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

Chapter 266 The Civil War Ends, Strange Makes His Appearance!
Peter Parker was surrounded by pale golden web patterns of fate, and his spider silk suit shimmered with a flowing light under the impact of energy. Mysterious runes flowed in his pupils, a form enhanced by ancient power.

Without the slightest hesitation, Peter roared, and the muscles in his arms bulged instantly, with pale golden lines pulsating wildly under his skin like blood vessels.

He leaped into the air to meet the oncoming electromagnetic cannon, his hands precisely gripping the edge of the vibranium shield.

The impact of the railgun was like that of a million rampaging beasts, making his arms numb and the ground beneath his feet crack inch by inch, with gravel flying up.

But Peter gritted his teeth, the power bestowed upon him by the web of fate surging within him.

He roared and channeled all his strength into his arms, his feet digging into the ground as he tried to twist the shield.

The railgun grazed past his ear, the scorching airflow singeing a few strands of his hair, trying to break through his obstruction and hit Tony behind him.

Such immense power, even the mere aftershocks of the lightning, blasted the building behind him to collapse, sending up clouds of dust.

“Not enough!” Peter’s voice became hoarse from the effort, and the patterns of fate’s web shone even brighter.

He exerted his strength, hurling the vibranium shield and the energy of the electromagnetic cannon into the sky.

The electromagnetic cannon exploded high in the sky, white lightning intertwined with golden light.

After successfully reversing the attack of the vibranium shield from the railgun, Peter was panting heavily, his hands trembling slightly, but he was recovering at a visible speed.

He actually managed to block Steve's full-force attack, which relied on Thor's power, with just his own body!
Steve's pupils contracted sharply in shock as he stared incredulously at the boy before him.

Peter's fingertips were still wrapped in crackling electric arcs, but these high-energy arcs had no effect on him whatsoever.

"How can this be……"

Just then, a light rain began to fall, dispersing the dust that had been kicked up. Steve's Adam's apple bobbed as raindrops dripped down his chin, mingling with cold sweat and sliding into the tattered collar of his battle suit.

This young boy's strength far exceeded his imagination. Steve seemed to see a familiar figure in Peter now—Harry!
Only Harry has ever displayed such power!
"Why are you so powerful? Do you possess exceptional magical talent, like Harry and Wanda?" Steve asked, his face full of doubt.

Captain America was Peter's idol when he was young, and Peter still holds a good opinion of Captain America to this day.

When Peter was asked a question by his former idol, his ears turned bright red instantly. The heroic spirit he had shown while braving the electromagnetic cannon vanished completely, and he looked like a high school student caught eating snacks in class by the teacher.

He scratched the back of his head, the golden patterns peeking out from the tear in his suit shrinking back into his skin like shy little snakes.

"Uh, actually this is the power that Harry gave me. My loan level is higher than yours. It's the highest level, the Supreme VIP, on the same level as Gwen, Wanda, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May."

Tony wobbled over to Peter's side and, having just heard Peter's reply, asked in confusion:
"Wait, I know there are different levels among borrowers, but is the Supreme VIP really that much stronger than us?"
I don't believe the Pajama Boy's magical talent surpasses mine!

Peter felt even more embarrassed now, like he had been caught cheating during an exam.

He answered uneasily:

"Actually, there isn't a big gap between us normally, but in times of crisis, we can borrow more power from Harry."

For example, when Harry offered me a massive amount of magic, he said that the Web of Fate would allow me to briefly touch the realm of God, that is, the level of the Heavenly Father, which is why I was able to stop Captain America's vibranium shield containing Thor's power.

Of course, this method is very taxing on me, and even with Harry's help, I can't use it many times.

Tony and Steve were speechless for a moment. They looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Without a doubt, Peter was the most influential among all the borrowers, and even though they were all borrowers, he was able to use more power than the others.

Tony and Steve were helpless in this situation, after all, Peter was Harry's brother, and the other VIP-level borrowers were all Harry's relatives, so it's no wonder they were VIP members.

