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

Chapter 308 The fourth academic year ends, return to the multiverse.

Harry's gaze swept over the Death Eater who had spoken; he was a middle-aged wizard whose hood had slipped down, but whose eyes gleamed with the shrewdness of an opportunist.

He slowly raised his left hand, the lightning patterns on his palm flickering. The wind in the graveyard suddenly shifted, swirling up the black ash that rustled against the Death Eaters' black robes.

"The Dark Lord?" He scoffed, his voice low but piercing the deathly silence of the graveyard like an icicle. "You fools will forever kneel at the feet of titles. Voldemort ruled you with fear, the Ministry of Magic appeased you with benefits, and I—"

He paused, and the lightning whip suddenly transformed into a silver thread in his palm, precisely wrapping around the Death Eater's wrist and gradually erasing the Dark Mark on it. "And what I need to do is dismantle the altar you kneel on."

The Death Eater's expression changed drastically as he was entangled. The Dark Mark on his wrist was burning hot, as if it were about to be burned through by lightning. A few seconds later, the writhing Dark Mark disappeared completely.

Harry ignored him and instead scanned all the Death Eaters, from Lucius's trembling silver hair to Bellatrix's hideous tear stains:

"Pure-blood theory is a cancer, not an honor. The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic use 'law' to cover up corruption, while you use 'bloodline' to disguise your cowardice."

What I want is not a new tyrant, but a world where every wizard, regardless of birth or power, can speak with dignity.

He released the lightning whip, and the Death Eater staggered backward, but was pinned to the spot by gravity magic, unable to move as before.

“You have a choice,” Harry’s voice was devoid of any warmth, “either rot in the ruins of the old order, or watch me turn your pure-blood lineage and the privileges you depend on into a joke in history books.”

Voldemort made the world believe that fear is power, but I will show you that the courage to break free of your chains is true power.

As for titles like 'Dark Lord'...

He looked down at the fading electricity in his palm, a cold smile curving his lips. "I'll leave it to you pathetic wretches who can only stand up by sticking together."

The Death Eaters stared blankly at the young man before them, as if they were seeing a giant dragon about to devour the decaying tree roots. They suddenly realized:

The boy who defeated Voldemort was not trying to destroy a single enemy, but rather the entire corrupt system upon which they depended for survival. The Death Eaters were merely the first specks of dust to be shaken within that system.

The cemetery fell silent again, and none of the Death Eaters immediately voiced their opinions.

They weren't trying to refuse; they were just waiting for someone to take the lead. Once even one brick started to loosen, the dam in their hearts would collapse.

As expected, a noble wizard with long blond hair stepped forward first, as Harry had arranged beforehand.

Lucius's knee slammed against the frozen ground with a dull thud, like a discarded boulder finally settling to the ground.

His blond hair fell down, obscuring his face, but his right hand was precisely pressed on his left chest, over his heart. "We, the Malfoy family... are willing to serve you, sir."

His voice was firm and resolute, like thunder in the sky, echoing in the ears of all the Death Eaters.

Then, a deathly silence lingered in the cemetery for three seconds.

Bellatrix dug her nails deep into her palms as she focused her gaze on the Dark Mark, a serpentine tattoo that had shrunk violently with the death of its owner, resembling a dying worm.

She opened her mouth to rebuke Lucius for his cowardice, but the particles of Voldemort's dissipation were still clinging to her cheeks. The sensation reminded her of the Dementors of Azkaban, and the roar in her throat turned into a suppressed sob.

The first to kneel were a few veteran Death Eaters who had witnessed the brutality of power shifts during the First Wizarding War, and thus understood the necessity of taking sides.

The sound of knees hitting the ground rose and fell, like hailstones hitting a stone coffin.

Bellatrix collapsed to the ground, looking at Lucius's straight back, and suddenly understood the true nature of this surrender:
Instead of pledging allegiance to the new Dark Lord, they begged for their lives from the power that could easily crush them.

Bellatrix finally knelt down, the movement filled with the ferocity of a broken bone, her knees kicking up a cloud of dust as they slammed into the ground.

