Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Sister Natasha, I have classes tomorrow morning, so I'm going back to rest now. See you another day~"

Clutching the note, Natasha quickly pressed the button on her earphones.

"Hermione just left, why didn't you report it!"

Soon, several voices came through the earphones, which could be summarized as: "I didn't see it."

"Immediately retrieve the surrounding CCTV footage!"

At Natasha's command, a man in a black suit and sunglasses soon brought a tablet to her.

The screen displayed the scene inside and outside the coffee shop that had just been shown.

While Natasha was on the phone outside the door, Hermione stood up from the table, pushed open the door, and swaggered away.

Strangely, the agents deployed around the area all chose to ignore it.

Even more chilling was that before leaving, she said goodbye to Natasha, who waved and watched her go.

Inside his office, Nick Fury watched this horrific scene and felt a chill run down his spine.

……

Hermione returned to her dorm and lay on her bed.

I didn't expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to discover it so early.

Although she had been prepared for this, it was still too fast.

We underestimated these people. To be able to appear as humanity's strongest intelligence agency in the Marvel Universe, a world teeming with monsters and demons, they must have something to offer.

However, she was still a cut above the rest.

The bait has been placed; we're just waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

She was certain that Nick Fury, that old fox, was eavesdropping 100% while she was talking to Natasha.

The information revealed in the few words left behind was enough to spark all sorts of imaginations in them, and the door to a mysterious magical world was slowly opening for them.

This power is enough to make people flock to it.

In particular, her value was amplified infinitely when the key to this gate was still in her hands, as the only wizard they could contact (and indeed the only wizard in the world).

Not to mention the persona Hermione created for herself: a child with a powerful background, not much scheming, but with a small sense of justice, who wouldn't make them feel threatened, and a perfect partner... to be used.

Coincidentally, Hermione thought the same thing.

It's just that it's uncertain who is using whom.

Fortunately, her magic has successfully advanced to the second tier. While her absolute strength may not be comparable to beings like the Hulk, she has a variety of methods. In the early stages of Marvel, as long as she doesn't do anything reckless and attract some hidden old monsters, being cautious is enough to deal with the current situation.

As for Dark Harvest, having just joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she plans to pause it for the time being.

If nothing unexpected happens, she'll soon be able to make a big profit.

In the days that followed, Hermione focused on practicing spells at Hogwarts, working hard to improve her proficiency, and also practiced Quidditch with Wood and others every day, which improved her driving skills as well.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the hall, a group of young wizards were having lunch at a long table.

"With bright rabbit eyes and a melodious harp, let's turn this clear water into fine wine!"

Next to Hermione, a student dressed in Gryffindor robes was holding a wand, chanting a spell and swinging it back and forth at the cup in front of him.

It didn't seem like casting a spell, but rather like striking, as if doing so would enhance its magical power.

Dude, what are you doing?

Hermione frowned slightly and moved her bottom a little further away, as if afraid that the other party would poke her eyes with a wand.

At this moment, Neville, who was not far away, stood up, walked to Hermione's side, hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Um... Hermione, thank you for what happened last time. If it weren't for the slowing spell you cast at the crucial moment, I'd definitely still be lying in the hospital right now."

Hermione glanced up at him, gave a faint "hmm," and then continued eating.

Neville didn't take it to heart. Over time, everyone knew that Hermione was just like that—always aloof and quiet, and only slightly familiar with Harry and Ron.

Coupled with the other party's obvious dislike of being disturbed, even though she was very beautiful, young men who wanted to approach her all backed down when they felt her aura.

Neville, after thanking Harry for standing up for him against Malfoy, came to express his gratitude in person at Harry's encouragement.

“Then I’ll head back now. Hermione, if you need anything, just let me know, and I’ll do my best!” Neville said firmly.

Just as he turned to leave, Hermione suddenly called out to him, "Wait!"

Neville stopped in his tracks.

"I just remembered, there is indeed something I need your cooperation on."

"what?"

Hermione glanced at Seamus Finnigan beside her and said slowly, "If you don't mind, would you like to switch seats with me?"

Chapter 17 Keeping a Secret: Harry Potter

"what?"

Neville was taken aback by Hermione's request and hesitated for a moment before nodding repeatedly, "Ah, okay, okay."

Hermione stood up and went straight to Neville's seat.

Then, the two levitation spells swapped the positions of the plates.

Harry, Ron, and the others didn't understand, but it wasn't the first time Hermione had acted strangely, and they were used to it.

Don't ask, the answer is that I have my own ideas.

"With bright rabbit eyes and a melodious harp, let's turn this clear water into fine wine!"

Simofnigan was oblivious to the changes around him and continued hammering away intently.

Across from him, Harry observed for a moment, then looked at Ron beside him and asked in a low voice:

"What exactly does Simon want with that glass of water?"

The other party had been like this for a whole afternoon, and Harry had been looking at it for a long time without figuring it out, which confused him as well.

"Did I choose the wrong house? Gryffindor is full of weirdos..." Harry muttered to himself.

Ron covered his mouth and chuckled softly, "He wanted to turn that water into wine, but yesterday he turned it into tea, and then..."

boom--!

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

Instantly, the entire auditorium fell silent.

Everyone was startled and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Simo looked dazed, his face charred black from the explosion, and thick smoke was billowing from the cup in front of him.

Everyone: "..."

The next second, a burst of laughter erupted in the auditorium.

Hermione couldn't hold back either, and she lightly covered her mouth, a slight smile appearing between her brows.

Although I knew from my past life that Seamus was one of the oddballs in Gryffindor, capable of making any spell sound like an explosion, I was still quite shocked to see it with my own eyes.

He truly possesses a naturally explosive physique.

They definitely have the talent to use the Explosion Spell beyond their own magical level.

Fortunately, Hermione sensed the danger early on and ran away in advance.

Neville, however, was in a much worse situation. He was sitting closest to Seamus and was directly hit by the blast wave. Half of his face turned black, and even a patch of his hair was burned off.

Seeing Neville's resentful gaze, Hermione looked away, pretending nothing had happened.

Harry and a group of other young wizards who had noticed the seat-switching incident nearby couldn't hold back their laughter and burst into laughter.

As expected of Hermione.

Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, suddenly, the door opened automatically, and many owls flew in from outside.

Countless owls found their way and flew to the heads of the young wizards, throwing the packages they had hooked in their claws at their targets. The scene instantly became chaotic, with a few cheers mixed in.

It's that time of the week again for us to collect our packages together.

At this time of year, parents send a lot of things to the children studying at Hogwarts.

From everyday items like clothing to magical artifacts, the list goes on and on.

Hermione and Harry, in particular, received the largest packages of all, which were clearly filled with valuable items.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it at the same time.

Everyone frantically helped open the package, eager to know what the two had received.

Soon, two brand-new brooms appeared before everyone's eyes.

“This, this is…” Harry stood there, stunned.

Hermione was also a little surprised. Wasn't this the new flying broom that Professor McGonagall gave to Harry? How come she got one too?