However, although Steve and Tony were not dissatisfied with this, they also wanted to become VIP members, especially Tony, who was extremely curious about the realm that Peter mentioned that touched on the divine.

A Heavenly Father-level powerhouse is someone who can easily destroy a city!

After Peter stopped the captain's attack, the captain was no longer able to engage in high-intensity combat, and thus the opposition to the Sokovia Accords no longer had the strength to resist the supporters.

This civil war among the Avengers, which also determined the power dynamics for the following year, has finally come to an end, with the pro-Civil War faction led by Tony Stark emerging victorious!
The results of the competition came to light, and Harry emerged from a deeper layer of the mirror space, appearing before the survivors.

Only five people are still alive: Tony, Peter, Steve, Black Widow, and Hawkeye.

The battle between Black Widow and Hawkeye was inconclusive, but after Steve, the main force, was defeated, Hawkeye was no match for the others and conceded defeat.

"Are you sure you don't want to fight?" Harry teased as he appeared. "You know, you can't die in this mirror space. This is one of the few ways to experience death."

Hawkeye shook his head decisively: "Although I'm also very curious about what death feels like, I think I'll pass. It's good enough to be alive."

"Alright, in that case, I declare the result of this match to be—the supporters led by Tony have won!"

Immediately afterwards, Harry pulled his wand from the Pocket Dimension and slammed it into the ground.

The next moment, a huge golden beam of light shot up from beneath Harry's feet and soared into the sky!
Within the pillar of light, countless tiny specks of light began to converge like fireflies, and then fell upon the remains of the dead superheroes in the mirror space.

The first figure to appear was Colonel Rhodes. His chest, which had been pierced, was rapidly healing, and even his torn battle suit was quickly taking shape.

Finally, he emerged from the light, his entire body returning to its original state. He moved his shoulders, feeling every joint in his body, and an incredulous smile appeared on his face.

I never imagined he would actually be completely resurrected!
Next, Sam, Ant-Man, and the Winter Soldier, who were easily defeated by Peter, gradually emerged from the pillar of light, until finally Black Panther stepped out of the light, and all the superheroes were completely resurrected.

Before the superheroes could marvel at the incredible power of Harry's magic to bring the dead back to life, Harry winked at the superheroes who hadn't signed a loan agreement and asked:
"So, after this battle, do you want to sign a loan agreement with me?"

Sam, Ant-Man, and the other superheroes were taken aback for a moment, then nodded without hesitation: "Of course!"

……

After the Civil War ended, Harry continued his research.

During this time, he not only studied magic, but also the machines from the cyberpunk world. After all, the prosthetics from that world had some reference value, especially those that could accelerate his nerve reflexes.

Afterward, Harry spent a month creating the Conjuration Spell, which temporarily reverses a part of his body into a mechanical form, granting him combat abilities beyond his physical body. Once the spell ends, he reverts to his original form. This spell wasn't very useful to Harry, but it could significantly enhance the combat power of ordinary wizards.

Thanks to this magic, the mages suffered even fewer casualties in subsequent demon-hunting operations.

That day, Harry was in the laboratory studying a strange-looking fruit. This fruit was the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, which was regenerated on an island after a Marine Admiral killed Enel. It was then acquired by the New World Government and given to Harry by Nami.

Using the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, Harry modified his lightning magic and developed a category of ranged attack magic.

For example, 2 Million Volts Thor, Divine Judgment, Inazuma, etc...

That's right, these are all moves developed by Enel, but Harry modified them slightly, greatly increasing their power. Now they have become Harry's moves.

As for his name, Harry was too lazy to come up with a new one, so his current name was fine, with a kind of domineering, slightly chuunibyou vibe!

Suddenly, Harry paused his research, turned his gaze towards the library in Kamar-Taj, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Casillas, you finally couldn't hold back anymore!"

After spotting the scene inside the library in the distance, Harry vanished from his spot and reappeared in the shadows not far from the library.

