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

Chapter 293 Riot, Death Eaters, and the Green Light That Illuminates Everything!

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone, clutching their purchases, hurried into the woods along the lantern-lit path.

The crowd could hear thousands of people moving around, shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This fervent excitement was highly contagious; even Harry couldn't help but feel elated.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and laughing loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods, where they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Harry could only see part of the magnificent walls surrounding the arena, but he could tell that they could easily fit ten cathedrals inside.

“It can hold 100,000 spectators.” Mr. Weasley noticed Harry’s gaze fixed on the stadium and chuckled. “Five hundred staff members from the Ministry of Magic worked on this for a whole year. How about it, isn’t it spectacular?”

Harry nodded slightly, embarrassed to spoil Mr. Weasley's enjoyment.

What I saw was indeed spectacular, but it was only in the wizarding world.

He once piloted a floating city across different dimensions, participated in the struggle between civilizations in the universe, fought against dimensional demons within dimensions, and battled a celestial being.

All of this was just ordinary to him, and it didn't surprise him at all.

That's why he wanted to reform the wizarding world, elevate its power level, and build powerful and magnificent structures like floating cities.

The wizarding world is still somewhat backward, largely due to its corrupt system.

Otherwise, how could the wizarding world, which operates on the fundamental rules of chaotic magic and is capable of controlling the power of time and space, be so weak?

While his mind raced with thoughts, Harry outwardly feigned surprise and said:
"It's spectacular! I'm getting more and more curious about this match!"

Mr. Weasley patted Harry's head, then pulled away before Harry could pull away, clenching his fist and waving it:

"Let's go, the wizarding world hasn't been this lively in a long time!"

Mr. Weasley led everyone to the nearest entrance, where a large group of shouting wizards had already gathered.

"First class tickets!" The Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance said, looking at their tickets. "Top tier box! Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a crimson carpet.

They climbed the steps with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people split into the stands on the left and right.

Mr. Weasley and his entourage continued upwards until they reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, directly opposite the golden goalposts.

There are about twenty purple, gold-plated chairs arranged in two rows.

Harry followed the Weasleys into the front row of the queue and looked down.

One hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, the seats arranged in a stepped pattern around the oval stadium.

From their elevated position, the field appeared as smooth and flat as velvet.

Three pitching rings, each fifty feet high, stand on each side of the field.

To their right, almost at Harry's eye level, was a huge blackboard with gold lettering flashing across it, as if an unseen hand was writing in a flamboyant style.

The text contained advertisements, such as Cornflower—a flying broom suitable for the whole family, safe and reliable.

For example, Mrs. Scowle's All-Purpose Stain Remover: removes stains with ease.

Therefore, although the wizarding world is isolated from the modern world, it is still influenced by it.

Decades ago, the wizarding world did not have the concept of brands.

Over the next half hour, their private room gradually filled up with people.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were clearly high-ranking wizards.

Percy stood up hastily again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns. He was a little wizard who pursued fame and status and had learned the ways of adults at a very young age.

This behavior is neither good nor bad.

When Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

Embarrassed, he repaired the lens with his wand and then sat blankly in his seat.

At that moment, Cornelius Fudge suddenly noticed Harry standing to the side, and he froze, causing an eerie change in the atmosphere of the first-class box.

The wizards in the first-class seats were mostly pure-blood wizards. They were well-informed and naturally knew about the conflict that had occurred some time ago.

However, since the Hogwarts professors do not actively spread the news, the details of the previous conflict were communicated to other people who were not present by the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families.

According to the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families, Hogwarts was easily defeated in the previous conflict and became much more obedient. However, they were merciful and temporarily forgave their mistakes.

But if Hogwarts and Harry Potter try to cause any more trouble, they'll be sent to prison by the Aurors!
Therefore, in the eyes of the vast majority of pure-blood wizards, the Ministry of Magic undoubtedly held the upper hand at this time.

At this time, Minister of Magic Fudge meets with the savior Harry Potter. They are both speculating whether Fudge will expel Harry Potter, this arrogant guy who has always wanted to reform the wizarding world, or send him directly to Azkaban.

But Fudge never thought that way. He always knew Harry's terrifying strength, and those strange spells seemed like powerful ancient magic that could easily defeat the current Aurors.

Defeating Harry would be no less difficult than defeating Dumbledore.

Upon first seeing Harry, he could only think to himself, "What's this jinx doing here?"

However, Fudge reacted quickly. He went to Harry's side, took his hand, and greeted him gently, as if the situation between the two was not so serious.

Harry didn't want to spoil the cheerful atmosphere, so he spoke gently with Fudge, which relieved Fudge.

At this moment, a male wizard standing nearby asked curiously, "Minister Fudge, who is he?"

Fudge was taken aback, then quickly introduced the male wizard, "Harry Potter, you know him,"

He loudly told the wizard in the magnificent black velvet robe trimmed with gold:

"The Bulgarian Minister of Magic, he's Harry Potter..."

Oh, think about it, you should know who he is... he's the boy who escaped death from the mysterious man... you must know who he is now—”

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, mumbling a bunch of words loudly.

He doesn't seem to understand English.

Indeed, Fudge wasn't speaking English when he was talking to him, but in another language. If Harry hadn't been so knowledgeable, he wouldn't have understood what the two of them were saying.

Just then, a wizard inside the box announced, "Lucius has arrived!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around. Squeezing into the three still empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman—Draco's mother.

