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

It's worth noting that Harry Potter and Dumbledore had long wanted the wizarding world to adopt various technological creations from the Muggle world.

At this point, if they wanted to abandon the introduction of technological creations and ask Dumbledore and Harry Potter for help in defeating Voldemort, how could they possibly agree?

Some extreme Ministry of Magic officials even believed that it would be good news if Dumbledore and Harry Potter didn't turn around and attack the Ministry of Magic after learning the news.

Suddenly, some Ministry of Magic officials felt a strange sense of dread.

Immediately after Harry Potter and Dumbledore were captured, Voldemort attacked the Ministry of Magic, pushing it to the brink of destruction.

At this time, Lucius Malfoy, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, surprisingly proposed to introduce technological creations to fight Voldemort.

Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
It was just the right coincidence that allowed them to successfully introduce technological creations into the wizarding world.

Coincidentally, none of the Ministry of Magic officials, nor other wizards, opposed this proposal that challenged tradition.

Is there some hidden force behind this that is pushing things together?
But soon, many Ministry of Magic officials shook their heads and rejected the idea.

The mastermind behind this is most likely Harry Potter and Dumbledore.

But everyone knows that Lucius Malfoy is extremely at odds with Harry Potter and Dumbledore, and it's impossible for him to cooperate with them.

Unless Lucius has always been under the command of Harry Potter or Dumbledore, but that's even more unlikely.

How could the patriarch of a pure-blood noble family and the Minister of Magic be merely a subordinate of one of them?

This idea is simply too far-fetched.

The Ministry of Magic official, who had been pondering this question, shook his head and then turned his attention to the current situation.

How exactly can we introduce Muggle technology into our creations?

And what kind of technological creation could defeat Voldemort?
The Ministry of Magic official then posed this question:

"We are now surrounded by Voldemort and the Death Eaters. To get out, we must break through layers of encirclement, and we are likely to be killed on the spot. So how can we retrieve the Muggle technological creations?"

"Retrieve?" Lucius's gaze swept over the official who had asked the question, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if the question had been expected.

The cracks in the golden barrier continued to spread at a visible speed, and the roars of the Death Eaters pierced through the barrier like countless needles stabbing into everyone's eardrums.

He waved his wand lightly, and a blue line suddenly lit up on the magical map on the ground, stretching from the Ministry of Magic all the way to the outskirts of London.

"Hogwarts' fireplace network has yet to be infiltrated by Death Eaters." Lucius's voice was remarkably calm.
“Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout have the key to the Muggle armory. It’s a backup plan left by Harry Potter. We can have the young wizards and professors retrieve the Muggle technological creations.”

A commotion arose in the crowd, and someone instinctively retorted, "Send the junior wizards? They haven't even learned a proper defensive spell."

“It’s better than sending you scared idiots like you.” Lucius interrupted him, pointing his wand at the dot on the map that represented Hogwarts. “Those kids are the real wizards, unlike you who just cower behind the barrier.”

He stepped forward, the hem of his black robe sweeping across the pebbles on the ground:
"I will send a message to Hogwarts, telling them that the Ministry of Magic needs reinforcements, and even more so, they need them to return with Muggle technological creations. Once they arrive with their weapons and join us, I hope you will bravely charge into battle and not cower in the back!"

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Inside Hogwarts, Fred excitedly burst out of the Room of Requirement, shouting to the Kamar-Taj members dining in the Great Hall:
"The Minister of Magic sent us a message. He told us to go to Headmaster Dumbledore's office as soon as possible to get the Portkey, and then use the Portkey to go to the Muggle Armory to retrieve a large number of Muggle technological weapons to support the Ministry of Magic."

Now comes our moment of glory!

George was equally excited, and he exclaimed:

"This time we'll be playing the saviors of the wizarding world, oh my god, I'm so excited just thinking about it."

Hermione has never lacked courage, but she is always brave, possessing a calmness and composure that sets her apart from ordinary young wizards.

"Don't rush. We can't afford to make a single mistake, or the plan might fail. We must complete the task Harry gave us with 100% certainty before our revolution can be considered to have completed its first step."

Ron nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right, victory is just ahead. We can't let impulsiveness cost us the chance."

Seeing Ron say the same thing, the twins immediately teased, "I didn't expect our little imp would become so calm. It makes me, as his older brother, very proud."

