Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"me……"

Harry stammered.

Should we tell Snape that he wanted to experience what it's like to be a girl?

Or did he simply find it fun?

Whichever the reason, it's probably incredibly stupid.

Snape fell silent again.

His expression was complex, showing shock, confusion, and anger... but more than anything, it conveyed an indescribable sense of loss.

He stared intently at Harry, as if trying to discern something in those eyes that resembled Lily's.

His gaze made Harry feel uneasy, even a little creeped out.

Snape's eyes were no longer as cold and sharp as usual; instead, they carried an indescribable feeling.

"Change it back."

Suddenly, Snape spoke, his voice slow and each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

His gaze, so different from his usual one, left Harry bewildered.

Could it be... that Hermione's method really works?!

Harry didn't dare say anything more, lowered his head, silently turned around, and walked quickly towards the dormitory.

But why did he think he saw Snape's eyes were slightly red just now?

Snape stood still.

He dared not look at Harry again, afraid that he would shed tears in front of him.

After a long while, Snape finally calmed down.

He thought about it and suddenly realized that Dumbledore's words weren't entirely without merit.

It's just a display of dark magic.

Perhaps... Harry deserves a friend like Hermione, who knows?

……

Marvel.

"Another batch of magical materials needs to be identified?"

Hermione pouted.

Completely unaware that three people's shadows had appeared on her in such a short time, Hermione was listening to the voice on the other end of the phone.

We're all adults now, we need to learn to say no to temptation... enough is enough.

"Just tell me, what's the matter this time?"

She gets right to the point.

If someone offers you a bribe right away, there must be some troublesome matter they need to deal with.

"Cough cough..."

Fury seemed taken aback, and said helplessly:

“Miss Wizard, it’s like this, something strange has happened in a small town in New Mexico, and you might need to go and take a look.”

"A mysterious event?"

Hermione became interested.

Wait, New Mexico… she immediately thought of a possibility.

Could the hammer have fallen down?

Judging by the time, it seems to be about time. That big oaf should have already been hit hard by his father and is about to be hit hard by his younger brother.

A grand family drama is about to unfold.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to take advantage of someone else's success?

“I understand.” Hermione’s lips curled up slightly. “Send me the address.”

On the other end of the phone, Fury visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Great, Miss Wizard, Coulson has already led the team to arrive first, and I will have him fully cooperate with you.”

"Yes, remember to send the report...the forensic materials to Stark Tower."

Hard-boiled egg: (??●)

"……it is good."

……

New Mexico.

Coulson said into his phone, "Yes, Chief Fury, I understand."

"I'll arrange a plane right away to pick up Miss Wizard."

"rustle--"

There was a noise behind me.

Hermione stepped out of the portal.

Coulson turned around and looked at Hermione, who had suddenly appeared. He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Looks like we don't need to go through all that trouble."

The witch's magic is beyond what can be described simply as "powerful".

That's simply divine skill.

"Miss Wizard, you've arrived."

Coulson composed himself, striving to maintain the professionalism of a secret agent, and quickly took out information on unusual events from his briefcase, handing it to Hermione.

"This is all the information we have regarding the unusual event so far."

Hermione took the documents and quickly browsed through them.

When she saw the familiar hammer in the photo, she chuckled to herself.

It really was you, Meow Meow Hammer!

“Mjolnir”.

she said softly.

Coulson and Fury were both stunned.

"Mjolnir? That name sounds familiar..."

Coulson scratched at his non-existent hair.

Hermione looked surprised: "You haven't heard of Norse mythology?"

“I’ve heard a little about it,” Fury replied.

"Those stories should mention Thor and his hammer."

Fury's one eye widened, as if he had realized something: "You mean..."

Hermione nodded, pointing to the hammer in the photo:

"This is Mjolnir, the legendary..."

"Thor's hammer!"

Chapter 89 The Clash Between Magic and Divine Power

Fury and Coulson's expressions froze instantly.

"Thor...the one from Norse mythology?" Coulson's voice trembled slightly; he felt his worldview crumbling.

Hermione looked at their naive and unsophisticated expressions and curled her lip in disdain:

"The so-called gods are nothing more than more powerful aliens. Their technology and power far surpass yours, which is why they are regarded as gods."

The two regained some of their senses.

"More than anything else, I'm curious why Thor's weapons are on Earth." Hermione closed the file, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

After listening to Egg's instructions on the other end of the phone, Coulson hung up and turned to Hermione, his tone respectful:

“Miss Wizard, from now on you have the highest command authority of the temporary base, and I will fully cooperate with your operations. Also, we recently captured someone who may be related to Thor's hammer, but he refuses to say anything. We hope you can help take a look.”

Hermione smiled knowingly: "Oh? Is that so? Then take me to meet him."

We got into the car and hadn't gone far when a huge, deep pit suddenly appeared before us.

Hermione got out of the car and immediately spotted Sitwell's signature bald head and glasses, as well as his fawning smile.

"Xiao Yi, long time no see," Hermione greeted casually.