Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Ron Weasley, please go to Professor Snape's office in a bit."

Pitying glances were cast around him.

Hermione and Ginny saw what happened above the train; most of the other passengers saw it too.

It's estimated that the two of them are going to get a severe beating from Professor Snape.

The thought of having to give Gryffindor a huge score on the first day of school made Harry and Ron look utterly devastated.

After a pause, Dumbledore continued:

"Miss Granger, please come to the principal's office in a moment."

“Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore.” Hermione stood up and nodded in greeting.

She wasn't surprised. Although Harry and his friends were the ones who caused the trouble, she was the one who publicly rescued them. Besides, Apparition requires a special certificate, so strictly speaking, she was driving without a license. While it wasn't a major problem, she still needed to explain the situation.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, a commotion erupted among the new students, with much discussion taking place.

"Granger? Is that Granger?"

"It seems so. She has brown curly hair and sits at the Gryffindor table. She's the senior with a very aloof demeanor."

Wow, it really is her!

"I actually saw her in person! She's even more beautiful than the rumors!"

The new students were either surprised, admiring, or excited.

Even Luna, whose gaze was unfocused, couldn't help but look at Hermione after sensing the movement around her. She stared for a while, then turned away again, seemingly lost in thought.

……

in the corridor.

Hermione chuckled softly as she watched Harry and Ron, who seemed ready to die and kept turning back to look at her every few steps.

Ignoring the two of them, she went straight to the other end of the corridor, went up the spiral staircase, and entered the principal's office.

Chapter 66 The New Defense Against the Dark Arts Teaching Assistant: Hermione Granger

Principal's room.

Hermione felt annoyed as she looked at the murals surrounding her.

But since the paintings depicted all the past headmasters of Hogwarts, she felt embarrassed to say anything and could only silently endure the pointing fingers.

“Wait a moment,” Dumbledore said without looking up, “I need to sign a few documents first.”

Hermione nodded and wandered around on her own.

Suddenly, a fiery red shadow came into her view.

Beside Dumbledore, a large, blood-red bird stood on the hanging frame, plucking its bald feathers.

Hermione gently picked up a feather.

Fantastic Creatures

Phoenix (the immortal bird)

[After death, one is reborn from the ashes; tears can detoxify and heal wounds.]

"I guess you know what it is."

Dumbledore looked up, folded the documents in his hand, and said calmly.

Hermione nodded in agreement: "Indeed, but I didn't expect you to have one here."

"The phoenix is ​​the guardian spirit of the Dumbledore family. Fawkes has been with me for over a hundred years and was almost ready to be reborn, which is why it has become what it is now."

Seemingly noticing the doubt in Hermione's eyes, Dumbledore offered some explanation for Fawkes.

Hermione was aware of this, but she listened patiently to Dumbledore's explanation.

Only after he finished speaking did Dumbledore hand the document in his hand to Hermione.

Upon opening it, a GIF with an exaggerated expression appears, along with a lot of text.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

"This is Lockhart's resume. He will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for this academic year."

This school year… Noticing Dumbledore’s choice of words, Hermione couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

"I heard you met Lockhart in Diagon Alley. What's your opinion of him?" Dumbledore asked.

“Hmm…” Hermione carefully chose her words, “Well, he’s… a very good storyteller.”

Dumbledore smiled:

"A very accurate assessment. To be frank, I don't think this person has any real skills. His reputation comes from stealing other people's experiences. He's not qualified to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I still invited him to teach at Hogwarts."

“At first he was a little worried about being exposed, but after I told him that I could teach you and Harry Potter, he immediately took the bait.”

Sure enough, you knew about the annual curse of this course, and you deliberately had Lockhart take the fall, while also carrying out a wave of justice.

You heartless old Deng... no, old Deng.

"So, you called me here just to say these things?"

Hermione was somewhat puzzled.

At first, she thought it was just a routine inquiry about the train incident, but Dumbledore didn't ask any questions and immediately started telling her how he "framed" Lockhart.

Dumbledore said, "Of course not. The main reason I need your help is Lockhart."

“Take a look at what you have in your hand. There’s a document under Lockhart’s resume that you need to sign.”

Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling.

Below the resume, an offer letter appeared before my eyes.

Hermione read softly:

"We cordially invite Miss Hermione Jane Granger to serve as a teaching assistant for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts, assisting Professor Lockhart in teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

Before she could finish reading, she suddenly raised her head, threw the employment letter back onto the table, and retreated several steps.

What do you want to do!

I'm taking a tonic!

Voldemort's curse is so huge, go see it yourself if you want!

Seeing Hermione's reaction, Dumbledore knew what she was thinking, and his expression was somewhat surprised:

"It seems you know something."

“I don’t know, but I could see black mist hovering over Quirrell’s head before, and when I saw Lockhart at Flourish and Blotts this morning, I noticed the same black mist on his head.”

“I was wondering about it before,” Hermione said nonchalantly, “until I heard him say he was going to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, then I finally understood what was going on.”

"I'm afraid the Defense Against the Dark Arts course is cursed."

A look of amazement flashed across Dumbledore's eyes.

"Your magical talent truly amazes me. In over a hundred years, I have never seen anyone with your abilities."

Hermione didn't speak, but just glanced at him sideways.

Dumbledore nodded helplessly: "You're right, it was Voldemort who cast this curse."

"Years ago, he wanted to return to Hogwarts to teach this course, but I refused. So I put a curse on it, that no one could teach this course for more than a year. The curse is very powerful, and I have no way of breaking it."

Hermione glared at him, somewhat annoyed: "Then why did you make me..."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore smiled. "If I'm sending you, I must be confident. Voldemort's curse only applies to the formal professors of Hogwarts; assistant professors are not included."

After staring at him for a while, Hermione slowly stepped forward, picked up the employment document and glanced at it. Seeing that there was indeed no word like "professor," she felt slightly relieved.

"And I remember you promised me a condition when you took the magic stone, and this is that condition."

A glint of light flashed beneath Dumbledore's crescent-shaped spectacles.

Old Deng, so you were waiting for me here all along?

“I understand that Lockhart is unable to complete the teaching task and you need to find someone to take the fall.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "But how do you think I'm capable of doing this kind of work?"

Dumbledore explained:

“I was hesitant at first. Although your talent is unparalleled and you even defeated Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort, you are still young. I don’t know exactly how far you have progressed back then.”

"However, after hearing today that you Apparate twice with perfect accuracy and were able to bring Harry and Ron along, I am certain that you have a level of magic far beyond that of an average adult wizard, enough to teach any student at Hogwarts."

"As for the matter of the unidentified apparition, don't worry, I'll handle it for you."

Hermione was speechless. By now, she could clearly see that Dumbledore had been planning this since that night.

At the time, it wasn't said because the skill level was uncertain, but after the train incident, she was able to apparite with people continuously, so Old Deng must have made up his mind on the spot.

With a soft sigh, Hermione nodded, acknowledging her agreement.

There was no way around it; you can't be indebted to someone who pays the bills, and you can't be obligated to accept their gifts. After all, she had taken their treasure.