Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud in her heart.

Three hours later.

"It has to be you, America."

Standing in the area called Hell's Kitchen, Hermione looked at her experience points, which were only two points away from being maxed out, and sighed sincerely.

After leaving the barbecue restaurant, Hermione asked passersby for directions to the most chaotic and crime-ridden neighborhood in New York, then hailed a taxi and headed straight there.

She still remembers the driver's incredulous face in the rearview mirror when she told him her destination.

It was as if they were saying, "What are you doing there, you little kid?"

As expected, in just three hours, she witnessed a variety of bizarre events, including but not limited to: drug trafficking, highway robbery, free shopping, and free shooting.

But the passersby seemed completely unfazed.

As expected of the beautiful country.

Hermione, with the Disillusionment Charm active throughout, transforms into the Queen of Assassination, specifically targeting the most vicious criminals to practice her spells on, turning them into soul energy through the Dark Harvest.

During this process, she also stumbled upon a murder scene and unexpectedly discovered that she didn't have to do it herself; as long as someone nearby died, she could complete the harvest.

"What to do now?"

After working for so long, Hermione was also a little tired. Although she was a wizard, her body was not much stronger than that of an ordinary person, not to mention that she was still a growing little girl, and sleep was still very necessary.

All the people who needed to be cleared out in the vicinity have been cleared out, and there are still at least eight hours before the cooldown period for the next time travel begins.

"If only I could fly or Apparate," Hermione thought to herself.

Three hours, all on foot, is a double test of physical strength and willpower.

Fortunately, flight lessons start next week, so there's no need to rush.

Hermione looked around, observing her surroundings.

Although she was in Hell's Kitchen, Hermione didn't know if Kingpin existed in this world, and even if he did, she didn't intend to come into contact with him.

It doesn't fit the persona she's created for herself.

Moreover, what kind of person is a gangster like Karami? Does he deserve to have a wizard visit him?

She deduced that this was the MCU cinematic universe just by looking at Tony Stark's face, and that the term Iron Man hadn't appeared yet, so the time period must be before Tony was kidnapped.

Eh?

As she was thinking, Hermione suddenly realized something.

It's summer of 08, and Iron Man hasn't even been born yet, so doesn't that mean...?

A wealthy playboy has just been kidnapped?!

Chapter 8: How to ride a broom without hurting your balls

In other words, is it a good time to buy the dip when Tony Stark goes missing and Stark Industries' stock price plummets?

Hermione was excited for a second, but her face fell again.

Not to mention that she has no money and doesn't know how to buy it, even if she did have it, what would it have to do with her, an unregistered person without an identity?

Blanch!

angry.

After silently repeating "money is just an external thing" three times in her mind, Hermione found a small hotel and took a few pictures of the US dollars she had taken from the criminals, placing them on the table.

This was the first time the owner had ever served such a young child. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to give her a room for the sake of the money.

Hermione then quietly put down the wand from her sleeve.

She was prepared to kill him outright, but she didn't expect him to not have any wicked thoughts because he thought she was a child.

Tsk, boring.

……

The next morning, several men dressed in black suits with expressionless faces came to the hotel.

The leader showed his identification, and then one of the middle-aged bald men came to Hermione's room door, knocked lightly a few times, and then carefully took two steps back.

There was no response for a long time, and there was no movement inside the room.

The bald man frowned, took out the key given to him by the hotel owner, opened the door, and quickly slipped inside.

The room was empty.

After checking his surroundings and confirming that no one was hiding inside, the bald man reached out and touched the disheveled bedding.

It was still warm.

"They haven't gone far yet. You guys go and search the surrounding area!" the bald man decisively ordered, and the men in black behind him immediately sprang into action.

Ten minutes later, the group returned one after another, shaking their heads at the bald man.

Upon seeing this, the latter immediately took out his phone and dialed the number.

After the call connected, he said directly, "The person just disappeared, but didn't leave the room. We suspect the target may have some kind of teleportation ability."

After hearing something said, the bald man on the other end nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

He then hung up the phone and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, in a spacious office.

A bald Black man wearing an eye patch put down the phone, looked at the documents on the table, and seemed to be thinking about something.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

A smartly dressed young woman, who looked like a secretary, walked in and handed the bald black man a folder.

"Chief, last night a barbecue restaurant in a New York neighborhood received a report of a murder, but the details were a bit strange. Our surveillance personnel noticed this and felt it necessary to report it to you."

The bald black man took the documents, looked at them for a moment, and placed them on the table.

A photo of a girl lay quietly among the documents.

……

On the lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle.

Dozens of young wizards stood in two rows, facing each other, with a broom at their feet.

Today is Mrs. Hodge's flight lesson.

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at the eager Slytherin students in front of her.

I don't know who arranged the classes, but why do Gryffindor and Slytherin have to be in the same group?

The class hadn't even started yet, and the two sides were already on the verge of fighting.

The two sides glared at each other, neither willing to back down, creating a sense of "What are you looking at?" and "What's it to you?"

The professors were well aware that Gryffindor and Slytherin had never gotten along, so don't tell me this is called motivational teaching.

Well, I guess that's just a Hogwarts tradition.

When Hermione was reading Harry Potter, she had a feeling that the reason why the wizarding world was in such a mess was probably due to something called the "Sorting Hat".

She would rather award the title of the series' main villain to Voldemort.

Looking at all seven parts, besides helping wizards form cliques, what other use does this thing have?

When the wizard kids arrived at Hogwarts, the first thing they did was get hated.

Go to Gryffindor, go to Slytherin.

Those who know are aware of the division into colleges, but those who don't might think that Hung Hing's four branches are recruiting new members.

You can categorize people by personality, but at least teach them according to their individual personalities!

There's nothing there. Everyone takes the same classes. What's the point of just labeling someone and exacerbating the conflict?

They're afraid a fight won't break out.

In her opinion, although Voldemort wasn't a good person to begin with, Hogwarts itself deserves 30% of the blame for how things turned out.

Can someone who grows up in Slytherin's environment every day develop the same personality as someone from the other three houses?

Despite the complaints, Hermione didn't seem to have any objections.

After all, this way, she could gather together all the people she couldn't get along with, without having to find them one by one herself.

Anyway, it's not like she's the one who got screwed over.

Just as Hermione was lost in thought, Lady Hooch finally arrived late.

Good afternoon, students!

A powerful voice sounded.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Huo Qi!

The young wizards responded in unison.