Ron immediately blushed: "Shut up, Fred, George, I'm not that kid anymore, I'm 16 years old now!"

"Yes, yes, our little rascal has grown up." The twins clearly didn't care what Ron was saying and replied perfunctorily.

Because Harry had given prior instructions, they easily arrived at the headmaster's office and retrieved the key.

The door key was nothing more than an ordinary key with a tag attached that said "Access to the Muggle Armory."

Soon, everyone joined hands, holding the key, and after Hermione gently waved her wand, she connected with Cho Chang, Cho Chang connected with Cedric, and Cedric connected with the other members, and they all disappeared into a twisted vortex.

When I regained my footing, the pungent smell of engine oil mixed with the coldness of metal hit me.

Before them lay the enormous warehouse of the Muggle Armory, where high-hanging incandescent lights illuminated rows of iron racks. Rifles, machine guns, and grenades on the racks resembled a silent metal jungle, with ammunition belts gleaming eerily in the shadows.

"Merlin's beard, this thing is much heavier than a wand!" Ron hoisted a heavy machine gun onto his shoulder. The coldness of the gun seeped through his sweater, making him shiver involuntarily.

Hermione, however, was already examining the wooden crate covered in labels, pointing to the words "Anti-Tank Sniper Rifle": "This has a long enough range to penetrate the Death Eaters' armor charm."

She drew her wand and tapped the lid of the box. The wooden board cracked open, revealing a sniper rifle wrapped in a moisture-proof cloth. "We need to cast a weight-reducing spell, otherwise we won't be able to carry it."

Fred and George were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight while holding a stack of grenades.

“Look at the shape of this thing,” George said, holding up an egg-shaped grenade to examine it in the light. “It’s much more presentable than our dung bombs!”

Fred suddenly pulled out his wand and tapped it on the bullet: "How about adding a tracking charm? Let it chase after the Death Eater's black robes."

Hermione was about to scold them when she saw a faint red light appear at the grenade's fuse, indicating that the tracking charm had taken effect. She laughed in exasperation: "At least don't let it blow up our own people!"

They moved extremely fast, like a group of well-trained guerrillas.

Ron used a levitation charm to lift a dozen rifles, their barrels levitating side-by-side in the air. Hermione stuffed missiles and machine guns into their expanded magic bags. When the Portkeys were hot again, each of their magic bags was bulging, the heavy weight causing their shoulders to sag slightly, but no one felt tired because of the levitation charm.

Upon their return to Hogwarts, they immediately traveled to the Ministry of Magic via the Floo Network.

As they walked through the corridor, they could already hear the sounds of explosions and muffled clashes of spells coming from deep within the Ministry of Magic.

"Are you ready?" Hermione asked nervously.

Fred ripped off the machine gun's moisture-proof cloth, George pulled out a grenade, Ron raised his rifle, and Hermione checked the missile's locating charm one last time.

It was obvious that everyone was well prepared.

Soon, they rushed out of the corner and encountered Death Eaters attacking the defensive magic array deep within the Ministry of Magic.

Below, the golden defensive barrier was already teetering on the brink of collapse, and Death Eaters, constantly unleashing Explosion Curses, were crashing against the last line of defense like a tidal wave.

Fred suddenly burst into laughter and propped a machine gun against a broken stone pillar: "Let the Muggle fireworks throw a party for the Death Eaters!"

Gunshots suddenly tore through the night sky, bullets whistling through the air as they struck the Death Eater's armor, sending sparks flying.

When the first bullet pierced the armor charm and struck the Death Eater's body, and when the first Death Eater screamed, Ron suddenly understood Harry's intention.

These cold metals are much more useful than their wands!

Soon, Hermione pressed the launch button for the missile, watching the silver streak trailing a fiery tail as it crashed into the distant Death Eaters, and whispered:

"It's time to give those outdated Death Eaters a shock from modern technology!"

The missile crashed into the densely packed Death Eater ranks like an out-of-control meteor. First, there was a deafening roar, and the shockwave instantly blew away the three Death Eaters at the front.

Their black robes were torn to shreds like rags, and their limbs were tossed into the air in the firelight before crashing heavily onto the Ministry of Magic floor.

