Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"You think so too?" The buck-toothed man asked, somewhat surprised.

This was the first time he had heard a voice of approval from Gryffindor.

"Of course, but there's one thing you're wrong about."

"where?"

"It's not about competition first and friendship second." Hermione slowly raised her head, her smile gradually turning cold. "It should be..."

"Competition first, competition second!"

Hermione said, word by word.

Just as the other side was still in a daze, a loud whistle blew, and several balls of different sizes shot into the sky.

The game officially begins!

……

New York, Stark Tower.

"Tony, look! Hermione's coming on stage!"

Pepper pointed at the big screen and exclaimed in surprise.

The scene depicts a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

A few days ago, Hermione and Tony worked together on a research project and came up with many ideas. They finally succeeded in enchanting the drone and, through a spellbook, projected the footage across a world onto the screen of Stark Tower.

It was broadcast not through signals, but through magic.

Reading more books is still useful.

Besides Tony Pepper, another person watching the Quidditch match live was Eggsy.

The latter would never miss any opportunity to learn about the mystical side. This match might just be a new sporting event for Tony, but for him, it was a crucial source of intelligence.

Looking at the wizards flying in the sky and the audience around him dressed similarly to Hermione, Fury finally became convinced that the wizarding world really existed!

Countless details are flawless; it is by no means fabricated.

"The Library Witch?"

As they listened to the guide's explanation, the group exchanged glances.

I've never heard Hermione mention having this nickname before.

Was she really such a book-loving and learning person?

It doesn't even look like it.

He doesn't seem like a top student; he's more like a sports student.

She's a purebred wild girl, a crazy girl.

They suddenly realized that, apart from having a good relationship, they didn't know Hermione nearly as well as they thought.

"Little Hermione is quite popular, isn't she?" Pepper said to Tony with a smile as she heard cheers of "Hermione" and "witch" from the crowd.

She had been a little worried that Hermione's frequent trips outside of school might be because she was often ostracized by her classmates, but now it seems she was overthinking it.

……

As soon as the whistle blew, the fourteen people instantly flew off towards their respective targets.

For a moment, the figures of the two teams crisscrossed in the sky, flying at high speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour.

The battle between scrambled eggs with tomatoes and tofu with scallions is about to begin.

Slytherin's Bleach and Gryffindor's Angelina, acting as chasers, weaved and darted through the crowd. Finally, Angelina got the Quaffle first and launched it toward one of Slytherin's hoops.

But Blake was not willing to give up and sped up to catch up with Angelina.

Seeing that the latter hadn't noticed him, Blake smiled sinisterly and suddenly rammed into Angelina!

The latter grunted, lost his balance, and almost fell off the broom, dropping the ball in his hand.

Fortunately, Aria arrived just in time, caught the ball, and took over the baton to launch the attack again.

However, the buck-toothed man, who is also the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, had been lying in wait for a long time. When the ball fell into Arya's hands, he suddenly rushed out from the side and kicked Arya in the stomach.

The latter rolled several times in the air, but fortunately it didn't fall down; however, the Quaffle slipped from my grasp again.

"Uh-huh!!!"

A chorus of boos erupted from the surrounding crowd, mostly expressing dissatisfaction with Slytherin's repeated petty actions.

Although it wasn't exactly a foul, it was certainly not a very honorable thing to do.

In the audience, Professor McGonagall clenched her fists, watching the situation intently, her tense expression evident.

Marcus, however, didn't care at all; in fact, he seemed rather pleased.

In his eyes, what does it matter if the means are dirty, as long as the goal can be achieved?

The good news is that there was one person among those present who strongly agreed with his point of view.

The bad news is that this person is on the other side, and her name is Hermione.

"Alright, alright, so it's Road Rash, right?" Hermione wasn't angry at all when she saw the two of them resorting to dirty tricks. Instead, she smiled and said, "You all saw it, the other side made the first move."

As he spoke, he sped up to a Slytherin member and leaped off his broom.

"Rider Kick!"

The Slytherin members were caught off guard by Hermione's move and watched helplessly as she executed a knight kick in mid-air, the sole of her shoe rapidly enlarging.

A flying kick landed squarely on the bridge of his nose.

I'll kick your head off.

This kick was much more brutal than Marcus's, sending the opponent, broom and all, flying into the stands, where he immediately lost consciousness.

Hermione tucked her feet in and landed precisely on the broom below.

The scene was very quiet for a moment.

The next second, Gryffindor burst into laughter.

Slytherin roared in protest.

However, the Gryffindors, who had been holding their breath for so long, were not going to tolerate it and immediately retorted.

You're allowed to bump and kick, but we Hermione Riders aren't allowed to kick?

Look, even your kicks are more elegant, more powerful, and more effective than yours.

"Hmm... Slytherin just made a sneaky move, using a back kick and a powerful strike, and the Gryffindor witch retaliated with a beautiful flying kick..."

The commentators were momentarily speechless, feeling that their commentary sounded more like a martial arts movie than Quidditch.

"Get one."

Hermione glanced at the Slytherin members who were unable to get up again, then without hesitation, grabbed the broom and headed for the next one.

The goal is clear.

Chapter 43 Cyberpunk 2077

While Slytherin's Blaise was focused on Angelina, Hermione quietly approached from behind.

Just as he was about to repeat the previous scene, he suddenly noticed that there was another person next to him.

Hermione flashed a crooked, dragon-king-like smile.

Blake sensed something was wrong and was about to accelerate to create distance when he heard a loud shout beside him.

"Man!"

Hermione suddenly lashed out with her elbow, and Blake felt a sharp pain in his left rib, as if several bones had broken. He was also sent spinning several times by the sudden elbow before crashing headfirst into the sand.

"Pretty!"

The Weasley twins, always eager for drama, gave Hermione a thumbs-up.

"you!"

Slytherin captain Marcus saw this from afar and forgot to throw the Quaffle, standing there stunned. Arya accidentally stole the ball and shot it.

"Gryffindor gets a perfect score!"

Li Qiaodan gave a loud and energetic commentary.

Marcus looked somewhat dazed. Was this really the Gryffindor he knew?

Why does this new student named Hermione seem to have methods even more Slytherin-like than those of Slytherins?

Could they have assigned me to the wrong college?

With two members gone in the blink of an eye, Slytherin faced increased pressure and shifted from offense to defense.

Marcus's eyes widened as he watched Hermione head straight for the next person.

Come again? !

He quickly shouted, "Watch out!"