Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Or did I end up sitting in the private room that was originally occupied by the two of us?

Hermione didn't pay attention to this kind of question.

The original work, whether it's the movie or the novel, only shows a part of this world; she didn't know where the two of them were originally supposed to be sitting.

She didn't even know where she was supposed to be.

Before long, a red-haired boy also came into the private room and asked the same question.

Ron Weasley.

Harry Potter glanced at Hermione, and seeing that she didn't react, he nodded and patted the seat next to him.

"That scar...you're Harry Potter!"

Just like in the original story, Ron discovers Harry's identity and exclaims in surprise.

The wealthy Harry demonstrated his financial power, shocking the poor student Ron for a million years. Just like in the original story, the two began to establish a revolutionary friendship.

After the commotion subsided, the two looked at Hermione together.

They then noticed that the aloof girl in front of them didn't react at all to the name Harry Potter.

It's important to know that, thanks to the Dark Lord, Harry Potter is practically a household name in the wizarding world.

Sensing the gaze, Hermione glanced at Harry, her eyes finally settling on his glasses.

"Restored as new."

With a casual flick of her wrist, Hermione fixed the horizontal crack in the other woman's glasses, a gesture that served as both a greeting and a way to cure her obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Repair spell proficiency +1.

Harry and Ron exclaimed in surprise again, completely unexpected that a freshman could be so proficient in using spells even before enrolling.

Hermione looked out the window again, ignoring the two guys.

Unlike other young wizards, she wasn't surprised or enthusiastic when it came to Harry Potter.

Firstly, she had read the original novel and watched the movie in her previous life, so she already knew these two people very well.

Secondly, she really didn't like playing house with children, even though her current body was just that of a little girl.

……

Night fell, and the train finally arrived.

After getting off the train and boarding a small boat, the group of freshmen, guided by Hagrid and others, traveled by water to Hogwarts.

Looking at the enormous and magnificent castle before her, even Hermione, who had seen countless towering buildings in her previous life, couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Indeed, what you see on the screen can never compare to experiencing it firsthand."

We climbed the stairs and arrived at the banquet hall.

As expected, Professor McGonagall stood at the edge of the stairs, dressed in a green robe and a pointed wizard's hat, just like in the original story.

Faint noises came from inside the gate behind me.

Ron and the shrew still couldn't stand each other, and after a passionate exchange, Harry was dragged into the fray.

After the minor incident, everyone filed in.

As they passed Professor McGonagall, the latter looked at Hermione and suddenly spoke:

"Miss Hermione Granger."

Hermione paused, her mind racing.

Ok?

Unlike Hermione, who was usually at the front, she stayed at the back, afraid of attracting attention.

I didn't expect that this would still get noticed.

Hermione turned to McGonagall, “Good evening, Professor McGonagall.”

McGonagall looked down at her for a while, then gave her a kind smile in return.

"Miss Granger, thank you for your concern. I wish you a pleasant new semester."

The same words as in the reply.

Hermione suddenly realized that it was because of the letter she had written earlier.

"Thank you for your kind words, and I wish you all the best in your teaching." She returned a standard smile.

Upon arriving at the center of the auditorium, besides the upperclassmen on both sides, the most eye-catching figures are the row of professors seated at the front.

Especially the white-bearded old man in the very center who looks quite like Gandalf.

The old man stood up, his gaze sweeping around, lingering briefly on Harry Potter before shifting directly to Hermione at the very back.

Hermione:? ? ?

Chapter 3 Slytherin? Gryffindor!

Bush Gomen?

What's going on between you two?

Hermione's expression froze, and she managed a stiff smile.

Compared to the strange superpowered individuals and organizations in Marvel, she was more reluctant to come into contact with the Hogwarts professors, who seemed safe but were actually dangerous.

Although she didn't think they would do anything to a twelve-year-old girl, the matter of time travel and magic books was her deepest secret.

A secret I don't want anyone to know.

At Hogwarts, masters of Legilimency are everywhere.

Especially Dumbledore.

Although it's generally not used on a first-year student, it's still a risk nonetheless.

However, she had no choice; the simplest and most convenient way to learn magic systematically was through Hogwarts, so she had to come.

A second later, Dumbledore looked away, as if it had just been a coincidence.

"Are you overthinking it...?"

Oh my god, that scared me to death.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Hermione felt that the other person's last look was a little strange.

Shake your head and dismiss those useless thoughts.

Let's focus on the present moment.

As per procedure, Dumbledore recommended the Forbidden Forest, a must-see attraction at Hogwarts, to the new students, and then announced the start of the Sorting Ceremony.

Professor McGonagall took the list and called out names one by one, publicly executing them.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Hannah is unwavering.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Susan Borns!"

Ron Weasley!

……

"Harry Potter!"

The sound rang out, and the auditorium became noisy again.

As a well-known figure who defeated Lao Fu, his name is already widely known.

After a fierce battle with the Sorting Hat, Harry Potter was finally sorted into Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor students cheered, "Haha, Harry Potter belongs to us, Gryffindor!"

"Hermione Granger!"

Finally, it was her turn.

Although she didn't know why she was called last, even though she was supposed to be ahead of Harry in line, this was not the time to dwell on it.

He strode forward and placed the Sorting Cap on his head.

The Sorting Hat seems to be caught in a dilemma.

This is the second time, since Harry Potter, that there has been no response for a long time.

"Hmm... courage, perseverance, intelligence, ambition... it seems to possess them all, but ambition is still the greatest..." After a long while, the Sorting Hat whispered in a voice only Hermione could hear, "Then let's..."

"Shut up, Gryffindor!"

Hermione interrupted it in her mind.

First choice, not willing to be assigned to another major.

Good grief, one transmigration almost sent her straight to Slytherin.