Harry: I Refuse to Be a Wizard, and Become a Superhero in Seconds

Harry Potter was eleven when he accidentally transmigrated to another world. There was no Hogwarts, no wand, just an ordinary couple named Ben and May who gave him a warmth he'd never known before. Just as he thought he had finally escaped the nightmare of living with the Dursleys, a flash of green light appeared, and he was back in the cupboard under the stairs.

The letter from the school of magic arrived right on schedule, but Harry had only one thought on his mind: What's so great about being a wizard? He'd been discriminated against in his old world and hunted in the magical one. Why not stay here and become a superhero instead?

He happened to save Tony Stark, was taken on as an apprentice by the Sorcerer Supreme, and had chaos magic within him that required no borrowing from any dimension. A high-level demon? One sword stroke to sever its claws. Dormammu? They'd have to face each other sooner or later. Aunt Petunia wants to learn magic? Sure, as long as she pays in pounds. After casting a spell, remember to shout, "I'm an idiot."

Uncle Ben and Aunt May gave him the warmth of a home, while Kamar-Taj gave him the power to protect it. Sorcerer Supreme, Chaos Master, Third Dark Lord: he wanted none of those titles. He only wanted to wield the Holy Sword of Vishanti as a superhero and protect the world that had welcomed him.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.