Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

After the thread was completely removed from the body, the wound began to bleed profusely again, staining the entire bed sheet red.

Hearing the groan behind him, Coulson sensed something was wrong and, without thinking, quickly turned around to try and stop it.

"Healed completely!"

The next second, Hermione chanted the spell again, the tip of her wand gently grazing the open wound.

As the wand moved, the flesh near the wound seemed to come alive, gathering and closing up on its own.

In the blink of an eye, the entire wound had been healed.

Natasha stared blankly at the scene before her, then quickly grabbed a towel and dried her lower abdomen.

Fair skin exposed to the air, smooth and new, without a single scratch.

"This, this..." Coulson's eyes almost popped out, his mouth agape, his face blank.

Natasha finally realized that the person in front of her was not an ordinary little sister, but a real wizard!

The kind that can use magic!

"Is this...is this also your magic?"

In her excitement, Natasha said something foolish.

Otherwise... Hermione rolled her eyes. Did you suddenly awaken a self-healing superpower?

Realizing she had asked a stupid question, Natasha gave an embarrassed laugh, jumped to the ground, and felt perfectly at ease, her body feeling no different from usual.

Coulson only then realized what was happening, and he was deeply shocked to have witnessed magic firsthand.

At the same time, she mentally elevated Hermione's importance to several levels once again.

"By the way, should we get this scar removed?"

Hermione pointed to Natasha's waist. She knew that Bucky had stabbed her there, and from then on, Black Widow said goodbye to bikinis.

"This part can be restored too?" Natasha's eyes lit up.

Hermione didn't say anything, but simply cast a low-power "Cut in Half" spell on the scar on Natasha's waist, followed by a healing spell.

The scars disappeared.

Natasha excitedly hugged Hermione and let her experience the face wash again.

Although scars are not the most noteworthy thing for an agent of her rank, what woman doesn't love beauty?

Ten minutes later, Natasha and Coulson led Hermione toward the director's office.

Along the way, the S.H.I.E.L.D. medical staff looked at the lively and agile Black Widow with expressions of utter disbelief.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the group finally arrived at a door.

Pushing open the door, a figure stood with his back to everyone, looking out the French windows.

It's just a bald, dark back of the head that's hard to ignore.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Miss Wizard." The figure turned around. "Let me introduce myself, Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Black man, bald, one-eyed.

It really is you, Black Marinated Egg!

Hermione tilted her head and looked at him, then suddenly said, "Are you Natasha's boss?"

Nick Fury nodded: "That's right."

Hermione blinked and said, "Yes, I believe Natasha. You're her boss, and she trusts you, so you're a good person too!"

"Uh……"

Nick Fury's eye twitched; Hermione's words almost left him speechless.

Such simple, childlike logic.

What else could he say.

No, you've misunderstood. Am I not that good?

Coulson and Natasha almost burst out laughing when they saw Fury's stiff expression.

This was the first time they had ever seen Fury with this expression.

Indeed, sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

A naive and innocent child completely outmaneuveres the cunning and shrewd king of spies.

Chapter 20 Finding Tony

"Yes, I'm a good person."

Black-boiled Egg's eyes darted around, and his expression seemed somewhat unnatural.

Even he himself felt a little uncomfortable saying those words.

However, he didn't dwell on the matter, but instead asked directly, "Miss Wizard, how many wizards like you are there in this world?"

Nick Fury asked the question that concerned him most.

"I'm not entirely sure either, but Hogwarts alone has about a thousand students, plus Durmstrang in Northern Europe, Beauxbatons in France, Ilfamoni in America... Oh dear, there are so many magic schools, how could I possibly know? This question is too difficult!"

Hermione pouted, looking a little hurt by not being able to answer.

Nick Fury, Natasha, and Coulson exchanged glances, all seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.

There's more than one magic school!

Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Ilfamoni all sound like different school names.

Wait a minute... Nick Fury suddenly realized something.

What did the wizard just say, America's Iphamoni?

America even has a magic school!

Forcibly suppressing his fluctuating emotions, Nick Fury asked again, "Then what about the Ministry of Magic, and what is the organizational structure of wizarding society?"

Natasha frowned slightly. Nick had asked a bit too hastily this time. They should have built up a better relationship before gradually bringing up this kind of topic.

But she also understood his feelings.

Previously, Nick Fury had repeatedly analyzed the conversation between the two and had already formed some guesses.

After all, the amount of information that was inadvertently revealed last time was truly astonishing.

He desperately needed to find Hermione to verify his guess.

However, Hermione has not been seen since she left last time, and even with all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources, they have been unable to find any trace of her.

Upon seeing him again on surveillance footage today, Nick immediately dispatched Coulson to pick him up.

Fortunately, Hermione was not particularly resistant to it.

"The Ministry of Magic... should be like your Muggle government departments, maintaining order in the wizarding world. Different countries have different names for the Ministry of Magic. In America, the Ministry of Magic is called the Magical Congress."

"As for organizational structure and stuff, I don't know anything about it. I'm just a student, but I guess I'm probably similar to you guys. Ask Dumbledore about this! How would I know!"

Natasha suddenly said, "You Americans, Hermione, aren't you American?"

Hermione was shocked, thinking to herself, "With my authentic London Union Jack accent, what makes you think I'm an American?"

“I am a student of Hogwarts, so of course I am English.”

Hermione looked puzzled.

Natasha gave an awkward smile. These days, her attention had been focused on the mysterious magical world and Hermione's amazing magic, and she had really overlooked this obvious detail.

Hermione then explained some basic facts about the magical world.

Nick Fury narrowed his eyes.

It was pretty much exactly what he had guessed.

"Muggle" is the term wizards use to refer to ordinary people.

Wizards need to use a spell-casting tool called a "wand" and recite the incantation to cast spells, which will produce magic with different effects.

The wizarding world has existed for thousands of years, but it has always been hidden by magic and cannot be detected by ordinary people or by technological means.

This also roughly explains why the existence of wizards has not been discovered for so many years. Although there are still many inexplicable aspects, Hermione's answer every time she is asked is simply "That's magic," leaving Nick Fury speechless.

When asked how to get to wizarding society, Hermione's answer was even simpler.

Can't go.

Under the influence of magic, even if ordinary people know the exact location of the entrance, they will only end up going around in circles once they arrive.

"Since you attend Hogwarts, why do you always show up here?" Black Egg noticed the key point.

"Because the Ministry of Magic imposed personal restrictions on me, prohibiting me from leaving Hogwarts, and since this place is under the jurisdiction of the Magical Congress and not under the Ministry of Magic's supervision, Dumbledore secretly opened a back door for me, so leaving Hogwarts would teleport me directly to New York."

"why?"

Nick Fury already knew that Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, but he didn't understand why the Ministry of Magic would impose personal restrictions on a child.

Just as he couldn't understand, under what circumstances would S.H.I.E.L.D. monitor an ordinary child around the clock and restrict their personal freedom.