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

Chapter 342 Senior: Harry, thank you for saving me!
Harry said seriously to Umbridge:
“I’m sorry, Professor Umbridge, but I have to tell you that Hogwarts never teaches students useless things; everything we teach students has its use.”

Therefore, you must teach how to cast defensive spells in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Umbridge hadn't expected Harry to be so disrespectful, but given Harry's strength and fearing he might attack in class and cause him to lose face, Umbridge suppressed his anger and said:
“Mr. Potter, you are still young and do not understand what education is, so please do not interrupt the professor. I will teach you properly.”

But Harry remained unmoved and repeated:
“Professor Umbridge, I’m telling you this seriously: the Defense Charm must be taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I don’t want to repeat myself a third time.”

Harry's blunt words finally made Umbridge lose her composure.

Her fingers gripped the pink lace tablecloth at the edge of the podium tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Her cheeks puffed up like an inflated pufferfish, her small eyes flashed with a venomous light, and her sweet voice suddenly became shrill, like fingernails scratching through sheet metal.

“Mr. Potter, I’ve spoken to you politely, but you have no intention of communicating with me at all. Fine, I’ll tell you the truth!”
Defense Charms? Those dangerous things aren't even on the Ministry of Magic's approved curriculum!

Who do you think you are, Dumbledore's mouthpiece?
I am the professor of this course. What I teach and how I teach it are none of a student's business!
It seems you had a very indulgent summer vacation... But it's okay, I'll make you understand that at Hogwarts, professors are the rule-makers.

"Now, sit down, or I'll deduct a lot of points from your house and tell Dumbledore!"

Harry's lips curled into a cold smile as his fingertips tapped lightly on the old desk, his voice low but each word clear:

"Rules? Yes, I can't make the rules for Hogwarts, but you probably forgot that the rules of Hogwarts are always decided by Headmaster Dumbledore."

You can go ahead and complain, ask him if he supports your score-obsessed teaching method more, or if he cares more about whether the students can survive in the dark.

"You!" There was no need to ask; Umbridge knew that, given Dumbledore's character, he would choose the young wizard's life.

Harry ignored Umbridge's angry attitude and suddenly lowered his voice, as if he were talking about something trivial:

"Speaking of which, quite a few Ministry of Magic officials have gone missing recently, haven't they? I heard that some of them were your old colleagues in the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic."

He paused, looking at Umbridge's suddenly tense face, and slowly added:

"They couldn't have gotten lost on their own. The Death Eaters' list doesn't distinguish who is the deputy minister or who is the investigator."

"What if you disappeared from Hogwarts one day? Could it also be the work of the Death Eaters?"

When the last word was uttered, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear the soft sound of a quill pen hitting the ground.

But this was just Umbridge's assumption; in reality, her senses were now completely controlled by Harry, and only she could hear what Harry had just said.

To the other young wizards, the two of them simply stared at each other in silence.

Seeing that Umbridge was completely subdued, Harry's tone returned to its usual calmness, yet carried an undeniable resolve:
"Now, either teach me the Defense Charm, or confront Headmaster Dumbledore. Choose, Professor Umbridge."

Umbridge's face was as red as spilled beetroot sauce, from her ears to her chin, her fingers twisting the ribbon on her cuff tightly, making it look like a pretzel.

The rage in her chest almost burst from her throat, every strand of her hair seemed to scream to cast a curse on Harry, but when she met those cold green eyes, the roar in her throat would suddenly stop halfway.

"Heh...hehe." She suddenly let go of her hand, her fingers groping haphazardly on the podium, as if searching for something to support her.

The smile was forced onto his face, looking worse than crying, like a mask forcibly sewn on with needle and thread.

“Mr. Potter is really…uncompromising.” Her voice was sweet enough to be cloying, but it couldn’t hide the tremor beneath. “Of course, the essence of education is listening to the needs of students.”

She whirled around, her gray mist wand flashing, and the letters on the blackboard changed once more.

“Defense Charm…” she gritted her teeth as she uttered the three words, as if she were chewing on something hard to swallow, “Today we will… we will start with armor to protect ourselves.”

