized your mistake and are you ready to correct it?"
Now that you've repented, we can forgive your sins!

"No!" Harry's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he sneered, "I just feel sorry for you. Dozens of important assets are about to vanish into thin air!"

Fudge and the others: "???"

Amid Fudge and the others' puzzled gazes, Harry straightened his back, his wand turning steadily in his palm. Moonlight flowed along the silver patterns on the wand, condensing into a pulsating core of light at his fingertips.

“There are no Dementors here.” His voice sounded like it had been extracted from an ancient incantation, each syllable carrying an undeniable power. The moment the last syllable fell, a dazzling crimson light exploded from the tip of his wand!

Dozens of Dementors let out sharp howls, their hollow bodies beneath their black robes began to tremble violently, their movements suddenly slowed, and their bodies beneath the robes began to twist and deform.

The originally eerie and terrifying black mist, like a thin veil blown away by a gale, quickly dissipated in the crimson magical light.

The Dementors waved their rotting arms, trying to grasp at the last vestiges of existence, but all their struggles were in vain before the absolute power of chaos magic.

Their bodies began to disintegrate inch by inch. First, their black robes turned to dust, and then their rotting bodies evaporated in the bright light, leaving only wisps of smoke.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning, and with the final wails of the Dementors, all darkness and fear were completely purified.

When the last wisp of black mist disappeared, only Harry's wand, still shimmering with a crimson glow, remained on the Quidditch pitch, along with the stunned Fudge, the Aurors, and the Hogwarts professors.

Only then did Harry lower his hand, and the crimson light gradually faded, as if the earth-shattering power had never existed.

The once-feared Dementors vanished without a trace in just a few seconds, leaving no trace except for a few specks of black powder falling from the sky.

Oh no, there's also a little bit of frost left on the Quidditch pitch.

Minister of Magic Fudge stood in the Quidditch pitch, watching the Dementors vanish into dust under Harry's magic. His face turned pale and then red, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but was choked by shock.

His hands unconsciously gripped his robe tightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which quickly cooled in the cold wind.

"This...this is impossible!" He finally managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice filled with horror and disbelief. "What kind of magic is this? It can wipe out dozens of Dementors at once!"

His voice trembled; his previously arrogant demeanor had been completely shattered by the powerful magic Harry had displayed.

Of course, this isn't Fudge's fault; anyone would have reacted the same way to such magic.

This magic is far too powerful, even exceeding the strength of ancient magic recorded in history.

Without a doubt, if Harry had targeted them, they would most likely have been completely annihilated!
The pure-blood wizards stood at a distance, led by Mr. Malfoy, their faces so somber they seemed to drip water.

Mr. Malfoy gripped his wand tightly, his knuckles turning white. After witnessing Harry's true power, he was prepared to change his stance without hesitation.

He sided with Harry, betraying the pure-blood family!

Even if the Malfoy family falls into poverty after Harry's reforms, it's still better than complete annihilation!

Moreover, with the new era and new opportunities, the Malfoy family may very well rise again!
Other pure-blood wizards weren't as pragmatic as old Malfoy...

(End of this chapter)