Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Hmm, should I say it's equivalent to a Muggle wand?" Hermione asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Arthur explained, "This is a Muggle weapon, and even among Muggles, not everyone is qualified to wield it."

"What kind of magic can a Muggle's wand do?" Ron asked, intrigued.

Hermione glanced at him and said calmly, "Avada Kedavra."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Hermione could clearly feel the breathing around her quicken, and Ron, Ginny, and the Weasley twins all took a step back.

Ron forced a smile: "Hermione...you're joking."

The three unforgivable curses are well-known, with the Avada Kedavra curse being the most notorious, considered one of the most evil spells in the world and an absolute taboo among wizards.

"It's not that exaggerated, Hermione is just teasing you."

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Arthur chuckled, "While it has some power, it's nothing compared to the Killing Curse. However, it is indeed a dangerous item, so don't touch it carelessly."

“It’s alright.” Hermione picked up the pistol. “I’ll just remove the spell from it.”

As she spoke, she quickly pulled the bolt, and bullets flew out one by one. Then she removed the magazine, made sure it was empty, and put it back in.

With a click, the gun barrel returned to its original position, and Hermione placed it back on the table.

"It's safe now."

Watching Hermione's incredibly practiced movements, Arthur and Harry wanted to say something, but they kept their mouths shut, not daring to ask any further questions for fear of revealing something.

Molly and Arthur exchanged a glance, as if asking:

Are you sure this is a dentist's daughter, and her family isn't some kind of mafia?

Hermione's parents seem like nice people, they don't look alike at all.

……

The next morning.

Seeing Ginny fast asleep beside her, Hermione quietly got up.

The Burrow wasn't actually that small, but the Weasleys were a large family, and with Hermione and Harry as guests, there weren't enough rooms.

Hermione was then assigned to a room with Ginny, while Harry shared a room with Ron.

Looking at the room's decor, which was just as nice as her own, Hermione sighed that the Weasleys really doted on their only daughter.

Once outside the house, Hermione began wildly swinging her wand.

Shattered!

Expelliarmus!

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious!

Once she arrived here, she could finally focus on leveling up her proficiency.

The tracking principle of the Threads is not based on whether magic is used, but on determining the location of underage wizards and detecting nearby magical activity.

If there is magical activity near the trail, and the wand owner is the only recorded resident wizard within the area, then sorry, it will be considered a violation.

This is also why Dobby the house-elf Apparated, and Harry ended up taking the blame.

Chapter 61 Flo Fans

In fact, Hermione felt that this method had many flaws.

However, this is probably the best solution the Ministry of Magic could come up with.

This is why Hermione could use magic with impunity after arriving at the Burrow, since there were so many registered wizards in the area that she couldn't be traced back to anyone else.

"A beautiful silent spell!"

Just as Hermione was working hard to improve her proficiency, Molly's voice came from behind her.

Looking at Hermione, Molly exclaimed in amazement:

"Little Hermione, you really are a genius that comes along only once in a century! You can actually cast so many spells as silent spells! Not only are you a genius, but you are also so diligent. No wonder you have such a high level of magic."

So many spells were all performed silently, which was difficult even for her, yet she never expected to see it on a child today.

"You flatter me."

She hasn't even started casting spells without a staff yet.

If silent spells are still a required course for wizards and can be understood, then casting spells without a wand is rather shocking.

Hermione had no intention of practicing wandless martial arts in public.

Firstly, she was afraid of frightening the Weasleys; secondly, this was her trump card, and she didn't want anyone to know.

"Hermione!"

Little Ginny had gotten up sometime earlier and was running towards her in her pajamas.

At first, they were a little unfamiliar with each other, but after a night of conversation, Ginny had become familiar with this beautiful older sister. After learning so much about Hermione's deeds, she looked at her with more admiration.

breakfast time.

Ron complained to Hermione:

"Can you keep an eye on your cat? It keeps circling around Banban, and Banban is so scared that it won't leave its cage."

Hermione glanced into the corner and saw Gus standing outside the cage, staring intently at a small mouse inside.

The mouse, its fur gone and missing a toe, was huddled in its cage, trembling with fear, its black beady eyes revealing a human-like terror.

Hermione curled her lip, somewhat speechless at Ron's hobby.

Who would be a kind person who keeps mice as pets?

Pet mice are one thing, but this thing is a real, large black rat.

But its acting was quite convincing...

Hermione knew perfectly well that the so-called "Scars" was none other than Peter Pettigrew, Harry's father's good friend, an Animagus mouse.

It was he who betrayed his friends and revealed the location of Harry's family, leading to his parents being killed by Voldemort.

While being chased by Sirius Black, he faked his death and never dared to show his face again. He lived in the form of a rat and became Ron's pet.

Normally, he wouldn't be afraid of cats, since he's not a real mouse, but to avoid being exposed and having people come knocking on his door again, he had to do this.

……and many more.

Hermione suddenly thought of something.

The cat seems genuinely afraid.

If Hermione hadn't strictly forbidden Gus from eating random things, Gus would probably have swallowed him whole, cage and all, to the ends of the earth long ago.

"Gus!"

Hermione called out.

"Meow?"

Gus turned back, glanced longingly at the cage, then hopped onto Hermione's shoulder and licked his paws.

Ron was relieved.

Time passed quickly, and a few days later, the start of the school year was fast approaching.

It's textbook purchasing day again.

Hermione looked at the fireplace in front of her and asked cautiously, "What I mean is... can't we use a different mode of transportation?"

“What are you talking about? Floo Powder is the fastest and easiest way to get to Diagon Alley,” Molly laughed. “As long as you pronounce the destination correctly, you can get there in no time.”

Hermione was speechless. Although she really wanted to try Floo Powder, the coal ash stove was too dirty, and she really didn't want to get covered in ash.

Ron took the lead, standing in the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder, and shouting:

Diagon Alley.

At the same time, sprinkle the powder down.

boom!

Enveloped in a ball of green flame, Ron vanished instantly.

"Alright, it's your turn, Harry. Remember to speak clearly."

It was Harry's first time too, and he was clearly a little nervous.

"Smells good on the feet!"

boom!

The flames died down, and the group looked at each other in bewilderment as they stared at the empty fireplace.

"Did he just say..."

"Yep."

Several people were silent.