………………

Because of the increasingly tense global situation, Harry spent more of his free time taking Hermione and Ron to camp to train in magic.

"Railgun!" A violent electromagnetic field formed in front of Hermione, and a metal sphere was continuously accelerated by the electromagnetic field, flying out at several times the speed of sound.

An eight-eyed spider was hit by a marble in despair, and the entire spider was torn to pieces by the powerful impact.

Hermione's chest was still heaving violently, and the stray hairs on her forehead were slightly disheveled by the wind stirred up by the magic. She stared at the shattered remains of the eight-eyed spider not far away, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes. Then she turned around abruptly, her gaze towards Harry shining brightly.

“Harry! I really did it!” She rushed over and hugged Harry’s arm tightly, her voice still trembling with excitement. “That last shot… that lightning bolt, and the speed at which it flew… I never thought I could cast such powerful magic!”

She tilted her head back, her nose almost touching his shoulder, her voice filled with genuine gratitude:

"If you hadn't helped me adjust the power of the spell again and again, and told me how to control the intensity of the electromagnetic field, I would still be staring blankly at the metal ball."

Harry reached out and patted Hermione's head, smiling brightly, "No, it's not all thanks to me; your own efforts are also very important."

Seeing this, Ron immediately felt a pang of envy:
"Hey, can you two please consider my feelings?"
Hermione has mastered the Railgun, and I haven't even mastered it yet. This is enough to hurt me, but to make matters worse, I have to see you two showing off your love while I'm already heartbroken.

Harry and Hermione felt a little awkward and separated.

Harry smiled and encouraged Ron, "Keep it up, Ron, you're almost there too."

With the electromagnetic armor and the electromagnetic cannon, one for defense and one for offense, you'll have enough to protect yourselves in the chaotic wizarding world to come.

Ron nodded, and sparks of electricity reappeared in front of him. He needed to work even harder; he couldn't fall too far behind.

Just then, a low roar suddenly came from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, like a snapped string in the wind, carrying a strange penetrating force as it swept past Harry and his companions.

Harry suddenly looked up, his gaze passing over the swaying shadows of the trees to the dark woods, his brow furrowing slightly.

He told Hermione and the other woman, "You two wait here and stay in touch using the lending system. I'll go check on things."

Before Ron could say anything, Harry had already turned and rushed into the shadows of the Forbidden Forest.

The wind in the forest carried the scent of damp, decaying leaves, and the dead branches underfoot made a soft, cracking sound.

Harry followed the faint roar through the dense bushes and finally stopped in a clearing.

The situation here was quite beautiful, unlike what he had imagined—a mischievous little wizard in danger. Luna was half-crouched in the middle of the clearing, sunlight filtering through the leaves falling on her pale golden hair, reflecting a brilliant golden light.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the neck of a Thestral.

The Thestral's enormous black wings were folded at its sides, and its glowing eyes shone like two eerie blue flames in the dim forest. The roar from earlier had clearly come from it. Now it nestled gently against Luna, its long mane trembling slightly at her fingertips.

When Harry met Luna, Luna naturally noticed him as well.

“Hello, Harry.” Her voice was as soft as the wind in the woods, almost ethereal. “I suppose you heard them?”

She raised her hand to the Thestral beside her, her fingertips still resting on its smooth neck.

“Yes, that’s right.” Harry looked down and saw Luna’s bare, snow-white feet, and couldn’t help but wonder, “Aren’t you cold with your feet bare?”

Luna remained calm, though with a slight hint of annoyance: "Yes, a little, but I'm just so unlucky. Every time I get new shoes, he mysteriously disappears for no reason."

Harry frowned slightly as he looked at Luna's feet.

He thought of Luna's nickname—the crazy girl Lovegood.

The nickname was like a dirty rag, carelessly thrown at her by those self-righteous guys, as if her whimsical ideas and her unique gentleness had become reasons for ridicule and bullying.

New shoes mysteriously disappeared?

