Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

“Oh, right,” Harry said, as if remembering something, “it’s not that I didn’t want to reply to your letters, it’s just that I didn’t receive them; Dobby intercepted them all.”

"It's okay, I haven't written it either."

"……what?"

Harry's expression froze; he had assumed that Hermione, like Ron, had written him many letters during the holidays.

The little boat of friendship is rocking.

Hermione shrugged. She had spent most of her vacation in the Marvel universe, either studying alchemy or having tea with the Ancient One. She had no time to deal with this little brat's nonsense.

Ron, seeing that he wasn't the only one being snubbed, felt much better and complained to Harry:

"It's not just you, she didn't even open the letters I sent her, she just threw them all aside! That's outrageous!"

The two looked at each other and understood each other.

Although I was a little unhappy that she ignored their concerns, well...

This is the Hermione they know.

The group sat down, and as Hermione looked around, Ron suddenly felt a little embarrassed and secretly glanced at her.

"Our family isn't very wealthy; we can't compare to your parents' villa..."

Hermione patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you talking about? Such an amazing magical building! If I knew how, I would definitely build one myself. It's much more valuable than those ordinary Muggle buildings."

Seeing that Hermione didn't mind, Ron breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better.

The Weasley twins watched him from the side, secretly trying not to laugh.

Harry was surprised, never expecting Hermione to be so understanding.

Hermione, it's so good to see you!

Suddenly, a voice came from around the corner.

Molly Weasley, dressed as a housewife with a kind face, appeared, walked quickly towards Hermione, and gave her a hug.

He's somewhat outgoing and friendly.

“I heard from Ron and Harry that if you hadn’t protected them, they might have been killed by that Quirrell guy!”

He glared at Ron and said, "I hope you'll think more about your own capabilities before you act impulsively next time!"

Ron looked aggrieved: "It was clearly Harry who..."

"Still making excuses!" Molly snapped. "Harry has such courage at such a young age, facing bad guys without regard for his own safety. You should learn from him!"

Hermione: "..."

It has an inner taste!

I never expected to witness such a classic scene again in another world.

It was worth the trip!

Ron's gaze darted back and forth between Harry and Molly, and he felt as if Harry was a freebie with the purchase of a wand, while Harry was the real son.

After reprimanding Ron, Molly looked at Hermione again, took her hands and sat her down, looking her up and down with loving eyes.

Hermione felt uneasy under her gaze, subtly withdrew her hands, and forced a smile.

Just as she was feeling restless, she heard a "thump thump thump" sound approaching from above, and a little girl in pajamas ran down from upstairs.

Upon seeing the people present, the little girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as if she had seen something unbelievable.

After staring for a while, he suddenly turned around and ran upstairs.

Chapter 60 Tracking Principles

Harry was completely bewildered.

Did I do something to upset her?

Ron whispered:

"My sister Ginny has been talking about you all summer, it's so annoying."

Harry lowered his head. He now knew how famous he was among wizards, and this wasn't the first time he'd seen something like this; he was pretty used to it.

This is like a fangirl meeting her idol.

Just as the food was served, the door was pushed open again.

A kind-looking, middle-aged man with red hair walked in.

The red-haired man nodded to Harry, clearly having met him beforehand, and then laughed when he saw Hermione.

"This must be Miss Granger. Thank you for protecting Harry and Ron. Also, to defeat an adult wizard in your first year, especially a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, is an unprecedented achievement. It's all the rage within the Ministry of Magic!"

"It's just killing an idiot Quirrell, is it really that big of a deal?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised.

She thought killing Quirrell was a perfectly normal thing to do, but she forgot that her age was the key factor, and how shocking it was in the eyes of others.

"Well... it was alright. Actually, Quirrell wasn't in good shape either..." Hermione explained.

Molly said, "I heard that you also defeated Slytherin as a Gryffindor Quidditch batter and won the Quidditch Cup?"

"Um... the Golden Snitch was actually caught by Harry, and he got all the points. It has nothing to do with me..."

“Hermione, you’re too modest. Harry said you deserve the most credit.” Molly’s gaze toward Hermione grew even kinder.

"And there's the final exam. I heard you were the only one who got a perfect score."

This is true.

For Hermione, the first-year wizarding exams were like elementary school math for a high school senior—a complete and utterly overwhelming challenge.

"But Mrs. Weasley, how do you know more about what I've done than I do myself?!" Hermione thought to herself.

This is only possible in this world. If you were to run into Marvel, what would happen? You'd expose everything about me!

Where the hell did they get this intelligence from?!

You're even more awesome than S.H.I.E.L.D.!

“Look at Hermione!” Molly suddenly looked at Ron. “She’s only been in school for a year and she’s already accomplished so much. And you? You didn’t even get a single O on your exams!”

Ron, who was busy stuffing chicken legs into his mouth, was innocently mentioned and looked utterly dejected.

Actually, I didn't... Harry instinctively wanted to shield his best friend from the attack, but after opening his mouth, he swallowed it back.

Hermione pretended not to see and kept eating.

For a moment, the table was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

……

After the meal, Mr. Arthur took out his briefcase and pulled out a box from it.

Hermione opened the box and found a bunch of items inside, which she examined.

"This is... an alchemical material?"

Arthur nodded and said, "Hermione, you gave Ron a flying broom. I heard that your alchemy skills are also very high, so I used some connections at the Ministry of Magic to keep some of the alchemical materials that were confiscated. I'll give them to you."

No, your whole family is being so good to me, I'm starting to panic...

Could it be…? A terrifying possibility suddenly occurred to her.

Help!

Hermione felt an urge to turn around and run away.

The Wizarding universe is so cheesy, I want to go back to Marvel!

After a moment's thought, Hermione accepted the box and then took something out and placed it on the table.

Upon seeing the dark, shiny object before him, Arthur's eyes widened instantly; he had clearly recognized it.

"This, this is..."

Yes, there was a pistol on the table.

Hermione knew that Arthur worked in the Department for the Prevention of the Misuse of Muggle Items at the Ministry of Magic, and that he liked to use his position to keep a lot of Muggle items as a collection.

It can be said that he has a particular fondness for Muggle products.

"How could you have such a thing!"

Arthur looked on in disbelief.

This is no longer an ordinary Muggle item; it is something extremely dangerous.

"I got it by chance," Hermione said without further explanation, "and this pistol is yours."

Excitement flashed in Arthur's eyes. He had wanted to collect this thing for a long time, but he had never had a way to get it. He never expected Hermione to give him such a surprise.

"What is this?"

Seeing Arthur's reaction, the Weasleys all gathered around.

Harry recognized her and looked at Hermione with a start.