Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Just then, a young couple walked in arm in arm, chatting and laughing. After ordering two coffees, they looked around and sat down at a table not far from Hermione.

Chapter 13 S.H.I.E.L.D. Appears

A man and a woman, clearly a couple, were chatting happily, with occasional giggles escaping their ears.

A pungent, sour smell of being in love.

Hermione rolled her eyes, silently finished the remaining half of her coffee, and got up to walk towards the two of them.

"Move over a bit, make some room for me."

She pushed the young man aside, and to the utter bewilderment of the two, Hermione plopped down in the man's original spot.

Hermione looked at the woman in front of her.

The woman was probably in her early twenties, with a hot figure, curvaceous body, and a beautiful face. Her tight-fitting clothes perfectly accentuated her sexy curves.

Her slightly wavy, wine-red hair added to her allure, making her incredibly captivating.

It's a pity that Hermione is now a beautiful young woman, and she can't do anything about it.

"Young lady, what's wrong with you..." The red-haired beauty spoke first, her eyes full of doubt.

She was interrupted by Hermione before she could finish speaking.

"Stop pretending, what do you want?"

Before the red-haired beauty could speak, the young man next to her frowned and said, "What do you mean, 'looking for you'? Little girl, what are you doing taking my seat? I don't have any change for you."

It's clearly implying that Hermione is there to beg.

Hermione wasn't angry; she just glanced at the two men and muttered to herself, "Could they be sent by the Ministry of Magic? But there's not a trace of magic on them. Why would the Ministry of Magic send two Muggles? I don't understand these people..."

His voice was filled with deep doubt and confusion.

She has already decided on her character in Marvel.

A young wizard with a small sense of justice, but also very intelligent, even somewhat cunning, and with a mysterious and profound background.

All we have to do now is keep up the act and fool these people.

"you!"

Seeing that Hermione ignored him and kept talking to herself in a way that he couldn't understand, the young man got a little angry.

"Shut up." Hermione took out her wand and tapped him on the forehead, then looked up at the red-haired beauty. "Get to the point, or I'm leaving."

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

How could a professionally trained adult like myself be hit on the head with a small wooden stick by a girl who's at most in junior high school? The young man couldn't believe it.

"You..." The young man, regaining his senses, was about to say something when the red-haired beauty raised her hand to stop him.

"Agent Jason, you can leave now. I'll take care of this."

The young man's expression immediately changed from anger to helplessness, as if all his previous expressions had been an act. He quietly stood up and left the coffee shop.

As he left, he kept muttering to himself, "How could this be? How could such a young girl have seen through my disguise..."

After the man left, the red-haired beauty finally spoke:

“Miss Granger…may I address you that way?”

Hermione wasn't surprised and said with a smile, "Just call me Hermione."

Regardless, looking at beautiful women always brings joy, even if she is no longer able to have two women on each side.

Upon seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in the red-haired beauty's eyes.

It seems the target is easier to talk to than I thought.

“Okay, little Hermione.” The red-haired beauty hesitated for a couple of seconds before asking the question that concerned her most, “How did you see through us?”

In fact, she had the same question as the male detective who left.

As a top-notch agent, she had absolute confidence in her disguise and was certain that she hadn't been exposed. If she hadn't been so puzzled, she would never have put the mission aside and asked this question first.

For a fleeting moment, she even suspected that the little girl in front of her was a spy trained from childhood by some secret organization.

"Huh?" Hermione looked puzzled. "Don't you know that wizards are very sensitive to sight?"

"Since you came in, you've secretly glanced at me six times, and that brother just now stole glances at me eleven times. Is this how you two date?"

Even couples on the verge of breaking up at Hogwarts care about each other more than you two do!

The red-haired beauty was stunned.

Are kids these days so sensitive that they can even sense a person's gaze?

Hermione chuckled to herself.

That talk about vision is obviously nonsense; she was able to recognize the other person simply because she knew her.

I've seen it so many times on screen in my past life, it's incredibly familiar.

Natasha Romanov!

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agent, codenamed Black Widow!

Black Widow!

Natasha pondered for a moment, recalling Hermione's words again, and suddenly her body trembled as she grasped the key words.

She, what did she just say?

wizard?!

The child conveyed one message through her words: she is a witch!

Meanwhile, inside a tall building, in a spacious office, a one-eyed, bald Black man's pupils dilated upon hearing this, and he looked down at the girl's file.

Several photos were displayed on the table: Hermione working in front of the barbecue restaurant, the body of a black robber, and the dead bodies of several Hell's Kitchen criminals.

Natasha smiled.

"Hermione, lying is not a good habit for children."

Before coming, she had looked at the target's information. She should be a little girl with some special abilities. Although the word "wizard" surprised her, upon closer inspection, she figured it was probably just a child's childish daydreaming after gaining superpowers.

She absolutely did not believe in wizards or magic.

However, Hermione's next reaction surprised Natasha.

She had expected Hermione to be angry and embarrassed after her lie was exposed, or to throw a childish tantrum, but to her surprise, Hermione frowned, and her previously cheerful expression turned puzzled.

"Eh... you don't even know this? Could it be that you weren't sent by the Ministry of Magic to spy on me?"

Hermione's expression suddenly turned serious, and then she scratched her head in distress.

"Oh no, I've messed up again. I told two Muggles this, I'm afraid I'll get a lecture from Dumbledore when I get back."

Natasha stared intently at Hermione, her expression somewhat stiff.

She tried to see any trace of acting in Hermione's reaction, but failed.

Either the girl in front of me is so immersed in the role that she can't distinguish between fantasy and reality, or... what she said is true.

"Ugh, this is so annoying."

Hermione looked unhappy, slumped over the table, and started waving her wand around when suddenly an idea struck her.

"By the way, before the Ministry of Magic finds out, I'll erase your memories first, so no one will discover that I revealed the existence of wizards to Muggles."

Hermione suddenly perked up and clapped her hands.

"Yes, let's do it! Haha, I'm a genius!"

what?

Erase memory?

Natasha felt a chill run down her spine after hearing Hermione's words.

The small wooden stick in the other person's hand was pointed at her. Natasha saw the tip of the stick slowly light up, and instantly, an unprecedented sense of crisis swept over her.

This is the intuition of a top agent.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Remembering her mission, Natasha used her strong willpower to control the instinctive urge to draw her gun and shouted, "Don't you want to know who we are?"

This question seemed to have piqued Hermione's interest. She slowly lowered her wand and asked, "Pretty ladies, if you weren't sent by the Ministry of Magic, then who are you, and what brings you here to see me?"

As the sense of crisis gradually subsided, Natasha breathed a heavy sigh of relief, her back completely soaked without her noticing.

Chapter 14 Deception

"Natasha, what happened!"

A slightly nervous voice came through the earphones.

“It’s okay, I can handle it,” Natasha said quickly in a low voice, pressing her ear.

Turning her gaze back to Hermione, Natasha said seriously, "I'm from the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Bureau. You can call me Natasha. I've come to see you today mainly to ask you some questions."

Even though English has now become the native language of this body, Hermione's mind went blank for a second after hearing such a long string of names.