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

Chapter 252 Sirius: Wait, something's not right with this godson!
Batty Crouch staggered back half a step, his lower back hitting the cold railing of the stands, but he still held his chin high.

To be honest, he was terrified at that moment, but the honor of his pure-blood family did not allow him to show weakness.

He scanned the other pure-blood wizards around him, exchanging glances with each one, nodding in confirmation.

let's go!

it does not matter!

Harry Potter is not a dark wizard. He is not as ruthless as Voldemort. Even if they anger Harry Potter, they will not be in mortal danger.

So, since the cost of trial and error is negligible, why not give it a try?
Barty Crouch took a deep breath; his hair was soaked with cold sweat and clung to his pale forehead, while his right hand deliberately slowed its movements as it fumbled for his wand beneath his robes.

This gesture was meant to show their defiance, but they didn't dare to fight Harry or even Dumbledore.

He's not negotiating, he's courting death!

Batty Crouch said in a trembling voice:
"Potter, do you think you can intimidate the Ministry of Magic with this... this kind of unorthodox method? Intimidate the great and noble pure-blood families?"
The dock at Wizengamor is always open to you; the charge of murdering a Ministry of Magic official is enough to keep you in Azkaban for the rest of your life!

His voice was like a rusty gear struggling to turn, the last syllable trembling uncontrollably. For some reason, he felt immense pressure in the air, and the overwhelming magic was almost visible to the naked eye.

However, for the sake of the pure-blood family's interests, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't think you can escape punishment! My son's fate is a warning to you; the order of the magical world will not tolerate this..."

buzz~
A subtle vibration emanated from the air, enveloping the entire Quidditch pitch.

The weaker wizards, including the elderly Barty Crouch, were immediately overwhelmed by a powerful aura, their souls left their bodies, and they fainted on the ground.

Professor McGonagall, who had been watching the scene closely to prevent the conflict from escalating, subtly changed her expression and wanted to step forward to check on the situation of these people, but was stopped by Dumbledore:
"Minerva, don't worry, they're fine, they just fainted."

Upon learning the truth, the professors collectively breathed a sigh of relief; they did not want any bloodshed to occur if possible.

Meanwhile, they watched in amazement as the little wizard's figure grew taller and taller.

Has Harry become so powerful without me even realizing it?

He seems to be even better than Dumbledore was in his youth!

The Ministry of Magic staff didn't have Dumbledore's keen observation skills, but Fudge, as Minister of Magic, had a stronger soul and withstood Harry's Conqueror's Haki.

After discovering that most of his companions had fainted, he pointed at Harry with a horrified expression:

"No, you demon, what are you doing? You are more evil than Voldemort. He will still maintain the rule of the pure-blood families and will not completely overthrow the order of the wizarding world."

And you, you actually killed dozens of high-ranking members of pure-blood families!

Before I knew it, after the first snowflake fell like a feather, countless tiny ice crystals began to pour down from the clouds.

It's snowing at Hogwarts.

Harry didn't use the Iron Man Charm, but the snowflakes seemed to be gently brushed aside by an invisible force when they were still several meters away from him, and not a single one landed on him.

Faced with Fudge's rebuke, Harry looked innocent and said helplessly:
"Minister Fudge, your framing skills are terrible. They're not dead. If you want to frame me, I suggest you kill them with a killing curse first, fabricate evidence, and then verbally attack me!"

"You!" Fudge was so angry that his heart, which was already weak, clenched violently, causing him to clutch his chest and try to calm himself down.

Seeing Fudge's expression, Harry stopped being angry with him and instead became serious, saying in a deep voice:

“Minister Fouché, the conflict between us is not insurmountable. Perhaps we can have a formal meeting after some time. That would be better than a direct confrontation.”

Before today, Fudge would never have hesitated to take down Harry and the others outright, but after witnessing Harry's true strength, he changed his mind.

That's right, the current situation is not one that can't be discussed.

If this battle were to occur, the impact would be even greater than during the Death Eaters era. Even if we were to win then, the wizarding world would suffer severe damage, and at least several wizarding families would be completely destroyed!
Fudge tried to sound confident so as not to appear weak.