At this moment, all the Death Eaters bowed their heads, their black robes forming a dark ocean in the wind. Only Lucius's golden hair stood out starkly in the darkness, like a sunken ship that had lowered its flag first.

Harry stood in the shadow of submission, watching the once invincible Death Eaters now like harvested stalks of wheat, his face calm and his heart unmoved.

The wind swept across their backs, carrying particles left behind by Voldemort. The Dark Mark vanished in the lightning, like will-o'-the-wisps easily extinguished by the wind in a graveyard.

Finally, Lucius's voice rang out again, tinged with deliberate respect:
"Please give instructions, sir."

There was no fanaticism for Voldemort in that "adult," only the awe of a survivor towards the butcher's knife. Harry knew that this submission was not the end, but the first blood-stained knife handed to him by the old order he was to destroy.

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After Harry resolved everything in the cemetery and returned to the Triwizard Tournament arena, he was immediately surrounded by a large group of wizards.

At the very front were Hermione and Ron, followed by Fleur and Ginny, and further away were Cedric, Krum, and the others.

Harry nodded to Dumbledore to reassure him that everything was resolved.

Then, he began to recount to everyone what had just happened:

"Don't worry, everyone. I have defeated Voldemort, and the wizarding world is now safe again."

The wizards did not doubt Harry's words, after all, Harry had defeated Voldemort several times.

They cheered and celebrated Harry Potter's victory once again.

After everyone's emotions had gradually calmed down, the final whistle of the Triwizard Tournament pierced the sky like the cry of a phoenix, and Bagman's voice echoed through the arena via the magical megaphone:
"Wizards, the Triwizard Tournament is finally over."

I hereby solemnly announce that the ultimate victor of the Triwizard Tournament is Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff House, Hogwarts.

In the center of the stadium, on the awards podium, Cedric's fingers tightened suddenly as he held the Triwizard Trophy, the gilded surface reflecting his happy face.

When he realized what was happening and waved the trophy toward the stands, Hufflepuff's yellow flags surged up like a tide.

The pumpkin pies the students tossed into the air exploded into golden fireworks, scattering icing everywhere.

This time, however, no one blamed anyone; instead, everyone cheered and celebrated Hogwarts' ultimate victory.

Harry stood beside Cedric, his wand twirling between his fingers.

When Bagman announced the second place winner, Harry Potter, the cheers from Gryffindor nearly lifted the stands.

Ron yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm Harry's best buddy!"

When the crowd cheered Harry's name, it was even louder than when they cheered Cedric's.

Although Harry couldn't win the Triwizard Tournament because of a pre-match agreement, everyone knew that Harry was the most dazzling warrior in the tournament.

Besides his triumphs in the Triwizard Tournament, he also saved Cedric, thwarted the Death Eaters' sinister plot, and even defeated the resurrected Voldemort.

Later, when Bagman announced the third-place finisher, Krum, and the fourth-place finisher, Fleur, the cheers from the audience were not as loud.

However, the wizards of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons still sent their blessings to their warriors.

Professor McGonagall wore a joyful smile on her face, while Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoe to embrace Hagrid beside her.

Snape stared at Harry expressionlessly, but the look in his eyes softened.

When Cedric raised the trophy again, the cheers from the entire arena suddenly merged into a single rhythm, like a chord played simultaneously by countless wands. Harry's gaze swept over the throng of heads and saw Fleur blowing him a kiss.

At that moment, the darkness in the labyrinth and the shadows in the graveyard were crushed by the cheers, turning into the brightest light in the arena, illuminating the face of every wizard.

Thus, the fourth year at Hogwarts came to a perfect end.

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In a secret room at Hogwarts, Dumbledore looked at Barty Crouch Jr. with disgust.

Barty's face was filled with despair. He had been like this ever since he learned that Voldemort had been defeated by Harry Potter once again after his resurrection.

Dumbledore asked Harry, who was standing nearby, what to do with Barty Jr.

After a moment's thought, Harry said directly:
“Seal his magic and lock him up in Azkaban. This time, keep him locked up for life.”

