Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Today isn't April Fool's Day.

If it weren't for the exceptional professionalism of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they probably would have turned around and left already.

"It landed with a thud!"

Without saying a word, Hermione immediately cast a full Gravity Curse.

In an instant, everyone in front of them was pressed to the ground by a tremendous force, unable to move.

Crossbones Rumlow's veins bulged as he tried to stand up, but it was as if a thousand-pound boulder was hanging on his body, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

As the pressure intensified, their bones began to creak and blood slowly trickled from their noses.

"Miss Wizard!"

Upon seeing this, Fury immediately shouted.

These are all elite agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. If they were to be killed by Hermione, it would be a huge loss for him.

"Humph!"

Hermione angrily broke the spell.

"If it weren't for the braised eggs, I wouldn't bother teaching you ignorant Muggles and wasting my free time."

Hermione stood with her hands on her hips, looking sullen.

Barton and the others struggled to their feet, still shaken, and looked at Hermione with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Just now, this little girl waved her hand lightly, and these elite agents were completely powerless to resist.

Magic... Magic...

“Miss Wizard, it is our honor to listen to your lecture. We were ignorant just now, please don’t take it to heart.”

Everyone's minds raced, but the bald man Sitwell was the first to react. He bent down, mimicking Fury's address, and looked at Hermione with a hint of flattery in his eyes.

Hermione looked at the bald Indian boy with gold-rimmed glasses, who had a refined and scholarly air and resembled Professor Yi from her previous life, nodded, and looked quite satisfied.

What's wrong with Hydra? Hydra speaks much better!

"Not bad, not bad, Agent Yi." She patted the bald boy on the shoulder.

“Um… my name is Jasper Sy…”

"Understood, Xiao Yi."

"..."

Seeing that everyone was intimidated by this move, Fury breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, to establish authority as quickly as possible, strength must speak for itself.

But... what was that just now? Was it another new spell?

Fury's expression was somewhat grave.

It seems that every time she sees Hermione, she can cast some spells she's never seen before.

Did you already know it, or did you learn it at school?

How much more does she actually know...? Even if she's a wizard, is this really something a student could master?

Hermione didn't bother with Fury; let him guess. He'd never figure it out in his next life.

"I'll give you two textbooks in a bit. Read them first, and ask me if you have any questions."

Hermione picked up the small backpack that was lying next to her and rummaged through it.

"Huh...where did I put it?"

When Hermione peeked into the bag, the group fell silent.

It's just a small backpack, you can see the end of it at a glance, how long do you expect to keep looking?

If you forgot to bring it, just say you forgot to bring it. Why pretend you're looking for it just because you're afraid of being embarrassed?

Sure enough, even with amazing magic, he's still a child at heart... Wait, holy crap?!

Hermione had somehow turned her backpack upside down and was shaking it vigorously.

As they stared in disbelief, the items in the backpack fell out one by one.

Books, brooms, bottles and jars, crucibles, flower pots, clothes, pillows, chessboards, snacks...

Within ten seconds, the pile on the ground had grown into a mountain, almost as tall as a person.

Not to mention them, even Fury, who thought he was used to Hermione's control, was stunned.

How did you manage to fit all these things into such a small backpack? Is your backpack some kind of four-dimensional pocket?

Also, don't put everything in your backpack!

What the heck are crucibles, flowerpots, and brooms?!

"Waaaaah..." Hermione's upper body was buried in the mountain of garbage, with only her two little legs sticking out and flailing wildly.

"puff!"

Just as Barton couldn't bear to watch any longer and wanted to help her, Hermione finally struggled out of the pile of items, panting heavily.

"Phew... I almost suffocated."

Then he held up several books with both hands and shook them happily.

"Found it!"

Chapter 51 Devouring Beast

Everyone was speechless when they saw Hermione, whose little face was covered in dust but who was still smiling happily.

This witch lady... is truly unique!

“This is…” Fury asked.

"The Unseen Stretch Charm is just a simple spatial expansion spell. Don't make such a fuss." Hermione waved her hand dismissively.

Everyone: "..."

Yes, we're making a fuss over nothing.

You practically emptied a mountain out of your backpack, and you say we're making a fuss over nothing...

Is this still the world we know?

Hermione raised her hand, and several books floated in the air before gently drifting into each of their hands.

Seeing this amazing scene, the group quickly opened their books, not daring to delay.

Hermione then took out an apple and started eating it.

The books she gave them were abridged versions of magical history and basic magical knowledge, which she printed out in many copies using a copying charm. There was no need for anything too complicated; they only needed to know what she wanted them to know.

Seeing that things were finally on track, Fury was relieved.

It's all worth it if we can cultivate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own secret countermeasures team.

After a while, the bald man, Sitwell, raised his head and whispered:

"Miss Wizard, I've finished reading it. I have some questions I'd like to ask you, and I hope you can answer them for me."

Hermione was somewhat surprised to see the others still struggling to memorize the information from the books.

She thought Hawkeye would be the first to be eliminated, but it turned out to be the bald guy.

It seems that the bald guy is quite capable to have risen to the level of an eighth-grade special agent despite his relatively low combat effectiveness.

Hermione pondered silently, recalling that his final fate was to be thrown out of the car by the Winter Soldier and hastily run over.

Should we protect him...?

It's a pity to waste such a talented person; it's definitely not because he was good at flattery.

"Wait a minute, let's all finish reading first."

After a while, the group finished reading one after another.

Hermione looked at the bald boy. "Agent Yi, go ahead and ask."

Sitwell nodded and said, "Miss Wizard, the book says that there are three types of mages: the first is a wizard, the second is an arcane mage, and the third is a dimensional mage. I want to know what the differences are between these three types?"

"Very good, this is a valuable question, Gryffin... Agent Yi, five points!"

Looking at everyone present, Hermione thought to herself that apart from Hawkeye Barton, who could be considered Gryffindor, the rest were probably all Slytherin.

Slytherin...Slytherin...

Hydra Institute!

Hi claw!

Upon receiving the praise, the bald-headed Sitwell straightened his back, a hint of pride on his face.

Goodness, you're so good at providing emotional value! Just because you're so responsive, you're sure to survive the Winter Soldier's attack!

Hermione coughed lightly and said seriously: