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

The green light rapidly approached Hermione, and in this extremely critical moment, everything before her eyes seemed to slow down.

Hermione instinctively tightened her grip on the missile launcher, but released the trigger at the last moment.

It was no use. She knew perfectly well that the missiles couldn't harm Voldemort in the slightest; he was on a completely different level from the other wizards.

This green light will penetrate her skin and bones like passing through a thin veil, eventually causing her heart to stop beating in excruciating pain.

Despair pierced her temples like an ice pick; she could even hear her teeth chattering.

The air seemed to freeze, and the green light illuminated Hermione's suddenly dilated pupils.

Just as the green light was about to lick her eyelashes, a golden light, more intense than sunlight, tore through the darkness.

The moment the green light tore through the smoke, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of Hermione.

He had barely appeared when his wand swept out with a whoosh, the golden flames bursting from its tip like outstretched wings, precisely striking the deadly green light.

The two beams of light collided violently in mid-air, emitting a shrill sound like shattering glass.

The golden flames instantly clung to the green beam of light. Amidst the sizzling sound, the green light of the Killing Curse faded at a visible speed, eventually turning into sparks three inches in front of Hermione's nose before being swept away by the draft.

Although Hermione wouldn't die from the Killing Curse if she were hit by it, thanks to the protective magic circle, she would only enter a state of suspended animation, Harry still didn't want his girl to be hit by the Killing Curse.

And so, he appeared!

Hermione took a half step back, still shaken, her finger still resting on the missile launcher button.

The moment she saw Harry, her eyes lit up with ecstasy. Her fingers trembled as she wanted to rush into his arms, but she was afraid of disturbing his confrontation with Voldemort, so she forced herself to restrain herself.

But by then, Harry had already pulled Hermione into his arms and was gently stroking her head:
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

An unparalleled sense of security enveloped Hermione, and at this moment she was afraid of nothing.

Voldemort's pupils suddenly shrank to two vertical lines, and his eyes exploded with burning rage.

He watched the black-robed figure suddenly appear from behind, and saw the other person protectively holding Hermione in their arms. A sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips.

“Potter.” His voice was like rusty metal scraping together, every syllable dripping with venom. “You’re always like this, like an eyesore of a cockroach, crawling out when you shouldn’t be.”

The eerie green light at the tip of the wand did not dissipate; instead, it grew thicker due to its master's rage, like a pulsating swamp of poison.

He stared at Harry's arm around Hermione's waist, then glanced at the top of Hermione's hair buried in Harry's chest, and let out a low, sneer.

"Protect a Mudblood? Your stupidity is just like your filthy father's."

Do you think that blocking one curse will change anything?
Today, I'll snap her neck first, then kill you, you damned wretch, and send you two ant-like nuisances back to your graves together.

The tip of the staff suddenly rose, and the green light condensed again, this time even more intense than before, and the air seemed to smell of death.

Voldemort's face was expressionless, only his scarlet eyes swirled with an almost manic killing intent.

Harry stared at him expressionlessly, showing no fear whatsoever.

Perhaps Voldemort would have posed a significant challenge to him during his first and second years of school, but as his strength continued to grow, even though the Wizarding World's suppression of him also increased considerably, he was still able to easily defeat Voldemort.

Wearing the increasingly vibrant green tip of Voldemort's wand, Harry also waved it, pointing it at Voldemort, but his wand showed no magical brilliance whatsoever, remaining completely unremarkable.

Just as Voldemort was about to cast his most powerful Killing Curse on Harry, he heard Harry say calmly:

"I said, there is no Voldemort in front of me!"

These words, like an absolute command, suddenly appeared in Voldemort's ears.

Immediately afterwards, his outline began to blur at a visible speed, like an ink droplet thrown into water.

A semi-transparent ripple spread across the edge of his black robe, and his exposed pale skin gradually faded as if erased. Even his signature snake eyes rapidly lost focus, turning into two hazy outlines.

"No!" Even Voldemort was terrified by this bizarre attack, but no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail!

His roar became distorted, as if it were coming through thick glass.

