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

Chapter 292 The Quidditch World Cup officially begins!
The next morning, Harry, completely unsuspecting, was awakened by the gentle Mrs. Weasley as she approached him.

She whispered, "It's time to go, Harry, darling."

Then she went over and woke Ron up.

Harry sat up; it was still pitch black outside.

When Ron was woken up by his mother, he was mumbling something incoherently.

Suddenly, Harry saw two irregular dark figures emerge from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

It's Gemini.

"Why, is it time already?" Fred asked sleepily.

They were also woken up by Mrs. Weasley, but it was clear that she wasn't very gentle when she did so; Harry had just heard her scolding.

Harry reached for his glasses, put them on, and sat up.

It was still pitch black outside.

When Ron was woken up by his mother, he was mumbling something incoherently.

Harry saw two irregular dark figures emerge from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

"Why, is it time already?" Fred asked sleepily.

Everyone dressed silently, too sleepy to speak.

Then, the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, yawning and stretching as they went.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring something in a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large sheet of parchment tickets.

As the boys entered the kitchen, he looked up and spread his arms so they could see his clothes.

He was wearing a golf-style shirt and a pair of very old jeans that were a little too big for him, so he held them up with a wide leather belt.

"How was it?" he asked eagerly. "Should we hide our identities when we go? Do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

“Yes, it looks good,” Harry said with a smile.

“Where are Bill, Charlie, and Per-Per-Percy?” George said, unable to resist yawning again.

“Don’t they Apparate?” Mrs. Weasley said, placing the large pot on the table and beginning to ladle porridge into bowls. “So they can sleep in a little longer.”

"And what about the two young ladies?"

"Look, here they come."

Hermione and Ginny slowly walked out of the room. Although they had a bit of a disagreement yesterday, they quickly made up and slept in the same room.

When they woke up, it was unclear what the two women had said or what agreement they had reached, but instead of being at odds, they each hugged one of Harry's arms, looking rather harmonious.

Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley said meaningfully:
"Harry is so popular, he's good at academics, handsome, and the savior of the wizarding world. There must be a lot of little witches who like you."

Before Harry could answer, Ginny and Hermione each said something:

"That's right, there are always some jerks who like to get close to Harry, especially the young Slytherin wizards, even though they say they hate Gryffindor wizards the most!"

"Yes, those frivolous witches kept bothering Harry, like Pansy from Slytherin, she's utterly shameless!"

Mrs. Weasley listened with great interest, while Harry was somewhat restless. Well, that's what happens when you're too outstanding; you're always bothered by some strange girls.

Despite having enough experience dealing with these girls in the multiverse, Harry still couldn't adapt.

Clinging to Harry's arm, Ginny was still very sleepy. She rubbed her eyes and asked, puzzled:
Why do we have to get up so early?

"We have a long way to go," said Mr. Weasley.

"Walking?" Hermione asked. "What, are we walking to watch the World Cup?"

“No, no, that’s too far,” Mr. Weasley said with a laugh. “We can just walk a short distance and then use the door key to get there directly.”

"What is a door key?" Hermione asked curiously.

“Oh, a real hodgepodge, all sorts of things,” said Mr. Weasley. “Of course, they’re all unremarkable things, so Muggles won’t pick them up and fiddle with them…they’ll think someone just threw them away…”

The group immediately settled into their humble abode. They trudged along the dark, damp path, finding themselves in complete silence, with only the sound of their own footsteps audible.

As they walked through a grove of trees, the sky gradually brightened, turning from pitch black to deep blue.

Hermione's hands and feet were frozen, but Harry created a warming spell to warm them up again.

After that, everyone started climbing the mountain.

The mountain path was difficult to walk on. Every now and then, you would trip over a hidden rabbit hole or slip on the dark, sticky grass, making it impossible to catch your breath and speak.

Despite having traversed the vast universe, Harry still found this scene amusing, a warm feeling of being with family.

Ginny's constitution was still too weak. With each breath she took, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her legs gradually became too weak to move.

When she couldn't hold on any longer, Ha used a levitation spell to make her float beside him, and he carried her forward.

Before long, the group finally stepped onto flat ground.

“Well,” Mr. Weasley said breathlessly, taking off his glasses and wiping them with his jersey, “we’re on time, ten minutes to go. Now, we need to find the door key.”

Everyone dispersed and went their separate ways to search.

Harry, relying on his powerful mental abilities, quickly found something that contained spatial magical fluctuations—a worn-out old boot.

After everyone had gathered, two more people arrived.

One of them was an employee of the Department of Magical Creatures Control and Management, named Amos Diggory.

Harry didn't know the man, but he did know his son, Cedric Diggory.

He was a handsome 17-year-old wizard, second only to Harry in popularity.

He was also the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Upon seeing Harry, he was very excited and rushed to Harry's side, saying excitedly:
"Harry, are you going to participate in this Quidditch World Cup? With your skills, you're among the best even in the Quidditch World Cup."

Harry once considered participating in the Quidditch World Cup as a way to relax, but after he partnered with Dumbledore to reform the wizarding world, he faced immense pressure from the entire wizarding community and had no time to participate in the World Cup.

So he shook his head and denied it, saying, "I didn't participate; I was just there as a spectator."

Amos looked at Harry with curiosity, his son had been mentioning this boy in front of him.