Shrapnel and debris swept across the area, tearing apart the defenses of several Death Eaters who tried to protect themselves with their armor.

The silver-gray barrier dented like a punctured piece of tin foil, shrapnel piercing their shoulders or thighs, leaving bloody, mangled holes, and their screams suddenly rose eight octaves.

Fred's machine gun was still spitting fire wildly, bullets weaving a web of death.

As soon as a Death Eater uttered the word "Exterminate Weapon," he was simultaneously struck in the throat by three bullets, staggering backward and collapsing onto his companion.

Another Death Eater, holding a wand, suddenly had a bloody flower bloom on his chest. A bullet pierced his heart, causing him to kneel on the ground without uttering a sound. His wand slipped from his stiff fingers and rolled a long way on the ground.

When the grenade George threw exploded in the Death Eater group, red flames and shrapnel scattered in all directions, instantly killing one Death Eater.

Ron, rifle in hand, aimed at a Death Eater attempting to cast a spell, pulled the trigger, and a bullet struck the Death Eater between the eyebrows, sending the Death Eater crashing backward.

The Death Eaters, who were used to crushing their opponents with dark magic, were completely panicked.

Their armor could block spells, but it couldn't stop a large number of high-speed spinning metal bullets.

Their Apparition spells cannot be used by the Ministry of Magic, and other spells specific to Muggles can be easily broken by these young wizards.

With heavy casualties, the Death Eaters' ranks crumbled like a sandcastle swept away by a tide. Some turned to run, only to be shot through the back by bullets from behind; others knelt and begged for mercy, only to have their foreheads shattered by merciless bullets.

Blood flowed down the stone steps of the Ministry of Magic, mixing with shattered fragments of black robes and broken wands, forming dark red puddles on the ground.

Amidst the smoke and fire, the Ministry of Magic officials looked at those Muggle lumps of iron they had once despised, and for the first time, their eyes revealed the same fear as that of the Death Eaters being slaughtered.

They were wrong. Muggle technology was used by wizards and even enhanced with magic, making it far more powerful than they could imagine!
However, things don't always go smoothly. Technological creations are incredibly powerful for ordinary adult wizards, but for top-tier experts, they are nothing special.

At this moment, Voldemort finally recovered from the unexpected attack.

Amidst the smoke and fire, a tall and sinister figure slowly emerged.

Voldemort's skin was pale and clung tightly to his skull, outlining a hideous silhouette.

He had no nose, only two dark nostrils that constantly emitted a cold breath carrying the stench of snakes.

His scarlet eyes burned in the darkness, the pupils two thin vertical lines, like venomous snakes poised to strike, locked tightly on the young wizards in the distance.

His black robe trailed amidst the mess, stained with dust and blood, yet it did nothing to diminish his suffocating oppressive aura, as if every fluttering hem was entangled in a curse of death.

“Muggle rubbish.” His voice was like two rusty metals rubbing together, filled with undisguised rage and contempt.

Just as the machine gun bullets came whistling through the air again, Voldemort suddenly raised his hand, and a beam of light shot out from the tip of his wand.

Suddenly, the bluestone slabs on the floor of the Ministry of Magic's hall emitted a piercing cracking sound, and dozens of huge rocks rose from the ground as if lifted by an invisible hand, instantly coalescing into a thick rock wall.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The bullets struck the rocks, leaving only shallow dents and making dull thuds.

Hermione's second missile struck the barrier, sending up a shower of rubble, but it failed to completely destroy the rocky barrier.

Voldemort stood behind the rock, his eyes peering through the gaps in the rubble, precisely pinpointing the location of Hermione and the others.

Those young wizards wielding Muggle weapons, their faces filled with astonishment, were the very culprits who thwarted his victory.

“Since you enjoy being heroes so much,” Voldemort’s voice pierced through the rocks, carrying a chilling laugh, “you should taste true despair.”

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed, passing through the smoke and rubble like a ghost, and appeared less than ten meters away from Hermione.

The rocky barrier behind him collapsed with a deafening roar, and his wand was already pointed at Hermione's chest, its tip pulsating with an eerie green light—a color more deadly than any technological weapon—the Killing Curse!

"Die, Mudblood!" he whispered the incantation, and a beam of green light, like the fangs of a viper, ripped through the air and hurtled towards Hermione's face. (End of Chapter)