It's not bad luck at all.
It was clearly done on purpose!
Harry didn't directly reveal his emotions. Perhaps he was wrong. He planned to go back and investigate. If it was really as he thought, then he would handle the matter properly.

Then, as if remembering something, Harry changed the subject and asked:

"I apologize for my rudeness, but I know that wizards can see Thestrals because they understand death and have witnessed it. So, Luna, what makes you able to see Thestrals?"

Luna lowered her head slightly, her expression revealing her deep sorrow.

The Thestral rubbed against her feet, and she bent down to stroke its ears before continuing:
“My mother used to do experiments in the attic. Once she tried to concoct a potion that would make people laugh, you know, the kind that makes people laugh out loud.”

Her fingertips unconsciously twirled her hair, her tone as if she were talking about something ordinary:

"That day I heard a loud explosion coming from the attic. When I ran up there, she was lying on the floor, clutching a broken bottle in her hand."

My father said she went to keep company with the horned snorkeling beast, but I know that death found her first.

"Feel sorry."

“It’s alright, Harry. It’s been a long time. I was very sad back then, but I still had my dad, and I’ve let it go a long time ago,” Luna said with a gentle smile.

What a gentle girl, Harry thought.

It seems those little wizards who are bullying students need to be taught a more profound lesson!
They found the young wizards who were bullying Luna. On their way back from the Forbidden Forest, Harry, his friends, and their friends encountered Luna surrounded by several young witches.

Harry then helped Luna out of the predicament, and then scared the young wizards a few times. The young wizards immediately burst into tears and admitted their mistakes.

Harry then made them go to the trophy room and polish the trophies for two weeks as punishment.

………………

That day, Harry returned to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, which was located beneath the girls' lavatory.

Today is an important day for him, because Violet will be freed from her predicament today, and she will be able to fully control the incredibly powerful ancient magic within her.

By then, their reformist faction will have one more powerful figure than Dumbledore.

On the stone walls of the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, the serpentine carvings gleamed coldly in the glow of the eerie green torches, and the damp air was filled with the scent of age-old dust and lingering magic.

Harry walked through the winding passage with his wand in hand, his boots echoing hollowly on the smooth stone floor.

In the center of the circular stone chamber at the end, Senior Violet floated in mid-air, her entire body enveloped in a surge of silver magic.

The light was like liquid moonlight, yet it carried a heart-stopping fluctuation, sometimes surging like silver flames, sometimes contracting like a taut bowstring, tearing her hair and making it flutter loudly.

“Violet!” Harry whispered, the tip of his wand glowing silver.

When Violet saw Harry arrive, she smiled with delight and said, "Harry, you're here! Will I really be able to escape today?"

Harry laughed and replied, "Don't worry, senior, it's all covered!"

Harry stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the ground. After observing, he understood how to inscribe the magic circle.

He took three steps back, his feet firmly planted on the stone floor, and raised his wand, waving it across his face.

"Using the blood of our ancestors as a guide, and the veins of the earth as a medium..."

A deep incantation flowed from his mouth, and golden streams of light shot from the tip of his wand, drilling into the ground as if they were alive.

As the incantation progressed, golden light rapidly intertwined on the ground, eventually forming a complex magic circle beneath Violet's feet.

In the center of the magic circle, a magical flower composed of light patterns slowly bloomed, each petal engraved with runes for control and guidance.

"Concentrate! Breathe in rhythm with the light!" Harry shouted.

Initially, his power in the Wizarding World was reduced by three times. After breaking through to the Heavenly Father, for some unknown reason, this multiplier continued to increase. Now, his power is reduced by a full ten times compared to the multiverse!
Furthermore, because Violet possessed an excessive amount of ancient magic, even Harry struggled to channel it after his own strength was reduced.

He could feel the magic circle drawing his magic power, forming a gentle yet firm bridge that connected with the silver magic power within Violet's body.

The silver magic initially resisted this external guidance, sparking tiny fragments at the edge of the magic circle.

But under the continuous pull of the golden light, they gradually became tamed, like a torrent of water being channeled into a river, slowly seeping into Violet's body.

(End of this chapter)