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

Chapter 302 The Beautiful Witches
The twilight, like ink mixed with moonlight, slowly seeped into the spires and walls of Hogwarts, turning the snow-covered lawns into a dreamlike blue-purple hue.

Amidst a sea of ​​silver, Hermione stared warily at the two young witches before her:
"Wait, what are you doing? What's the matter?"

Compared to the somewhat shy Ginny, Fleur was much bolder. She nodded, her face slightly flushed, but mustered her courage to carefully examine Harry beside her and asked:
"Harry, will you be my date at the Christmas ball?"

Harry shook his head and declined, saying, "Sorry, Fleur, I already have a dance partner, Hermione."

Furong was not discouraged, but tried again:
"No, Harry, I feel you need a better dance partner, like me!"

Hermione was furious. She clenched her fists and demanded:

What makes you think you're better than me?

Furong didn't explain much, but simply straightened her chest, and that action explained everything.

Hermione froze, looking down. Although she could see a fairly obvious curve, it was far inferior to Fleur's, who had Veela blood.

Furong, with the air of a victor, slightly raised her head and said:
"Well, Harry, I'm much better than a little witch who hasn't fully developed yet. Maybe after the competition we can go to some secluded bushes to chat and do some things we both love."

Now, not only Hermione, but even Ginny, who was standing next to her, was staring at Fleur with a flushed face.

Fleur was two or three years older than them and had a bolder, more outgoing personality, so her words had a great impact on the two young witches.

Ginny looked down at her toes with a hint of disappointment. Her view was unobstructed by anything, which made her even sadder.

It seems that not only Fleur, but even Hermione couldn't compete with her.

She was too young, and that put her at a huge disadvantage!
Hermione was truly exasperated; she stomped her foot and scolded:
"You, you are a shameless witch."

Furong didn't mind at all, lowered her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said disdainfully:
"I only treat Harry like this. Of course, you can do it too, but you just don't have the qualifications!"

Hermione's cheeks flushed red with anger, and she clenched her fists, shouting:

"Who says only you can do it? Of course I can too! Come on, Harry, let's ignore them!"

But Furong clearly wouldn't let the two of them leave easily, and stopped them.

However, this time he didn't look at Hermione, but stared intently at Harry and asked:

"Harry, since Hermione beat me to it and I'm not going to try anymore."

But after you and Hermione dance, there's a break, you absolutely must invite me to dance with you!

Unlike her previous attempts to steal someone else's love, this was a perfectly normal invitation, and even Hermione couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Harry nodded. "Of course, I will."

Ginny, who was standing nearby, quickly jumped up to get Harry's attention: "Me too, me too!"

Seeing that Harry agreed, Ginny was overjoyed and was about to leave when Fleur said dejectedly:
"Oh dear, what about the first ball? I don't want to dance with those childish little wizards."

Before meeting Harry, Fleur might have thought that there were a few outstanding young wizards of her age.

But after meeting Harry, she discovered the best among her peers, and after comparing herself to them, she immediately lost interest in those little wizards.

Hearing Fleur's words, Hermione, still angry, laughed loudly:

"Perhaps you could invite Ginny to be your Christmas dance partner; I think you two get along very well now."

She had only intended to be sarcastic, but to her surprise, Fleur's eyes lit up, and she placed her hands on Ginny's shoulders, saying joyfully to the somewhat bewildered Ginny:
"Yes, beautiful Miss Ginny, would you like to be my dance partner at the Christmas ball?"

Ginny nodded subconsciously and said, "Of course..."

Harry thought the farce was over after Fleur and Ginny, but to his surprise, there was another farce involving Hermione.

The handsome and strong Krum appeared beside them at some point. To their surprise, he approached Hermione and said somewhat shyly:
"Granger, may I ask you to be my dance partner at the Christmas ball?"

"Wait, me?" Hermione was a little surprised, after all, Groom was an excellent wizard and also a famous Quidditch player.