It's incredibly incompetent for the Minister of Magic to be afraid of a minor wizard.

But Fudge didn't know that at that moment, no one was paying attention to him; instead, everyone's attention was focused on Harry.

Harry was so dazzling at that moment that he overshadowed everyone else, just like the sun.

Is a little wizard who possesses such power still a little wizard?
Fudge took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice:
"Of course... perhaps we can formally send a notification to magic associations around the world in two weeks, allowing them to witness the latest reforms in the British wizarding world!"

Fudge stressed the last few letters, clearly indicating his resentment and confusion as to why such a major event had occurred during his term.
At the same time, he was not without a sense of coercion. With wizarding associations from all over the world watching, Harry and Dumbledore's reforms would undoubtedly face more resistance.

After all, the wizarding associations around the world now tacitly accept the principle of wizards living in seclusion, and also consider pure-blood wizards to be superior.

Perhaps the term "pure-blood" doesn't exist elsewhere, but whether it's a family business, a powerful clan, or a prestigious family, they all represent the same meaning.

……

After some brief negotiations, Fudge and the others left.

Harry and Dumbledore stood together, watching Fudge and the others leave. Their eyes were calm and still, filled only with unwavering determination.

They already need to deal with Death alone, and there may be other demons in the future.

In order to prevent the wizarding world from being destroyed by the invasion of the demon gods, they had to take relatively radical measures in a short period of time to unify all the forces in the world.

What Dumbledore didn't know was that Harry was in such a hurry because he had some instinctive premonitions about what would happen in the future.

This premonition has no basis in fact, but it is bound to be accurate.

It was a premonition born from a position of power based on the primordial chaos: within the next twenty years, an excessively powerful demon god would surely set its sights on the wizarding world.

If no action is taken, the wizarding world will be completely ruled by that demon god who can easily travel between different worlds!

What made Harry even more nervous was that the dimensional lord possessed the same attribute as him: chaos!

Perhaps that dimensional demon was drawn here by him!

...The night, like a heavy black silk, completely enveloped Hogwarts.

The moon was like a lantern half-hidden by dark clouds, its silvery light struggling to penetrate the clouds and fall on the famous "Hit-the-Man Willow".

Moonlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, casting bluish-gray shadows between the crevices of the tree bark. The twisted branches resembled countless giant pythons baring their fangs and claws, their sharp thorns gleaming eerily white in the cold light.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching, the Willow's branches lashed out rapidly, striking the ground. Coupled with its considerable magic resistance, most wizards, unless they were wizards of Snape's caliber, would have to expend considerable effort to deal with the Willow.

But Harry didn't need to. He didn't change his pace at all and continued to move towards the Whomping Willow at a steady speed.

Once he was within range of the Whomping Willow's attack, he drew his wand and said calmly:

"Be quiet!"

A beam of light fell upon the Man-Beating Willow, casting a sleeping spell upon it. The Man-Beating Willow immediately succumbed to its slumber, and even its trunk tilted to one side.

Arriving beneath the sleeping Whomping Willow, Harry stopped, gazed at the dark opening beneath it, sighed, and stepped inside.

As he entered, the light from the tip of his staff trembled slightly, illuminating the damp moss and mottled bark around the cave entrance.

These traces indicate that the cave entrance has been abandoned for a long time, but the presence of several footprints on the moss suggests that someone recently came here and hid.

That person was undoubtedly Harry's target for this mission!

Inside the tree hollow was a wooden hut, where there was no doubt that a solidified, traceless stretching spell or a solidified teleportation spell was present.

Harry wasn't surprised; he had learned about the situation from Dumbledore.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a damp, musty smell hits you.

Harry stepped into the room, wand in hand. The flickering light swept across the cobweb-covered beams and finally landed on the figure huddled in the corner.

It was a thin wolf, its fur like rain-soaked clouds, haphazardly plastered to its skeletal frame, its ribs clearly visible beneath its loose skin.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, the wolf remained undisturbed even though Harry's entrance was quite loud.