He waved his wand wildly, and green light, black mist, and all sorts of deadly dark magic gushed from the tip of the wand, only to dissipate on their own three steps away from Harry.

Those powers depend on his existence for their existence; when this premise is denied, they become rootless bubbles.

His body is dissolving in a bizarre way.

It's not burning, not shattering, but like lines that have never been drawn, being gently erased from reality by an invisible hand.

The shoulders first become transparent, revealing the broken stone pillar behind them.

Next came the arm, the fingers holding the wand fading away one by one, until finally even the wand itself, once stained with countless drops of blood, turned into specks of light and vanished into the air.

Hermione covered her mouth, staring at Im in disbelief.

She saw Voldemort's face rapidly dissolving, his twisted rage solidified on his translucent skin like a faded, poorly made oil painting.

She had seen this power in Harry before, but this was the first time she knew that it could actually work on a wizard of Voldemort's caliber.

Voldemort was still roaring, trying to gather his power, but all he could make was a hoarse, leaky sound from his throat, unable to form even the most basic syllables.

When existence is completely denied, even sound becomes superfluous.

In the end, all that remained was a blurry, dark red shadow, like the embers of the black magic he loved most in life, until even that ember was obliterated by an inexplicable force.

Harry's gaze then fell on the panicked and fleeing Death Eaters in the distance, and he repeated himself, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet carrying an undeniable weight:
"There are no Death Eaters in front of me."

The moment the words fell, the Death Eaters slowly disappeared, until finally, just like Voldemort had just vanished without a trace.

Once Voldemort and the Death Eaters had completely disappeared, the oppressive feeling in the air vanished abruptly, and even the wind seemed to become lighter.

Ron staggered, putting down the machine gun. He stared blankly at the empty ground and muttered, "Just like that? Voldemort, who had left the Ministry of Magic helpless, was dealt with so easily?"

Fred's finger was still on the trigger until the cold metallic feel of the machine gun seeped into his palm, snapping him back to reality.

He whistled, his voice trembling with disbelief:
"Merlin's beard... Did I just see it wrong? That guy's like writing on a blackboard that's been wiped clean, not even a speck of dust left?"

As he spoke, he kicked the patch of ground where Voldemort had disappeared with the tip of his boot. The gravel made a crisp, clanging sound, and all traces of Voldemort vanished completely, leaving nothing behind.

George was hastily bandaging the wound on his arm with a strip of cloth when he heard this and looked up. His eyebrows, which usually held a playful air, were now furrowed in a frown.

"Easy? You call this easy?"

He gestured with his chin toward Harry, lowering his voice, "Didn't you see the look on Potter's face when he chanted the spell? Like he'd just run a hundred miles. But then again, it's way cooler than blowing him up with a bomb, isn't it?"

Harry shook his head, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a trace of weariness finally appeared in the calm of his eyes.

Using this power to deal with Voldemort was quite a tiring task for him.

This requires him to use the power of the rules to eliminate a person; the heavier that person is, the more power he needs to expend.

However, because Voldemort only had one-seventh of his soul left, he could kill a powerful opponent of Voldemort's caliber with less power.

If Harry wanted to use the power of the rules to erase Dumbledore from existence, he estimated that he would probably need to unseal the chaos magic within him.

Before the smoke of battle had cleared, a series of orderly footsteps suddenly echoed from the ruins of the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy wore a crisp, dark green minister's robe, his silver-gold hair was neatly combed back, and the snake-headed cane in his hand tapped lightly on the gravel, producing a crisp tapping sound.

Behind him followed several senior officials, including Kingsley and Avery. Their robes were still covered in the dust of battle, but they could not hide the complex expression on their faces. There was relief at surviving the ordeal, and even more so, admiration for the young men in front of them.

“Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley,” Lucius’s voice rang out. He stopped and nodded slightly. “On behalf of the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world, I extend my sincerest gratitude to you.”

He gestured to the side, and the officials behind him stepped forward one after another. Kingsley spoke first, his voice loud and sincere:
"You ended this nightmare. We saw everything that just happened. You saved us all."