She hadn't expected Krum to invite her, even though the two of them had never spoken before.

Hermione shook her head without hesitation and refused:
"Sorry, Hermione, I already have a dance partner, Harry."

After being rejected, Krum was somewhat disappointed. Then, realizing that Harry was the partner who had invested in Hermione, he nodded in realization:

"That's right. Only a wizard as excellent as Harry is worthy of a witch as beautiful as you."

After saying that, he stopped arguing and left cleanly and decisively.

Harry reached out and placed his hand on Hermione's fluffy hair, gently stroking it, and said with a smile:
"Hermione is a charming witch too!"

Hermione raised her head, glanced at Fleur discreetly, and said proudly, "Of course!"

………………

This Christmas was different from usual; it was the most festive day at Hogwarts in recent years.

As evening approached, Harry put on the robes he had prepared beforehand.

The dress is entirely black and has a medieval court style, but unlike Muggle robes, it is adorned with tiny star-like dots, making it appear as if it were made from a delicate starry sky.

Ron looked at Harry with envy: "Harry, your robe is so beautiful, mine is really ugly."

His suit, chosen for him by Mrs. Weasley, looked rather ugly and more like a lady's than a gentleman's.

Harry carefully examined Ron's tuxedo, pondered for a moment, then drew his wand and waved it gently.

Ron's suit changed instantly, transforming into a completely new look in a short moment, and it looked much better overall.

Ron looked in the mirror, admiring his handsome reflection, and exclaimed joyfully, "Thank you so much, Harry, you really are the best!"

The two left the dormitory and walked towards the auditorium, where they met up with their female companions.

When Harry saw Hermione, he was slightly stunned and taken aback.

She no longer looked like Hermione. She had done something to her hair; it was no longer messy but smooth and shiny, and it was styled into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She wore a long robe made of flowing light purple-blue fabric, and somehow, her demeanor changed, becoming elegant and noble, just like a princess in a palace.

She smiled when she saw Harry, though she was a little nervous, which made her look even more adorable.

Noticing Harry staring at her, Hermione lowered her head nervously and whispered:

"How about it, Harry? Am I acting a little strange right now?"

Harry made no attempt to hide his praise: "Yes, you look beautiful now, Hermione, like a princess."

Harry wasn't the only one who thought so; Ron, Ron's dance partner Parvati, and even some of the young Slytherin wizards were surprised. They hadn't expected Hermione to look so beautiful after dressing up.

Harry bowed slightly and invited, "Then let's go, Miss Granger."

Hermione's cheeks flushed red, but she still placed her hand in Harry's without hesitation. "Of course, let's go, Mr. Potter."

When the two entered the auditorium, they found that it looked completely different from before.

The magical starry sky dome that was originally suspended high now transformed into a spinning Christmas snowball, with countless tiny silver snowflakes falling softly, turning into shimmering gold dust when they touched the guests' shoulders.

Twelve fir trees, each as tall as a three-story building, rose from the ground, their branches adorned with blinking magic candles. A phoenix woven from starlight hovered atop the trees, its tail feathers brushing against the ground where fiery red poinsettias bloomed.

The dining table has disappeared, replaced by a crystal tray suspended in the air, holding a steaming turkey and Christmas pudding drizzled with frosting.

In the very center is a spacious ballroom, the floor of which is enchanted with mirrors, reflecting the dazzling decorations overhead, yet it feels as soft as velvet when you step on it.

As soon as Harry entered the Great Hall, he was spotted by Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his hand, gesturing for Harry and Dumbledore to come over.

When Harry and Hermione arrived at the main table, the other three warriors had been waiting for a while.

Krum was accompanied by a Hufflepuff fourth-year witch, Cedric was a girl named Cho Chang, and to Harry's surprise, Fleur actually chose Ginny as her dance partner.

The two beautiful girls, each a partner, attracted the attention of everyone present. The gazes directed at Fleur and her companion were even more numerous than those directed at Harry.

