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

The old goblin Greck's hand was still frozen in mid-air. Before he could cover Gil's mouth, the shout filled with youthful spirit exploded like flames in the cave.

His once deeply lined face instantly lost all color, his loose skin taut, and for the first time, a look of near panic appeared in his cloudy eyes.

It wasn't fear of the sorcerer before them, but fear of divine retribution.

He gripped Kiel's wrist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his voice low but trembling with undeniable authority:
"Shut up! You idiot!"

The air in the cave seemed to freeze instantly, and even the flames of the campfire flickered as if they had wilted, making the wrinkles on Grek's face appear even deeper.

Kiel tried to struggle, but Grek held him firmly in place.

He saw his grandfather's lips trembling and his face full of fear.

Greck's Adam's apple bobbed twice, as if he were swallowing fear, or perhaps silently reciting divine commandments; his voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.
"Have you forgotten the gods' instructions? You mustn't say a word... not even a single word!"

His hand unconsciously reached for the amulet made of animal bone hanging on his chest, a token bestowed by the gods, which now felt as if it were burning hot.

Grek knew that what gods feared most was the leakage of their information. Once His existence was revealed, not only Gil, but the entire fairy tribe would suffer unknown punishment.

Seeing the stubbornness in Kiel's eyes, he felt both anxious and pained, and could only lower his voice, pleading:
"Listen to me, Kiel, stop talking... for the sake of the tribe, and for your own sake."

Greck's nails almost dug into Gil's flesh, but the boy's back stood as straight as a javelin tempered with iron, and there was no fear in his eyes, only a burning stubbornness.

He abruptly turned his head and flung Grek's hand away, the sound like an icicle striking a rock, sharp and clear, piercing the silence of the cave:
"What are you afraid of? We are not relying on some fictional god, but on the real Grim Reaper!"
He gave us the power to fight against wizards!

These words struck the cave like a thunderbolt, and Grek's face turned ashen instantly, causing him to stagger back two steps.

Kiel raised his hand to his brow, his light brown pupils suddenly turning deep black, the air around him began to distort, and fine black mist seeped out from between his fingers, causing even the hard rocks to frost over when it fell to the ground.

"Harry Potter, today is your death day!"

Kiel's voice changed, like a cold wind mixed with sand. He suddenly swung his arm, and the black mist instantly condensed into a slender bone blade, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

The bone blade hurtled toward Harry with a sharp whistle, cracking the ground wherever it passed, and the chill seeping from the cracks made Greck shiver.

This attack, though seemingly unimpressive, actually contains pure death power.

Once touched by it, it's as if you've been struck by countless killing curses, with no chance of escape.

Greck was helpless; he could only hope that the attack would kill Harry and that Death wouldn't blame Keir too much for using his powers in front of a wizard without permission.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the attack.

He never expected that the mastermind behind the goblins' theft was not Voldemort, but the legendary Grim Reaper!

However, Harry did not immediately believe the three goblins in front of him; he planned to use Legilimency to investigate himself later.

Harry raised his wand almost instantly and swung it with ease.

A flash of green light, and the attack that could have easily killed the fire dragon was annihilated! The fairy Gil turned pale upon seeing this, but he refused to admit defeat.

More black mist surged from his body, forming a blade once more.

However, this blade is different from the last one. The last blade was made of black mist, which was powerful but still ethereal and not substantial.

This time, although the blade was made up of more black mist, it was smaller in size, resembling a small dagger.

However, because it was smaller, it became tangible, as if it were made entirely of snow-white bones, carrying a purer form of death!
Even Harry's expression turned slightly serious as he stared at the bone blade.

But the aura emanating from the bone blade made his heart sink; it was a power even colder than that of a Dementor, as if it could annihilate a soul.

Although the energy content within this bone blade is very low and poses no threat to him, its inherent power has reached the level of a dimensional demon god.

Using this bone blade put a lot of pressure on Kiel; his face was deathly pale, as if he might die at any moment.

Meanwhile, Grek's expression changed drastically. He looked at the bone blade as if he could see his own reflection in its tip.

Endless black mist swirled around the blade, as if countless tiny black shadows were struggling within it—each one a tormented soul.

Grek screamed desperately from the side, "Stop! The power of death will backfire!"

But Kiel wouldn't listen. His eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and he unleashed two more streams of black mist that wrapped around the bone blade, making it even faster and wider, almost enveloping the space in front of Harry.

The bone blade hurtled toward Harry at lightning speed. Keir stared intently at the scene before him. This was his all-out attack. If he couldn't kill Harry this time and use Harry's soul to quell the backlash of the Grim Reaper's power, then he himself would be the one to die!

But Keir clearly underestimated Harry and overestimated the power Death had given him.

With all his might, Kiel unleashed a bone blade that reached Harry. This time, Harry didn't even use the Splitter Ray to attack; he simply narrowed his eyes and glared at the bone blade.

The next moment, the bone blade covered in the power of death stopped in front of him, and when he touched the bone blade with his index finger, the bone blade shattered immediately.

This scene left Kiel completely in disbelief, even doubting reality. He never imagined that his all-out attack would be so easily neutralized.

The price of failure was unbearable; before he could even speak, a cloud of black mist suddenly surged from his body.

However, unlike the diluted black mist he had released before, this black mist was extremely dense, like a burning black flame, instantly engulfing Kiel.

Just then, a figure wielding a scythe and wearing a cloak emerged from the black mist. Upon appearing, he spoke in a hoarse, menacing voice:

"Filthy fairies, didn't I tell you not to reveal my existence to wizards unless you are confident that you can kill every wizard who has seen my power?"

But now, you've still exposed me to the wizard, and I've been defeated by him.

According to the contract, your soul now belongs to me! (End of Chapter)