While Harry and his friends were noticing the Malfoys, the Malfoys were also noticing Harry and his friends.

When the two sides met, the atmosphere, which had eased slightly, became even more tense. Malfoy even snorted at Ron, showing his disdain, and Ron naturally glared back, responding sharply.

However, when no one noticed, old Malfoy nodded slightly to Harry.

Previously, Malfoy had already become Harry's lender, and later he successfully became Harry's mole within the pure-blood family.

Later, Malfoy Jr. persuaded Malfoy Sr. with the benefits promised by Harry, and now the Malfoy family are all Harry's spies among the pure-blood families.

Unlike others, the Malfoys will remain loyal to Harry when he has the upper hand, but will immediately turn against him as soon as he loses.

The Malfoys were clever; they bet on both sides, so they wouldn't win big, but they would never lose.

This is also why the Malfoy family became one of the wealthiest pure-blood families.

“Ah, Fudge,” Malfoy said, extending his hand as he passed the Minister of Magic. “Hello. I suppose you haven’t met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Draco.”

“Hello, hello,” Fudge said, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. “Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Obransk, and let me see who else is here. By the way, do you know Arthur Weasley?”

Lucius turned to look at Mr. Weasley. Although he had become Harry's mole within the pure-blood family, that did not stop him from hating Weasley, so he immediately mocked him in the style of the pure-blood family.

"Good Lord, Arthur," he whispered, "what did you sell to get that seat in the top box? Surely your possessions aren't worth that much, are they?"

Fudge didn't understand what he was talking about. He said, "Arthur, he's my guest of honor."

In his eyes, although the Weasleys were close to Harry Potter, they were still a pure-blood family and would not betray the interests of pure-blood families.

This is different from Voldemort, the Death Eater; this stems from a matter of bloodline.

But it was clear that the Weasleys were completely different from what he had imagined. They were very dissatisfied with the existing rules of the wizarding world. Dumbledore had only asked a few questions, and the Weasleys were already eager to participate in the wave of reforming the wizarding world.

Having his secret exposed in public, Mr. Weasley was embarrassed, but he had no way to refute it, so he could only blush and stammer a few words.

Lucius's gaze then fell on Hermione, whose face flushed slightly, but she met his gaze without flinching.

Harry exclaimed in admiration, "What a bold little witch! No wonder she's a Gryffindor!"

Harry knew why Lucius had glanced at Hermione with a displeased expression.

After all, the Malfoy family has always been portrayed as an ancient pure-blood family that prides itself on its pure-blood lineage.

In other words, they believe that the descendants of Muggles, such as Hermione, are inferior.

However, they are now potential allies of Harry, and with the Minister of Magic watching closely, the Malfoys dare not say anything out of line.

He merely nodded sarcastically to Mr. Weasley and continued on his way to his seat.

Malfoy gave Harry, Ron, and Hermione a disdainful look and sat down between his parents.

Harry sensed the fear in Malfoy's heart and found it slightly amusing, yet also somewhat admiring.

Despite always being at a disadvantage against Hermione, Malfoy is indeed a rare talent.

At only fourteen years old, he already possesses such superb acting skills, completely concealing his relationship with himself.

Harry felt that if he were in the multiverse, he might be a natural-born agent.

is it you?
Nick Fury?

"Damn guy," Ron muttered, turning his gaze back to the arena.

Shortly afterward, a wizard named Ludo entered the box. At Fudge's prompting, he drew his wand, pointed it at his throat, and cast a loud voice spell.

Then he announced the official start of the 422nd Quidditch Cup!
The audience erupted in cheers, and thousands of flags from different teams waved simultaneously, creating a spectacular scene.

Of course, there are also plenty of advertisements, pasted everywhere.

Then different Quidditch teams came out, and Veela also came out to dance.

The Veela of this world possessed an extraordinary talent for allure, and to Harry's astonishment, this allure was indistinguishable from that of a succubus.

If wizards didn't possess chaotic magic and have extremely high resistance to mental attacks like charm, then probably all wizards would become slaves to Veela.

Soon, the game begins.

International Quidditch matches are indeed more exciting than Hogwarts school team matches, until finally the Bulgarian team caught the Golden Snitch, adding 150 points to their team's score.

However, the gap between their team and Ireland was too large. Ireland had already won by 170 points before catching the Golden Snitch, so Ireland still won.

After the competition, everyone slowly walked down the stairs covered with a purple-red carpet.

They followed the lantern-lit path back to the tent and into Harry's suitcase.

Back at the castle, the Weasleys were still discussing the game they had just played, clearly showing their genuine love for Quidditch.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep, and Harry also went to the main bedroom of the castle.

However, just after he fell asleep, his magic suddenly fluctuated slightly, and a tiny, insignificant danger disturbed him.

Harry frowned and stood up, observing the runes flashing in his eyes as he saw the scene outside the tent.

At this point, the entire Quidditch arena was in complete chaos, with everyone running away.

Because the castle was divided into two levels, no one else noticed anything unusual except for him.

Harry thought for a moment and decided to wake the others up.

Five minutes later, after waking everyone up, the surroundings became even more chaotic when the group stepped out of the tent.

People rushed into the woods, as if fleeing something moving toward them from the camp.

The thing was flashing strangely and making a sound like a gunshot.

Loud jeers, maniacal laughter, and drunken shouts rang out continuously.

Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around them.

That is—the Killing Curse!

(End of this chapter)