Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

After thinking for a moment, Fury finally nodded and said, "Okay, I agree to this."

"So... when can you come to S.H.I.E.L.D. again? I'd like to pick out a few 'good students' for you."

He couldn't wait any longer.

Since the prophecy incident, Hermione has not been to S.H.I.E.L.D., and their intelligence on that matter has been cut off.

Although the extremely powerful magic she demonstrated yesterday was very intriguing, knowledge of the mystical side is more important in comparison.

“I’m not feeling well these days,” Hermione said, hands on her hips. “The Quidditch tournament is coming up soon, and I’m still the Gryffindor beater. Let’s talk about it after the tournament.”

Quidditch?

The three of them asked the question in unison.

"Hmm...didn't I tell you?" Hermione blinked, then offered a brief explanation.

Unexpectedly, Tony and Pepper both showed great interest in Quidditch after hearing about it.

This unique sport of wizards felt incredibly novel to them, and the way it was played was also very interesting.

Pepper went even further, asking directly, "Will we be able to watch your match?"

“This is a bit difficult, you can’t get into Hogwarts either… Wait, I have an idea!” Hermione had a flash of inspiration.

A few minutes later, looking at Hermione and Tony who were still having a heated discussion, Fury let out a worried sigh and unconsciously gripped the pager he was carrying.

He had a feeling that with the revelation of Tony Stark's identity as Iron Man, more and more superpowered crises would gradually emerge, making the formation of the Avengers imminent.

……

Hogwarts, Quidditch Stadium.

Today is the annual Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

While preparing the field, Hermione and the other six team members had already changed into their red and yellow team uniforms.

Each of the seven people held a broom, while Hermione and George also had a baseball bat.

She secretly launched the mini drone, and seeing that no one noticed, Hermione felt reassured.

Just then, Harry quietly walked over, tugged at Hermione's sleeve, and whispered:

"Do you have time later?"

Hermione said calmly, "Get to the point."

Harry said directly, "Ron and I have recently discovered some things and would like you to take a look."

“Okay,” Hermione agreed. “Let’s talk at the library after the match.”

Harry felt somewhat relieved after receiving the reply.

He was troubled by many things these days, and he and Ron discussed them all night, but they couldn't come to a conclusion.

Just as he was struggling with this, Ron suddenly thought, why not ask the amazing Hermione?

With just one sentence, Harry suddenly understood.

Yes, when in doubt, they always ask Hermione – that's just their style!

think?

Think what the hell!

Wouldn't it be better to spend that time gossiping with Ron and whispering a few words about Snape behind his back?

Hermione glanced at Harry.

She didn't know what this kid was up to, but everything else had to wait until today. Her only goal today was to win and beat her opponent to a pulp!

The preparation time is over, and both sides are about to enter the arena.

The entire oval stadium stands were filled with teachers and students, who erupted in excited screams and cheers upon seeing the two teams ready to go.

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

"Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin!"

Feeling the enthusiastic atmosphere, Hermione couldn't help but marvel at how genuinely the teachers and students of Hogwarts loved Quidditch.

Harry patted Hermione on the shoulder and pointed to the Gryffindor stands.

Ron, Neville, Seamus, and the others were waving their arms and shouting at the two men, their expressions excited.

Although drowned out by the clamor of voices, Hermione could still make out what was being said from the lip movements.

Come on.

Hearing the cheers and shouts around her, Hermione's emotions were gradually stirred, and a surge of passion filled her chest.

It felt like stepping back in time to watch a World Cup match live in a past life.

Hermione gripped the broom tightly.

I thought that after time travel, I would never feel these emotions again, and that my life would only consist of acting and the pursuit of power. But I have only just realized that this is not entirely true.

Wood glanced at Harry: "Nervous?"

Harry nodded.

"It's okay, I was like that the first time too."

"and then?"

"Then...then I don't remember. I was knocked unconscious by a roaming ball after only two minutes on the court and was in a coma for a week in the hospital."

Harry swallowed.

That was a good comforting remark; please don't do that again next time.

"This time, I don't want to be knocked out by the wandering ball again."

After Wood finished speaking, his gaze fell on Hermione, only to find that she wasn't looking at him at all. Instead, she lightly swung her bat, looked at the other side, and looked eager to try.

Wood suddenly felt angina.

Hermione must have remembered that besides interfering with the opposing team, batters also have the task of protecting their own teammates, right?

You haven't forgotten, have you?

"Welcome both teams to the field!"

On the commentary stage, Lee Jordan, a young Black man, held a megaphone and spoke loudly.

As the commentator finished speaking, both teams mounted their flying brooms and soared into the sky, circling several times before finally hovering and facing off directly above the arena.

"Today's match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

Commentator Li Qiaodan began to introduce the players from both sides one by one.

Each introduction of a player was met with cheers from the crowd.

When it was Gryffindor's turn, he exclaimed in surprise, "In this competition, Gryffindor has surprisingly substituted two first-year students, namely Harry Potter..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "...with the infamous 'Library Witch,' Hermione Granger!"

The moment the words "Library Witch" were uttered, all the houses except Slytherin erupted in even louder cheers than before.

Senior Wood smiled and said, "Looks like you're quite popular."

The Weasley twins beside them joked, "Of course, she's the prettiest and most talented girl in the freshman class. Who wouldn't like her? Our Ron is no exception..."

Hermione glared at the two of them.

Although she didn't deliberately cultivate any popularity, her beautiful appearance and unparalleled magical skills unknowingly earned her many fans.

Although he is usually aloof and doesn't like to communicate, many people still like his style.

The more mysterious and unapproachable something is, the more intriguing it becomes.

Chapter 42 First in the competition, second in the competition

After the team members introduced themselves, they began the traditional trash-talking session.

Across from Wood, a buck-toothed male member of the Slytherin team looked at him provocatively and said, "What, is Gryffindor out of options? They're sending two first-year students out?"

Wood wasn't about to back down either. Looking at the opposing team's green and white jerseys, he sneered, "Let's see if you can still say that after we win."

Upon hearing this, the seven people opposite burst into laughter.

"Win? When has Gryffindor ever beaten us Slytherin in the last few years? Wood, are you still half asleep after being knocked out last time? Why are you talking nonsense?" the buck-toothed man mocked.

Since the era of legendary player Charlie Weasley as the Seeker, Gryffindor has never won the championship.

Wood didn't answer, but looked at Hermione and the others, comforting them, "It's okay, don't feel pressured, just play your best. There's a saying, 'Friendship first, competition second,' and winning or losing isn't really important."

"Haha, 'friendship first, competition second' is just an excuse for not winning." The buck-toothed man laughed loudly: "If the competition isn't about winning, what's the point?"

"The competition should come first, and friendship second!"

Before Wood could speak, Hermione suddenly spoke up:

"That's right, senior! If a competition isn't about winning, it's meaningless. Why lose when you can win?"

Your comment is a little Slytherin-esque... Harry silently watched her retreating figure.