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

Chapter 96 Avada Lightning Spell (Please subscribe!)
The little wizards who witnessed this scene froze in place instantly, as if they were cast under a spell of immobilization, their eyes full of horror.

Especially Fred, who handed the stick to Harry, opened his mouth wide. He didn't expect Harry to have such a decisive and ruthless side. With one stick, he made a young Slytherin wizard lose his fighting ability.

Higgs was no exception. He had just been quickly thrown away by Harry and had not yet recovered.

After seeing this scene, his eyes widened, and the blood color on his face instantly faded, turning as pale as paper. He didn't dare to get close to Harry and continue to pester him.

The miserable state of the little wizard who had just been hit by the Bludger and suffered multiple fractures all over his body was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to be the next one.

Although there are healing potions that can heal injuries, if there is no wizard skilled in healing spells to brew a highly effective life potion, the little wizard who was hit by the bludger and had multiple bones broken all over his body would probably be unable to move for a whole month.

That’s fine, the most important thing is that I can’t practice Quidditch for this month.

You know, it's the beginning of the Quidditch season, and every day is important.

Thinking of this, Higgs's face turned even darker than the bottom of a pot.

Wait, a fact that made him feel desperate suddenly flashed through his mind - the most effective healing potion in the current wizarding world, the Life Potion, was actually invented by Harry!
Well, we can’t win in the competition, and we can’t win in daily life either.

Forget it, whoever wants to stop this pervert can go ahead, he doesn't want to end up with broken bones or injuries.

So, Higgs decisively gave up trying to intercept Harry, and continued to look for the Golden Snitch while Harry was temporarily acting as the batsman and had no time to split himself.

He had a feeling that catching the Golden Snitch was Slytherin's only chance!

At this moment, Harry's ears suddenly rang with George's shout: "Be careful!"

In an instant, he keenly sensed that a spherical object was approaching rapidly, so he tilted his head slightly, and a Bludger flew past his face.

Because of its speed, the gust of wind from the Bludger blew into Harry's face, causing his bangs to fly in the wind.

Looking back, he saw that the person who attacked him by surprise was Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team!

Seeing that his attack was easily avoided by Harry, Flint's face became even gloomier.

He glared at Harry fiercely, grinning coldly, his striking big teeth exposed without reservation. At this moment, he looked like a cunning and ferocious weasel.

His lips moved slightly, and Harry read a few letters from between his constantly opening and closing lips: "Good luck!"

Then Flint turned and winked at another Slytherin team member next to him.

The team members understood what he meant and both of them started their brooms at the same time and flew towards Harry.

Their intentions were obvious; they were planning to repeat the despicable tactics they had used on Angelina on Harry.

On the other side of the field, Fred and George noticed the commotion and immediately flew over to help Harry, shouting, "Harry, be careful!"

Harry seemed to be frightened and froze in place, motionless. He was caught between Flint and Puse and was forced to crash into the pillar in front of him.

"Ahhh, Harry!" Not only Hermione, but other young wizards in the audience were worried about Harry, even some first-year wizards in Slytherin were the same.

Hearing the exclamations from the audience, the flame of jealousy burned in Flint's chest.

He was very jealous of Harry's popularity. Even though he was the captain of the Slytherin team, he never had as much popularity as Harry.

He whispered cruelly, "Haha, you savior with a false reputation, Quidditch is not a game where you play potions, and your reputation won't help you here.

Today, let me send you off and let you taste the bitterness of failure. I hope that while you're lying in the hospital, you can reflect on yourself until you understand that Quidditch can't be played just by reputation!"

After hearing what Flint said, Harry's expression suddenly became a little strange. He felt that he had heard this before.

It seemed like Snape. In the first Potions class, Professor Snape also said similar words with sarcasm and disdain.

Harry smiled playfully, "I don't want to be eliminated right now. Are you sure you can get me out?"

Flint's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "This is not up to you!"

The wind whistled in their ears, and the three of them were moving faster and faster.

To Flint's surprise, Harry not only did not slow down, but flew faster and faster, which made Flint couldn't help but laugh at him, calling him a stupid savior.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them arrived in front of the pillar, getting closer and closer to it.

When they were only a few meters away from the pillar, Flint and Puse looked at each other, understood each other, and pulled their brooms hard at the same time, preparing to turn away.

Not only that, they also planned to give Harry a hard push before leaving, just like they did to Angelina before.

However, this time things did not develop as they expected. Harry suddenly exerted force to the right and bumped into Puse.