Once almost everyone had arrived, Dumbledore waved his wand, raising the central stage upwards and conjuring a whole set of classical musical instruments on the side.

He smiled and said to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, I think we should dance."

Four warriors and their partners were the first to step onto the dance floor.

Harry looked at the beautiful Miss Granger in front of him, crossed the star-studded dance floor, and reached out his hand to her:
"Relax, Miss Granger, it's just a dance. I'll guide you. Don't be nervous."

Under Dumbledore's control, the music flowed like melting toffee, and Harry's shoes grazed the ground with perfect precision.

As he spun Hermione around, the magic chandelier cast shimmering light on her chestnut curls, making her flushed cheeks appear even softer.

Staring at the beautiful face before him, Harry couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Hermione has a beauty that rivals Gwen and Wanda, but is younger and more innocent, like dewdrops on a morning morning flower.

His heart skipped a beat; it was the feeling of being moved.

As her dance steps became more fluid, Hermione gradually relaxed. Harry led her across the mirror-like dance floor, their reflections sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating.

As the music reached its climax, he suddenly bent her down almost to the ground. Hermione gasped and grabbed his shoulders. The two looked at each other, their faces very close. The surrounding noise gradually blurred, leaving only their intertwined breaths.

At this moment, the music finally ended, and the many young wizards who had witnessed Harry's superb dance skills exclaimed in amazement.

At that moment, the two of them were like the sun, overshadowing everyone else!
After the song ended, the others entered the venue one after another.

But the very center of the dance floor remains reserved for four warriors.

Of the four warriors, Harry and Hermione are the pair closest to the center.

It was at this time that the other young wizards learned that Harry was also good at dancing.

Whether it's a waltz, a cha-cha, or any other kind of dance, Harry can do it all with ease and can even help Hermione correct her dance moves.

It has to be said that at this point, all the little witches were incredibly envious of Hermione.

They also wanted to dance like princesses in the very center of the dance floor.

Halfway through the Christmas ball, Harry and Hermione were still dancing, without even repeating the same routine.

At this moment, the other little witches finally couldn't resist any longer and walked towards the two of them.

At first, the young witches invited Harry to dance, but he politely declined each time.

But soon, two familiar figures appeared in front of Harry and Hermione.

It's Ginny and Fleur.

Before the ball, Harry had promised them that he would dance with them at the ball.

Now it was Harry's turn to fulfill his promise.

Despite Hermione's reluctance, he still gave up Harry, after all, it was something they had agreed to.

Then Harry began to dance with Fleur.

Today, Furong wore a light blue court dress, which accentuated her curvaceous figure even more.

Fleur, who possesses Veela blood, looks stunning today, attracting the attention of many male wizards.

The wizards from the other two houses were somewhat displeased when they saw even she start dancing with Harry.

However, whenever they opened their mouths, they were immediately rebuffed by the Hohogwarts wizards or witches of the house.

Are you as good as Harry?

"That's what Harry deserves. What right do you have to be jealous?"

“What a gullible wizard, he really is wicked.”

Fleur also overheard some of the wizards' slanderous whispers and, with a hint of curiosity, looked at Harry and asked:

"Did you hear that? What do you think of what they said?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at Miss Veela who had clearly gained the upper hand but was still causing trouble, and asked in return:

“Miss Hibiscus, how about we end this here? If we do, I think those male wizards in your academy won’t be so jealous.”

Fleur's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Of course not. I'd rather be with Harry than with those unfamiliar male wizards."

It must be said that Fleur, who has Veela blood, is indeed very shrewd. Although she was suppressed by Harry while dancing, she kept looking for opportunities to regain the initiative and tried to get her body closer to Harry.

It must be said that if Harry hadn't experienced the multiverse era, even with his immense power, he would have been swayed by such a small gesture and fallen in love with the Veela before him.

But Harry is a seasoned wizard in the multiverse, how could he be affected by such methods?
On the contrary, Furong blushed with embarrassment at her own actions.

(End of this chapter)