Harry looked at his parents' good friend, who was also his godfather, with a complicated expression.

He took out a bottle of life potion from his pocket dimension and controlled the potion to float into the wolf's mouth, nourishing its collapsing body.

The commotion finally startled the wolf awake. He awoke abruptly, his body rapidly transforming into a tall, imposing man.

The room was dimly lit, and the tall man couldn't make out Harry's exact appearance. However, he didn't attack immediately but instead cautiously observed Harry.

From the warm current flowing through his body and the rapid healing of the scars on his skin, Sirius Black could tell that the young wizard in front of him was not his enemy.

However, he was currently in a state that could not be exposed to the light of day, and after a slight hesitation, he rushed towards the door.

He certainly couldn't lay a hand on a minor wizard, but that didn't stop him from abandoning the stable home he had finally found and continuing his wandering life.

Although the young wizard in front of him showed no hostility, he might reveal his whereabouts.

Sirius Black never wanted to be taken back to Azkaban, especially before he could take revenge on Peter Pettigrew.

If that were really the case, he would rather die!
Just as Sirius was about to touch the dilapidated door and step out of the screaming cabin, he suddenly heard a contradictory male voice behind him, slightly childish yet quite mature:
"My godfather, where are you going?"

His voice carried a hint of teasing, but more so a complex mix of emotions.

Upon hearing this, Sirius Black abruptly stopped moving.

The next moment, he turned around abruptly, his tattered black robe bringing with it a gust of cold wind that made the spider webs on the wall sway gently.

This time, he carefully examined the young wizard's appearance, noting the familiar emerald green eyes and the faint lightning bolt scar on his forehead!
Harry, he is Harry!
He is his own godson!
Sirius's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his silver-gray eyes, which always carried a sense of vigilance and vicissitude, suddenly became misty.

He reached out his hand, trembling, but stopped abruptly an inch from Harry's cheek, as if afraid that it was just a fleeting dream.

“Harry…” His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against a rusty iron door, “It really is you…”

Harry looked up at the man before him, whose eyes were filled with tears, and smiled:

“Godfather, I’ve learned the truth. Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you to find Peter Pettigrew and get revenge!”

"Revenge?" Sirius Black's eyes lit up with a deep-seated hatred as soon as he heard the word "revenge," followed by excitement.

Twelve years. Do you know how he spent those twelve years?
Every morning when you wake up, your joy and hope will be drained by the Dementors, plunging you into extreme pain and despair.

If he hadn't been certain of his innocence and had that conviction supporting him, he would have gone mad long ago!
Despite the harsh circumstances, he never gave up the idea of ​​proving his innocence.

When he saw the photos of the Weasleys' trip to Egypt in the Daily Prophet brought by Fudge, and recognized Scabbers, the rat on Ron's shoulder, as Peter, he instantly realized that Harry was in danger. His strong willpower made him decide to break out of prison to protect Harry and avenge himself.

And he did succeed, escaping from Azkaban, the prison that everyone feared, and finding Harry!
However, after he calmed down a bit, he suddenly realized something was wrong with Harry.

Wait, Harry is just a 13-year-old wizard, so why can he say the word "revenge" so calmly?

Furthermore, Sirius sensed a pure killing intent in Harry's words. Clearly, the revenge he spoke of was not child's play; he genuinely wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew!

Even he, the victim, hesitated for a long time before wanting to kill Peter Pettigrew, so why was Harry so decisive?

Judging from Harry's calm tone just now, Sirius Black had no doubt about Harry's determination to kill Peter Pettigrew!
How come this Harry is different from the Harry he thought he knew?
If Sirius Black hadn't known that Harry was still in school and only a teenager, he would have thought that the person standing in front of him was a seasoned dark wizard!
Despite his doubts, Sirius Black didn't say much, but simply followed behind Harry, observing his godson who was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar.

When he arrived outside the Willow Tree, he suddenly felt that the surrounding environment was too quiet.

Oh, right, the "beating willow"!

Why didn't the willow tree that was hitting them move?

How did Harry manage to get past the Whomping Willow and into the Shrieking House?

(End of this chapter)