Pusey only felt that a giant monster hit him on the shoulder with a stick, and his body instantly lost control, and crashed towards the pillar like a kite with a broken string.

Click, click, click...

A series of horrifying cracks of bones rang out, and Poussey spun through the air in a twisting arc. Upon landing, most of his bones were broken. He slammed heavily into a pillar, then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, falling into a coma. The Slytherin team lost another member!
When Flint turned around confidently, intending to admire Harry's miserable condition, he saw Puse who was in a coma on the sand, and felt confused.

His eyes darted back and forth between Harry and Poussey, and he stood there in a daze, as if he had been cast under a spell of immobilization.

He couldn't understand why the situation changed so drastically in just a short moment. It was as if Harry and Puse had switched roles.

Puse was unconscious at this moment, while Harry, who should have been the victim, was suspended in the air safely.

Seeing this scene, he was extremely angry and his face was distorted violently.

Before he could say anything, Harry swung his stick and hit the Bludger that came close to him hard.

The Bludger tore through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and instantly hit Flint's face.

In an instant, Flint's cheek seemed to be pinched by an invisible giant hand, and it was distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, bright red blood gushed out of the nasal cavity like a flood, leaving glaring blood marks in the air.

At the same time, his body lost balance due to the impact, and he dropped his broom and fell heavily on the sand below, raising a cloud of dust, just like Wood who was knocked down by him before.

Everyone in the audience was stunned by the dramatic scene before them. For a moment, the entire stadium was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

But soon, as if a long-suppressed volcano erupted, deafening cheers broke out from the crowd and quickly swept the entire stadium.

Looking around, except for the little wizards from Slytherin College who looked depressed, the little wizards from other colleges were all very happy.

After all, in the past, other colleges have more or less suffered from Slytherin's unscrupulous and sinister tactics.

Now, seeing Harry using his own methods to retaliate and make Slytherin suffer the consequences, even though he did not defeat Slytherin personally, the feeling of exhilaration was like drinking a glass of ice-cold butterbeer in the summer, and an indescribable comfort surged from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling is great!

When Harry flew back to the twins, they smiled brightly, gave each other a thumbs-up, and said in unison, "Harry, you're awesome! Now that Slytherin has lost three of its main players, we're sure to win!"

As expected, the following game turned into an absolute crushing victory for Gryffindor.

The smaller Slytherins were no match for Gryffindor unless they resorted to cheating.

But they didn't dare to use cheating methods. Whenever such a thought flashed through their minds, they would think of the more brutal Harry.

As the game progressed, the score continued to rise. When the score reached 140:30, Harry returned the stick to Fred and returned to his role as Seeker.

Then, under Higgs' bitter and helpless gaze, just a few tens of seconds later, he firmly caught the Golden Snitch!

At this point, the Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin ended with a staggering score of 290:30.

Jordan's voice trembled with excitement, and he shouted through the amplification spell:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this thrilling and exciting Quidditch match has finally come to an end!
Now, with great excitement, I would like to announce the result of the game to everyone: Gryffindor team won a great victory with a huge score of 290 to 30!

In this game, our savior Harry Potter played an extremely important role. There is no doubt that without Harry Potter, there would be no victory in this game. Let us shout the name of the savior together - Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

Many young wizards shouted together, and in the audience, Professor Cat Cat's eyes turned red.

This season, Gryffindor defeated Slytherin again, and she finally had the chance to lift the Quidditch trophy that symbolizes the supreme honor again!

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Christmas is getting closer and closer. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts slowly wakes up from its slumber.

Overnight, the entire campus seemed to be under a spell. Several feet of snow accumulated everywhere, and the lake was covered with hard ice. In the reflection of the rising sun, everything was sparkling with tiny lights.

In the Gryffindor common room, a warm fire was dancing. The little otter walked quickly to Harry with an expectant look on his face. He asked with sparkling eyes, "Harry, Christmas is coming soon. Are you planning to go home for the holidays?"

Harry thought for a moment and said softly, "Well, I think I will go back. I can take advantage of these few days of vacation to cultivate my relationship with my aunt and her family."

If I don't go home, the magic I loaned to the Dursleys will be wasted!

Besides, Harry also had other plans.

At Hogwarts, Dumbledore is always watching over every move, and some of the more dangerous magical experiments cannot be carried out at all.

In order to complete these experiments, he had to find a more hidden and remote place.

The suburbs of the Muggle world are quite nice!
You know, the Avada Lightning Spell that he has been researching for a long time has reached the final experimental stage!
　Ask for monthly ticket, blah blah blah~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)