Of course, he also learned a lot about the boy from the Ministry of Magic, and he knew that the boy had angered the Minister of Magic and other high-ranking officials.

Minister Fudge even claimed that he was the next Dark Lord, and that the Savior would become the Dark Lord, which is ridiculous.

Amos didn't believe it. Even if Harry and Dumbledore wanted to reform the wizarding world, he felt there was nothing wrong with reform, especially since his son had recently grown a lot because of the new system at Hogwarts.

Amos greeted Harry kindly, nodding and saying:
"Hello Harry, I'm Cedric's father. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Amos."

Once everyone had reached the broken boot, Mr. Weasley turned to the young wizards and instructed them:
"Whenever you touch the door key, just stick out one finger like this."

With all their heavy, bulging knapsacks on their backs, the nine of them had difficulty gathering around the old boot held by Amos Diggory.

They stood there, gathered in a tight circle, a cool breeze blowing across the top of the mountain, and no one spoke.

Harry suddenly realized how strange it would be if a Muggle happened to walk by right then and there…

Nine people, two of whom were adults, clutched the tattered old boot in the dim light, waiting quietly...

"Three..." Mr. Weasley kept one eye on his pocket watch and murmured, "Two...one..."

In the blink of an eye, Harry felt as if a hook had suddenly and irresistibly pulled him forward from behind his navel, lifting him off the ground and into the air.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable; it was too rudimentary a method of using space. So he secretly modified the spatial power acting on him.

A moment later, the group opened their eyes. Ron staggered to the ground and almost fainted.

Hermione and Ginny also felt unwell, so Harry cast a Wake-Up Charm on each of them to bring them back to normal. Mr. Weasley and the others watched the scene with amusement, jokingly saying:
"It felt so good. It was the same when we first used the door key. I even threw up."

After Hermione and the other young wizards recovered, they continued forward under Mr. Weasley's guidance.

They eventually arrived at a large, desolate, misty swamp.

Before them stood two weary, sullen-looking wizards, one holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both of them dressed as Muggles, but they were so inept that their disguises were full of flaws, making them look nothing like Muggles.

The man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit jacket, but underneath he wore a pair of thigh-high rubber overshoes.

His colleague was wearing a pleated kilt like those worn by Scottish Highland men and a South American cloak.

“Good morning, Basil,” Weasley said, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard in the pleated skirt.

The man threw it into a large box next to him, which was full of used door keys.

Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty soda can, and a football riddled with holes.

“Hello, Arthur,” Basil said wearily. “Wait a minute, let me see where your camp is… Weasley… Weasley… Found it! Walk about a quarter of a kilometer, and it’s the first field ahead. The campmaster is Mr. Roberts.”

"Thank you, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned them all to follow him.

We walked through the deserted swamp, and could hardly see anything in the thick fog.

After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of them, followed by a small stone house.

A man stood at the entrance of the stone house. After talking with the man, the group was assigned a tent.

The group walked through the mist-shrouded ground, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents look unremarkable; clearly, their owners have put in a lot of effort to make them look as much like Muggle tents as possible. However, some have gone too far, adding unnecessary features such as chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes, making them look rather incongruous.

Seeing this scene, Harry developed an even stronger desire to reform the wizarding world.

This wizarding world, isolated from the times, is truly abnormal!
The group arrived at the edge of the woods at the end of the field, where there was a clearing with a small sign that read: Wezley.

“This place couldn’t be better!” Mr. Weasley said happily. “The pitch is just over there in the woods, it couldn’t be closer.”

He took the backpack off his shoulder. "Alright," he said excitedly, "strictly speaking, no magic allowed, now that so many of us are on Muggle soil. We'll set up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too hard... that's how Muggles do it... By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start?"

Harry had pitched a tent before when he and Gwen went on an outing, and with his help, the group quickly set up a two-person tent.

One tent is certainly not enough to accommodate a family, but no one doubted this, since everyone knew about the Seamless Stretch Spell.

The group entered the tent and found that the space inside was indeed large, like an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment.

However, the environment inside the tent was not good; there was a constant, pungent musty smell.

Harry was very dissatisfied with this living environment. He took out his briefcase from his pocket dimension, opened it, placed it in front of everyone, and laughed:
“I sense that you may not like living here, and I have better accommodations.”

Led by Harry, everyone followed him into the space inside the box.

The group went down and saw a spacious wilderness, and a castle in the middle of the wilderness.

They looked up at the sky and the rivers all around, and if they didn't know for sure that this was Harry's suitcase, they would have thought they were in a tourist attraction.

Mr. Weasley exclaimed in shock, "Harry, you built all of this?"

He himself was not a law-abiding wizard, so of course he didn't pursue Harry's use of the Unseen Stretching Charm in private. He was just shocked that Harry was able to create such a realistic world.

There are very few people in the entire wizarding world who can reach this level!

Harry nodded and led everyone into the castle. "There are different rooms here. You can find the room you like. Of course, if you prefer the outside, you can go back to the tents."

Of course, no one went back to the tent; they all stayed in Harry's suitcase.

The next day, Harry was woken up again by the gentle Mrs. Weasley. The group tidied their clothes, changed into their team uniforms, and went out of the tent.

Today, the Quidditch match officially begins!
(End of this chapter)