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

If your weapon hits the Grim Reaper's scythe, the Grim Reaper will feel a numbness in his hand, and the scythe will slip from his grasp.

However, He quickly reached out and summoned the flying scythe back.

This filled Him with shock and anger, as He had never expected that the wizard's spell could work on Him!
The lowly wizard dared to attack the gods! Die!
The next moment, Death plunged his scythe into the ground and chanted an ancient incantation:

"The Rift of the Dead: Soul Devourer!"

Soon, a crack appeared in the ground, and countless withered ghostly hands reached out from the crack, frantically scratching at everything around them.

Harry's eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized that the rift connected to the dimension of death.

Because his power has been greatly weakened in the wizarding world, Harry dared not be careless.

Under his control, the crimson magic around his body intertwined with the emerald green light of his wand, forming a semi-transparent shield of light.

The ghostly hand struck the light shield, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound, but it couldn't break through even an inch.

Harry slowly raised his wand, the tip pointing at the center of the crack, his voice cold:
"You can't even use dimensional energy so clumsily, you are the weakest dimensional demon I have ever seen!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Harry launched his next attack.

He thrust his wand forward with a sudden movement, and this time the emerald green beam of cleavage was no longer a single-point attack, but transformed into a massive net of light that instantly enveloped the entire rift.

When the light net touched the edge of the crack, it emitted a deafening roar, and the splitting beam continuously broke apart the crack, which was essentially a spatial rift.

Under the suppression of the splitting beam, the pitch-black rift began to slowly close, and the ghostly hands, scorched by the light net, let out a shrill scream and quickly turned into ashes.

Seeing this, Death trembled with rage. He drew his scythe, pouring nearly half of his power into it, and the blade gleamed with a blinding gray light.

"Damn wizard, I will make you vanish into thin air!"

He leaped into the air, his scythe drawing a full moon-like slash in the air. This time, the decaying slash was no longer a straight line, but transformed into a huge circle.

The ring spun rapidly, cutting through everything in its path, even Harry's cleaving ray was deflected!

Seeing this, Harry took a deep breath, and crimson magic coalesced into a pair of enormous wings behind him.

With a flap of his wings, his speed increased dramatically.

Instead of dodging, he charged towards the slashing ring, his wand drawing a complex arc in front of him. The emerald green beam of disintegration merged with the crimson magic, transforming into a long, slender lightsaber.

clang!
The moment the lightsaber collided with the slashing ring, the entire space seemed to freeze.

Energy ripples, interwoven with gray, black, green, and red, spread outwards, causing the ground to collapse layer by layer and uprooting trees in the distance.

Death felt a force far beyond his expectations come through his scythe, and the bones in his arm creaked. He was forced to fly backward and crash heavily into a distant rock wall, a trickle of black energy liquid spilling from his mouth.

Harry hovered in mid-air, his magical wings fluttering slightly. He looked at the Grim Reaper who had landed in a disheveled state, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Is this the power of a dimensional demon god? It can't even withstand half of my power."

Death knelt on one knee on the collapsed ground, his hand, stained with black slime, barely managing to stay upright by supporting his scythe.

His crimson eyes widened in shock, his once arrogant gaze now filled with disbelief and bewilderment, and even his voice lost its usual authority, trembling uncontrollably.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

He abruptly looked up at Harry, the black mist around him churning violently with turmoil, his breathing becoming heavy: "You're just a pathetic and weak wizard! How could... how could you possibly possess the power to defeat a dimensional demon?!"

Harry looked down at Death with a sneer:
"Who told you that the power of the Dimensional Demon God is invincible? And who told you that there is no other more powerful force in this world?"

You say I'm just a weak wizard, but you don't know that in many worlds, wizards are gods!

Death stared at the lingering crimson magic on Harry's body, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and horror:

"I, the God, rule over the dimensions of life and death, and even the reincarnation of souls is under my control!"

What makes you think you can shatter my Death Slash? What makes you think you've driven me to this point?!

He practically shouted the last sentence, but the strength in his voice grew weaker and weaker, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes as he looked at Harry.
"This isn't right... Your power shouldn't be like this! How can the chaotic magic of the wizarding world be stronger than the power of dimensional origins?!"
What kind of monster are you?!

Harry clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Compared to me, you're more like a monster, aren't you?"

Harry never underestimates the dimensional demons. After gaining the upper hand, he unleashed even more powerful magic, preparing to completely end the avatar of the Grim Reaper before him.

But Death had no intention of continuing to fight Harry. He stared at the lingering green and red energy ripples in front of Harry, and the last trace of arrogance in his scarlet pupils was swallowed by fear.

No longer caring about maintaining his dignity, he staggered backward, supporting himself with his scythe, as black mist surged wildly around him, attempting to tear through space and escape into a dimensional rift.

"Trying to leave?" Harry's voice was icy. His scarlet magical wings flapped violently behind him, and he chased after the enemy like a streak of red lightning.

Death condensed a final ball of gray-black energy at his fingertips and slammed it hard into the ground.

The exploding black mist instantly spread into a barrier that obscured vision. At the same time, he grabbed the withered hand at the edge of the rift and pulled hard, half of his body already plunging into that pitch-black dimensional passage.

But just as he was about to completely disappear into the rift, Harry's wand was already pressed against his back.

The emerald green beam of light was no longer in its impact form, but had transformed into countless fine filaments of light, which burrowed into Death's body through the gaps in his robes.

Wherever the light filaments passed, the gray-black demonic power dissipated like melting ice and snow, and even the very essence of his soul emitted a sizzling burning sound.

Death let out a shrill scream as its body, which had ventured into the crevice, was forcibly pulled back by the light threads.

He frantically swung his scythe in an attempt to fight back, only to find that the dimensional energy within his body had already been sealed by the light threads, rendering him unable to even move his fingertips.

Harry slowly tightened his wand, and the light threads suddenly tightened, bursting out from Death's limbs and bones, wrapping his entire body in a glowing green cocoon.

"No! I am a dimensional demon god, let me leave!"

Unlike the dimensional demons of the multiverse, Death was tricked out of part of his origin by the three brothers when he was born.

Therefore, He is not complete in essence. Only after collecting all the Deathly Hallows to replenish Him can He be considered a complete dimensional demon.

Because of its incomplete state, it attaches great importance to every bit of its origin, and if the origin of this clone, which contains a portion of the power of the God of Death's origin, were to be lost, even it would be extremely painful for it.

However, faced with Death's wailing, Harry showed no mercy and instead used even more power.

Gradually, the roar of death weakened within the cocoon of light, and in its crimson pupils, it saw its own body being torn apart by the light threads and turned into specks of black ash.

Finally, even the scythe, a symbol of the power of death, was reduced to ashes and vanished into the air by the scorching beam of the disintegrating light. (End of Chapter)