Wang also stood there, watching with Harry.

The king's face was very grim, and he sighed, saying:
"Harry, I can't believe you were right! Kaecilius really did betray Kamar-Taj!"

Harry laughed and said, "It's good that we've been betrayed. When a bomb explodes, there's no more threat!"

Harry and Casillas didn't get along well, so Casillas' betrayal didn't have much of an impact on Harry's mood.

He was now filled with excitement, because Kaecilius's betrayal meant that his career as the Sorcerer Supreme was about to come to an end!
A new beast... oh no, a new Sorcerer Supreme is about to appear!

……

The Kamar-Taj Library was shrouded in dim candlelight at midnight, and perhaps by chance, no sorcerer was on duty there tonight.

When Casillas arrived at the library and saw this scene, he couldn't help but beam with joy. It was truly a stroke of luck!
If the King were here, he would likely have to engage in a fierce battle with him, and the King is no pushover. If the commotion attracts the attention of that damned Harry Potter, they would be doomed!

Although Casillas disliked Harry Potter, he never denied his abilities.

Harry Potter is the Sorcerer Supreme, even more powerful than the Ancient One!
As he entered the library, Casillas lifted the hood of his black robe, revealing a fanatical expression on his pale face.

Soon, he will become Lord Dormammu's servant, and his dead wife and children will be resurrected from the dead!
Kaecilius went straight to the forbidden book section and stole the pages about the dark energy "Domamu" from the Book of Cagliostro.

Immediately afterwards, without looking back, he opened a portal and left with his loyal followers.

When he comes next time, he will completely destroy Kamar-Taj!

After Casillas was completely gone, the King and Harry emerged from the shadows.

Wang asked, puzzled, "Are we just going to let them leave like this?"

"Otherwise, a crucial part of the script can't be missing; I'm still waiting to retire!"

king:"……"

……

Inside an operating room at Columbia University Medical Center in New York City.

The operating room was bathed in a stark white light from the shadowless lamps. Stephen Strange, wearing a medical mask askew, moved his body gently.

A vintage radio beside the operating table played Charlie Parker's "Impromptu," the saxophone's vibrato mingling with the ticking of the electrocardiogram monitor, weaving a strange rhythm in the cold air.

Music shouldn't be listened to during surgery, but geniuses certainly get special treatment. For Strange, this surgery was no different from drinking water or eating, so he could certainly listen to music while undergoing the operation.

"Scalpel." Without looking up, he reached out and the metal instrument landed precisely in his palm.

With a series of sharp, cracking sounds, the nurses held their breath the moment the scalpel sliced ​​through the patient's skin.

But Strange's fingers moved as steadily as a mechanical arm, perfectly removing the diseased organ.

Time passed slowly, and soon, when the last stitch was perfectly stitched, Strange snapped his fingers, and the surgery was over.

The radio cassette tape got stuck at just the right moment. He took off his headphones, revealing his signature confident smile beneath his mask.

“I told you, this is just child’s play.”

After the surgery, Strange drove back to his home, changed out of his old clothes to the sound of soothing music, put on his tie, straightened his suit, put on his expensive watch, and then drove his million-dollar luxury car out of the villa.

He is going to attend an important medical conference.

This conference was crucial for him; he needed to showcase his latest research findings and solidify his position and reputation as a top neurosurgeon.

Music played continuously inside the car; Strange loved listening to music, as it helped him relax.

Before anyone knew it, the sound of rain began to fall outside the window. The rain grew heavier and heavier, but clearly, it did not affect Strange inside the car in the slightest.

Just then, Strange's phone rang. When he answered it, his colleague Billy's voice came through the line:
"I have a 65-year-old woman here who has advanced brainstem glioma..."

"Wait, this is too difficult! Do you want to ruin my reputation? No way!"

Strange knew his own abilities; he was 60% confident in performing this extremely difficult surgery, but for the sake of his reputation for being 100% successful, he didn't want to take the risk.

(End of this chapter)