Harry and the others were not swayed by the flattery of these Ministry of Magic members, and the twins stepped forward without Harry even having to signal them.

They brandished their guns and cannons, and in a show of defiance, addressed Lucius and his men:
"Do you know how we defeated Voldemort?"
It is a technological creation of Muggles, a technological creation that you used to look down upon, a technological creation that you refused to introduce into the wizarding world.

Do you still oppose the introduction of technological creations into the wizarding world?

Lucius looked dejected; a forced smile appeared on his lips, followed by a solemn promise:
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter. After this incident, I've come to my senses and know that wizards cannot be complacent."

Therefore, I will now propose a bill to promote technological creations within the Wizarding World.

Rest assured, we are definitely not the kind of people who are complacent and unambitious; we also hope that the wizarding world will become a better place.

The numerous Ministry of Magic officials behind Lucius hesitated to speak, but seeing that even Minister of Magic Lucius had agreed to introduce technological creations into the material world, they naturally couldn't object.

Harry's plan was thus successfully completed, and the technological creations will be gradually introduced into the wizarding world in the future.

By then, the wizarding world will have undergone a tremendous transformation, at the very least from a dilapidated medieval town to a modern metropolis.

Next, a proposal that shocked the entire wizarding world began to circulate wildly within it.

Minister of Magic Lucius Malfoy proposed to begin introducing Muggle technology from today onwards, so that wizards could keep up with the times in the Muggle world.

From now on, any wizard can freely enter and leave the Muggle world, but must not reveal their identity to Muggles for the time being.

Harry Potter and Dumbledore will set up a magic circle that covers the entire UK, a magic circle whose function is to make Muggles completely ignore supernatural phenomena.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the Wizarding World being exposed immediately.

Of course, with contact with Muggles, the wizarding world will eventually have to integrate with Muggles.

But the integration at that time was purposeful, systematic, and prepared, unlike the integration that occurred without any preparation.

This is the only way to ensure peaceful coexistence between Muggles and wizards and to avoid a war that could affect the entire world.

Furthermore, only when wizards possess technological equipment and magic can a small number of wizards avoid being looked down upon by Muggles and have the right to negotiate with them.

Otherwise, if Muggles suddenly launch a war, even if they use the Imperishable Curse on the higher-ups, they could still be completely defeated by the Muggles who have gathered the intelligence.

In any case, this proposal was like a bomb with a detonating spell, causing unprecedented upheavals in the wizarding world, with wizards from different factions reacting in completely opposite ways.

In the back alley of Diagon Alley, several pure-blood wizards dressed in elaborate robes were crumpling up the Daily Prophet and slamming it to the ground.

"Lucius Malfoy has gone mad!" a bearded man growled, the family crest on his chest gleaming coldly in his rage. "He wants us to learn from those Muggles and tinker with metal? Has he forgotten he's the head of the Malfoy family?"

The other person sneered, his voice icy:
"They were scared out of their wits by that kid Potter! Magic is supposed to be the supreme power, so why should it bow down to Muggles? That magic circle is a joke."

We need to hide from Muggles? They can't even withstand a Muggle expulsion spell!

They gathered around the ancient fireplace, cursing the proposal with the most vile language, and some even secretly took out their wands, threatening to correct this defilement of the wizarding bloodline.

In the Ministry of Magic's offices, officials were arguing heatedly around the parchment containing the proposal.

A witch in charge of Muggle affairs pushed up her glasses:

"Let wizards come and go as they please in the Muggle world? We don't even understand their traffic rules."

Last time, a wizard almost got caught on a Muggle's security camera using Apparition on the streets of London!

His colleague comforted him:
"Don't worry, although that's what they say, in reality, wizards need to pass an exam to enter the Muggle world. They are only allowed to enter once a wizard understands the basic logic and rules of the Muggle world."

Therefore, it actually makes it more difficult for wizards to go to the Muggle world; it's just that we can freely use technological creations without having to use them privately.

Indeed, these wizards in the Muggle Affairs Department are aware of the benefits of technological creations, and many of them use them privately. (End of Chapter)