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

The sudden sound from behind made the three fairies' pointed ears perk up. They turned their heads sharply, their golden-green pupils instantly filled with vigilance.

At that moment, the invisibility cloak in Lina's hand also completely disappeared.

She clenched her hands, her knuckles turning white, her previously hunched back straightened, and even her breathing became lighter.

It was all a hoax, just as I suspected. It was all part of an evil wizard's conspiracy!
The three fairies stared intently at the entrance to the ruins, waiting for the mastermind behind it all to appear.

The next second, a familiar figure slowly walked out from behind the water plants at the cave entrance.

The boy was wearing a waterproof robe, the hem of which was still dripping water. His black hair was wet and stuck to his full forehead.

And the lightning-shaped scar became increasingly dazzling under the light refracted by the crystal as he walked.

This scar alone was enough for the three goblins to recognize the newcomer as Harry Potter!
Upon discovering this, the three fairies were filled with despair.

They had heard of Harry Potter's exploits and knew that the three of them alone were no match for him.

This time, they will definitely be captured by Harry Potter, or killed outright!
Harry slowly walked into the ruins. He didn't move quickly, holding his wand in his right hand with his fingertips lightly touching the shaft. He was completely relaxed.

When he raised his head and his gaze swept over the three fairies, there was a slight smile on his lips. Although he looked gentle, it made Grek instinctively clench his claws.

They had heard the legend of this figure in various parts of the wizarding world.

Seeing that iconic scar with my own eyes, even the magical glow flowing through the cave seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Harry stopped about ten meters away from the goblin, water droplets condensing on his waterproof robe due to the damp cave air.

Water droplets dripped from the hem of her clothes onto the stone platform, splashing up tiny water droplets.

He raised his hand to wipe the damp hair from his forehead, revealing the clear lightning bolt scar. A relaxed smile lingered in his eyes, and even his voice carried the unique clarity of youth.
"The three of you have been hiding your identities for so long. Now it's time to tell me your true identities and why you're collecting the Deathly Hallows, isn't it?"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Greck's other claws before settling on the unique claw in Lina's hand, and his smile deepened:
"These special magical devices are not simple; they possess a high level of technology. So, you are remnants of the Fairy War?"

Hearing Harry's words, the goblin Keir reacted the most agitatedly, angrily retorting:

"Shut up! We are not remnants, we are warriors fighting for the freedom of the fairies!"

"A warrior fighting for the freedom of goblins?" Harry remained noncommittal; he felt there was something strange about the situation.

He clearly only wanted to catch the thief who stole the Three Sacred Artifacts, but now he feels like he's the villain.

Harry shook his head, dismissing the idea.

He raised his wand, the tip hovering in mid-air, but instead of immediately casting a spell, he gently shook it: "Tell me, what should we do with you?"

He paused, looking at the three fairies' instantly tense posture, and added a touch of teasing in his tone: "If you're willing to tell me who exactly was behind you instructing you to steal the Deathly Hallows, I might consider dealing with you accordingly."

"But if you continue to be stubborn, I think Azkaban won't welcome you outsiders, so you'll definitely be executed on the spot, right?"

The fairy Gil clenched his claws tightly, took a half-step forward, his previously drooping pointed ears stood erect, his golden-brown pupils were filled with rage, and even his voice trembled with gritted teeth:
"You're the arrogant one, you brat. You really think you're something special just because you have that scar?"

He glanced at Greik and Lina beside him, who were equally tense, and let out a low growl, his claws leaving shallow marks on the stone platform:
"We're just here to claim the honor that belongs to fairies. Who are you, a human, to point fingers at us?"
Do you think we're afraid?
"At worst, we'll fight to the death; our strength might not be inferior to yours!"

Despite his tough words, his tail unconsciously tightened behind him, and his breathing became more rapid than before.

He wouldn't admit defeat, but he knew that the three of them were no match for Harry.

Greck abruptly reached out and pressed down on Kiel's bronze claws, forcefully shoving down the claws that were already covered in magical glow.

He turned and glared at Kiel, his shrill voice filled with suppressed anger as he snapped, "Shut up! You brainless idiot!"

These words froze Gil instantly, and Lina also stopped her spellcasting.

Greck released his grip and bowed slightly to Harry.

His posture was extremely respectful, and there was not a trace of hostility in his entire being.

His previously tense back relaxed slightly, and the wariness in his golden-green pupils faded, replaced by a pragmatic calmness.
“Mr. Potter, this boy is young and impetuous, and speaks without thinking. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Harry looked the goblin Greck up and down. This goblin was indeed more mature than the younger one. They hadn't cast any spells, and Harry didn't have any immediate intention of killing them.

After all, these three fairies were still somewhat useful to him, allowing him to make many attempts.

“Oh, interesting. And then, what do you want to say?” Harry said casually.

Greck took a deep breath and picked a point where he could back down:
“We are indeed here for the invisibility cloak, but we have no ill intentions and never intended to oppose you.”

At this point, he glanced furtively at Harry's wand, which he hadn't put down, and his tone softened slightly:
"As for who's behind it all... there really isn't anyone directing us from behind the scenes."

We've only heard that the Deathly Hallows can grant immense power, even enabling the creation of new worlds, so we want to collect them, leave this world, and escape the wizards' enslavement.

"If our actions have offended you or broken the rules, we are willing to hand over all the Deathly Hallows and go with you to see the Ministry of Magic, just to ask that you spare our lives."

After saying that, he tugged hard at Keir, who was about to speak again, signaling him to stop causing trouble. He then maintained his bowed posture, his eyes full of sincerity, and even his breathing was extremely soft, as if afraid of saying anything that might offend Harry.

But the fairy Gil and the old fairy Grek had completely different ideas. Even though the old fairy Grek forcibly stopped him, he still found an opportunity to speak loudly:

"Grandpa Grek, why should we be afraid of this guy?"
With the power bestowed upon us by the gods, we will surely defeat him!
If you're unwilling to take action, then leave it to me. I will not bow to a wizard, even if it costs me my life! (End of Chapter)