Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Miss Wizard, you're too kind. How have you been eating lately? Have you been resting well? Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

Sitwell bowed and scraped, rubbing his hands eagerly. "With you here, the town is at peace, and we have someone to rely on!"

Hermione: "..."

Get on the road!

Whether you are loyal or treacherous, I will be able to distinguish. Even if Hydra is destroyed in the future, you will be safe and sound.

I said!

Hermione then looked at the large pit.

The area was surrounded by a temporary S.H.I.E.L.D. base, with numerous armed guards stationed there. The entire crater was under S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance.

At the bottom of the pit, a simple-looking short-handled hammer lay quietly.

The bald boy led Hermione into the meteorite crater.

“We have tried all sorts of methods, but none of them can move it even an inch.”

Coulson's tone was tinged with helplessness, but even more so with awe for the unknown.

Hermione's gaze fell on the hammer.

The hammerhead is square, engraved with mysterious runes, while the handle is made of some unknown material and wrapped in leather. The entire hammer exudes a heavy and sacred aura.

She reached out and grasped the hammer handle.

With a slight force... it didn't budge.

Expected.

Hermione knew that it was Odin's divine power at work, and that only those approved by Mjolnir could lift it.

Suddenly, the magic book in her mind vibrated slightly, its pages turning and stopping on a new label:

Runes

[Runes: Aesir magic, which can imbue objects with various effects and divine power through language. The effects vary depending on the user's strength.]

An explanation appeared on the magic book.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat; it seemed the spellbook had recognized Odin's magic.

I bumped into something strange.

Hermione seemed to be deep in thought.

Perhaps Odin's magic could be used to break his spell?

She gripped the hammer handle again, channeling the magic within her body. The magic surged and gathered in her palm.

She tried to chant softly in the language of runes: "Release the restriction."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

The previously dim runes on the hammer suddenly lit up, a terrifying aura surged, and a terrifying power burst forth from the hammer.

This force clashed fiercely with Hermione's magic.

"Rumble--"

The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, a strong wind blew, sand and stones flew, and thunder rumbled, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Hermione's expression changed; she felt a powerful will pressing down on her through Mjolnir.

This will is ancient, majestic, and irresistible.

She immediately let go.

Almost simultaneously, the dark clouds dispersed, the gale subsided, the thunder ceased, and the sky returned to clear skies.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents around them were dumbfounded, completely unaware of what had happened, only instinctively feeling fear, and many of them began to tremble.

Sure enough, Odin, you old bastard, had a backup plan. Even in Odin's Slumber, you were constantly monitoring everything... Hermione looked annoyed.

Coulson stared at Mjolnir; just now, he had clearly seen the runes on the hammer light up, something that had never happened before.

“Miss Wizard, this…” He looked at Hermione, his tone tinged with surprise and doubt.

“This hammer is enchanted,” Hermione explained. “I tried to dispel the spell, which triggered its counterattack, causing the strange phenomenon just now.”

Coulson and Sitwell exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

They had already experienced the power of Thor's hammer, but the witch was actually able to fight against it!

This shows what?

Is her power on par with that of a god?

"Miss Wizard, could you... lift it?"

Coulson asked cautiously, feeling his voice tremble slightly.

Hermione shook her head: "Odin's magic is stronger than mine, and I can't break it yet."

Sitwell and Coulson were shocked once again.

Is Odin the legendary god-king Odin?

What kind of being was that? They simply couldn't imagine it.

At the same time, they were even more grateful that the department had brought in Hermione; otherwise, they would probably still be like headless flies in the face of this mysterious hammer.

Sitwell looked at Hermione with a look of awe.

He recalled Alexander Pierce's previous plan to capture the witch, which ended in her beating him up so badly that he lost an ear. It was said that the wound could not be healed no matter what he tried, and he finally stopped the bleeding by self-harm.

In retrospect, that was such a foolish thing to do!

Can Hydra, which seems to enjoy courting death so much, still be allowed to stay? Sitwell began to waver.

As a high-ranking member of Hydra, he was aware of many of the organization's suicidal actions. In his view, the version had changed, but those people had not yet adapted.

Everyone's started playing with superpowers and magic, but Pierce's still obsessed with guns and cannons.

Take that lousy "Project Insight" for example, they actually wanted to target the Hulk?

Are you sure that the result of firing one shot won't be the space carrier being torn to shreds by the enraged Hulk?

Not to mention the witch.

He wasn't exactly a loyal person to begin with; he joined the group by mistake. Fortunately, he was very capable and quickly rose to a high position.

Now that he has betrayed Hydra, Sitwell feels no psychological pressure whatsoever.

Perhaps it's time to think about the future; clinging to the witch's coattails seems like a good option.

Chapter 90 First Encounter with Thor

"Take me to see the guy you caught."

Hermione crossed her arms and spoke casually.

"Ok."

Coulson turned around and gestured for people to proceed.

Sitwell quickly stepped forward and eagerly led the way.

The three entered the base, walked through several corridors, and arrived at the door of a heavily guarded interrogation room.

Through the one-way glass, Hermione saw a burly man sitting inside, with blond hair, bulging muscles, and a rugged appearance.

Like the Jinjiang River.

However, his hands were now cuffed behind his back, his head was hanging down, and he exuded a sense of dejection.

"Squeak-"

The heavy metal door was pushed open, and the man in the room looked up blankly.

He had assumed it would be another interrogation by those black-clad agents, but to his surprise, a young girl in a black robe stood at the door. A flicker of surprise crossed the man's eyes.

Hermione suddenly sensed something, paused slightly, glanced discreetly at the empty space beside her, and then continued walking forward.

When Hermione came to stand in front of the man, she wanted to look down at him, but she couldn't. This body was still young, and the man was taller than her even when he was sitting.

Their eyes met in the air.

"Sol Odinson".

Hermione suddenly spoke.

Thor's pupils suddenly contracted.

"How do you know my name?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

Hermione didn't answer, she just waved her wand lightly.

"Click."

The handcuffs opened with a click.

Thor flexed his wrists, looking at Hermione with surprise.