Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Fake!"

Seeing this, the dark figure could no longer hold back and let out an angry curse. Suddenly, it flipped over, using both hands and feet, rolling and crawling as it turned and fled at a speed comparable to Usain Bolt.

"I knew you were faking your death, you bastard..." Hermione snorted coldly, but didn't fire again.

She didn't intend to kill him, and it probably wouldn't be that easy to kill him anyway.

Seeing the dark figure disappear into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, Hermione turned to look at Malfoy, who was lying on the ground, and pointed her gun at his head.

"By the way, what did you just say 'mud'? I didn't hear you clearly."

Malfoy swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Hermione.

Hermione slowly put away her pistol; any more fright and she'd wet her pants.

Harry, this is much better than a wand!

Just then, Hagrid, Harry, and the others ran over from a distance.

"What's wrong!"

Upon meeting, Hagrid immediately raised a question.

They heard a loud bang from afar and, worried about Hermione and her companion's safety, rushed over. On the way, they saw a dark figure brush past them as if fleeing in panic.

Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead scar.

"It's nothing. I encountered the culprit who attacked the unicorn, but I chased him away," Hermione said calmly.

It turned out to be the case.

Harry and Ron accepted it instantly.

Having witnessed Hermione's ruthlessness, both of them developed an inexplicable confidence in her.

The murderer was no match for Hermione; it was only natural that he was driven away.

"Compared to that..."

Hermione nodded.

Following his gaze, Hagrid saw the unicorn's corpse, examined it, and shook his head.

"Who is the murderer?!" Hagrid gritted his teeth.

Voldemort, who else could it be... Hermione thought to herself.

He deliberately let the giant into the school in order to create an opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone from the restricted area on the third floor, but Snape discovered and stopped him.

Unable to succeed, he had no choice but to come to the Forbidden Forest to survive by drinking the blood of unicorns.

Whether it was Quirrell's or Voldemort's own methods, or the effects of the unicorn blood, the fact that he could still be alive and kicking after taking so many shots is truly amazing.

"What's up with him?"

Harry then noticed the terrified Malfoy.

"You're too timid, you got scared, didn't you?" Hermione said helplessly, spreading her hands.

Harry and Ron both cast disdainful glances at him.

"That despicable murderer!" Hagrid said bitterly.

Quirrell was once again implicated.

It was then that Hermione noticed that the spellbook had somehow increased its stored soul energy by a full five hundred points!

It seems that when Quirrell killed the unicorn, she triggered Dark Harvest nearby.

Very well, you take the blame, and I'll enjoy the benefits.

What a good man!

Hermes was deeply moved and wiped away non-existent tears.

However, one unicorn costs 500 points. If you could kill twenty, wouldn't that be... Stop it, Hermione!

Forcibly banishing this dangerous thought, Hermione silently left with the main group.

Chapter 27 Stark Returns

It's worth mentioning that Malfoy was carried out of the Forbidden Forest by Harry and Ron the entire time.

His legs were so weak that he couldn't walk on his own, and his mouth was trembling so much that he couldn't speak.

Upon seeing this, Snape was furious and unleashed a torrent of anger on Hagrid, claiming he would report the situation to Dumbledore and, as usual, give Harry a sarcastic remark.

Seeing the fear still lingering in Malfoy's eyes as he glanced at her, Hermione shook her head helplessly.

Look how scared the child is! Voldemort, you are a heinous criminal!

Harry didn't really refute it, but seemed to have discovered something, looking at Snape thoughtfully.

……

new York.

I had only been back for less than a minute when my phone rang.

The call connected, and Black Widow's voice came from the other end.

“Hermione, Stark was found a few weeks ago. Thank you for your help. I wanted to let you know, but I haven’t been able to get in touch with him these days.”

"It's okay, I've had a lot of classes at school lately, so I haven't been able to go out and play much," Hermione explained, then added pitifully after a moment's thought:

"Sister Natasha won't blame me, will she...?"

Hearing the girl's tender voice on the other end of the phone, Black Widow felt a slight tremor in her heart and quickly comforted her, "How could I blame you? I just miss you. When will you come to S.H.I.E.L.D. to see me?"

Black Widow sighed after hanging up the phone.

Sure enough, getting to know someone deeply wasn't so easy. She now understood that although the other person was young and naive, they were definitely not stupid, and in some ways quite shrewd.

Calling him a little fox wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Despite their seemingly close relationship, Black Widow rarely shares anything about her life with Hermione, and doesn't even know what Hermione is usually busy with.

Before becoming someone Hermione absolutely trusts, like the "Dumbledore" she speaks of, the little guy won't open up to them or share everything.

Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. provided Hermione with a specially made phone; otherwise, even contacting her would be difficult.

After hanging up the phone, Hermione clicked her tongue.

It's not that you miss me, it's probably that Blackie is trying to get information out of me again.

And did you think I didn't discover the listening device in the phone?

It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit.

But it doesn't matter. Being separated by two worlds, even the most advanced technology is useless.

Hermione pulled out another phone, and dozens of messages popped up at once.

At a glance, aside from informing Tony that he was safe, the messages were mostly expressions of gratitude and inquiries about his well-being.

Hermione pulled out her contacts, found the only contact in the book, and called back.

This phone was also given to her by someone else, but not by S.H.I.E.L.D. Instead, it was secretly given to her by Pepper Potts before he left during a meeting.

"Sister Pepper, I'm home!"

After the call connected, Hermione greeted the caller with great enthusiasm.

"Little Hermione!"

On the other end, Pepper's voice was clearly filled with surprise, "I couldn't get in touch with you these past few days. I thought something had happened to you. I asked S.H.I.E.L.D., but they didn't know either. They just told me not to worry."

"Even though you have amazing abilities, you're still just a child. How can I not worry?"

Hermione felt a warmth in her heart.

Natasha's kindness towards her wasn't entirely untrue, but it was always mixed with the element of S.H.I.E.L.D. missions.

Although Hermione understood, it didn't mean she could accept it willingly.

In contrast, Pepper was much more genuine; besides expressing gratitude, Pepper could sense that Pepper truly cared about her.

"Don't worry, sister. I've been back at Hogwarts these past few days. There's been a lot going on at school, so I haven't been out much lately."

Hermione replied.

This is indeed true.

With the Quidditch tournament fast approaching, she and Harry were busy with special training, and were tormented by Wood every day.

To be precise, Wood tormented Harry every day, and she tormented Wood every day.

The nickname "torture witch" was already beginning to emerge.

"Hogwarts? What is that place?"

Pepper was somewhat surprised, "And where exactly do you go to school? How come I couldn't find your name in so many schools in New York..."

Nick Fury, you bastard!

Hermione cursed under her breath upon hearing this.