Only now, thinking of the terrifying Dementors in Azkaban, did Barty feel fear.

He pleaded repeatedly:

"Please, please let me go. I'll do anything you want if you're willing to let me go."

But neither Dumbledore nor Harry paid any attention to his pleas.

Now that they have control of the Death Eaters and possess the Black Gloves, the final piece of the puzzle for reforming the wizarding world is completely complete.

During the final period of the term, Harry met with Sirius Black, who had secretly come to Hogwarts, and the two talked for a long time.

In addition, he also has to deal with the increasingly enthusiastic little witches.

Time flies, and soon it's the end of the semester.

Harry stood on the high ground, looking down at the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons wizards leaving the school.

Suddenly he turned to look to the side, and Fleur Delacour hurried up the stone steps and came up behind him:
"Harry, we will definitely meet again. I will never give up on you."

I'll be looking for a job here soon to improve my English, so remember to look me up then!

Goodbye, Harry. Seeing you this time was the happiest time of my life.

Harry watched Fleur hurry along the lawn toward Madam Maxim, her silver hair swaying like waves in the sunlight, and his mood involuntarily brightened.

But the total amount of happiness is constant; for every person who is happy, someone else will be unhappy.

Hermione and Ginny frowned as they watched Harry and Fleur interact.

Harry also planned to go to the station with Ron and Hermione to take the train back to King's Cross Station.

On the way, both Hermione and Ron kept repeating to Harry:

"Harry, remember to write to me during the summer vacation."

"That's right, that's right, we can't lose touch even during summer vacation."

Harry smiled and replied, "Of course."

The train slowly started moving towards King's Cross Station.

On the way back, the sky was cloudless, and a gentle breeze blew, dispersing the scattered haze and making the sunshine even brighter.

Meanwhile, on the shore of Black Lake, Durmstrang's magic ship slowly submerged into the river, heading towards his school.

Following them, Beauxbatons' carriage also flew through the air, faster and faster, until it was hidden in mid-air by an invisibility spell.

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Upon returning to the Dursleys' home, Harry received a warm welcome from his aunt and uncle.

They wanted to do everything in their power to make Harry happy, hoping that if he was happy, he would grant them even more powerful magic.

That day, Harry woke up in his villa, which he had created using Transfiguration and spanned several thousand square meters. After washing up, he walked out of the room, which had been expanded by the Unseen Stretch Charm, and went to the living room to have dinner with Dursley.

The Dursleys noticed that Harry seemed distracted during the meal, and Aunt Petunia asked with some concern:
"What's wrong, Harry?"

Harry shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

He simply felt it was time for him to return to the multiverse.

He missed Wanda and Gwen very much after not seeing them for several months.

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The surrounding environment rapidly faded, turning into a pale white in the blink of an eye, before being recolored by chaos until the surroundings transformed into a scene of a floating city.

Harry stood in the training room, recalling memories from months ago.

After collecting enough spacetime power, he left the multiverse and returned to the wizarding world.

Before leaving, Saul had asked him for help.

It seems that Odin, the Death, disappeared from the island of Asgard.

Harry, having gleaned some information from observing the timeline in the past, knew that Ragnarok, the end of the gods in Asgard, should not be far off.

If Odin were to fall, Hela, the goddess of death, would break free from his seal and return.

Hela's goal is to regain control of Asgard and wage war against the Nine Realms once again. While unifying the Nine Realms, she intends to rule other races like Thanos, until she eventually rules the universe.

Therefore, Harry couldn't just stand by and watch Hela take control of Asgard, since once Hela controlled Asgard, she would be equivalent to a half-dimensional demon.

Having control of the Asgardian sea wolves is also a problem for Harry.

Not to mention that Harry has many enemies in the multiverse, such as Hydra, Mephisto, and other demons.

If these organizations were to seek out Shanghai and join forces with it, using it as a springboard to insert their power into the universe, things would become even more complicated.

So Harry opened a portal, and on the other side was Asgard, a land of fantasy and futuristic science fiction.

He wants to speak with Saul in person.

(End of this chapter)