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The two did not spend much time together, but the content of their conversation made Hermione increasingly alarmed.

"Professor Snape, the Minister of Magic, and even wizards from other European countries, they all..."

An unsettling alliance, aimed at making Tan Wenjie the new White Lord, is something Hermione believes that even Ron, with his sharp mind, can sense that something is amiss.

"Sir, I must take my leave now."

Lucius bowed slightly, and although the movement was small, even Hermione felt that he displayed a very natural humility.

There was only Tan Wenjie ahead of her. Hermione slowly backed away, intending to leave quietly.

However, Tan Wenjie suddenly turned around at this moment, his gaze precisely fixed on the location where Hermione was hiding.

"Thump thump thump." Hermione's heart was pounding.

As Tan Wenjie walked towards her, Hermione was so nervous that she dared not breathe. She subconsciously grabbed her wand at her waist and wondered if she could take him down immediately if she was exposed.

Aside from your weapon, it is the only spell Hermione currently possesses with faith.

thump.

Her feet stopped about twenty centimeters in front of Hermione.

She watched as Tan Wenjie raised his hand and reached out towards her. Just as Hermione instinctively closed her eyes, the hand reached past Hermione's head and grabbed at the cabinet behind her.

"Although I don't have a very good impression of Dumbledore, his use of dragon blood is still quite interesting... Hmm? So fast!"

Tan Wenjie grabbed the book and turned to leave.

"call!"

Hermione, who was almost completely slumped on the ground, realized that she was exhausted.

An owl flew by and dropped a newspaper. She ripped off her invisibility cloak and picked up the newspaper.

"The new White Devil, Tan Wenjie?"

"So fast!"

She opened her eyes wide.

"How can it be!"

In The Daily Prophet, Tan Wenjie was hailed as the White Lord of the new era, and he was recognized by most of the British wizarding community, including Dumbledore.

The front page of the newspaper featured black and white photographs, including images of Tam Man-kit receiving various awards.

Suddenly remembering something, Hermione put her cloak back on and quickened her pace to chase after Tan Wenjie in the direction he had left.

She saw Tan Wenjie put away all the books, then gather up batch after batch of magical materials, and finally take out two swords, which, judging from their design, appeared to be ancient Chinese swords.

One horizontal stroke, one vertical slash.

The space was instantly marked with a cross, slowly expanded, and finally cracked open into a mysterious space filled with pitch black.

Tan Wenjie strode inside, and his figure vanished instantly.

Hermione watched the space closing in, gritted her teeth, and followed. If Tan Wenjie could go in, she could too; courage was the last thing Gryffindor lacked.

The world turned completely dark.

Hermione felt her body being twisted into a ball and then suddenly pulled apart. Although everything was pitch black, her consciousness was spinning, her brain was in disarray, and the contents of her stomach were churning.

After spinning several times in both directions, Hermione struggled to open her eyes.

"Didi-di-!"

She found herself lying on the main road, with a car parked not far ahead.

Hermione jumped up in alarm; having grown up in a Muggle family, she knew all too well how terrible a car accident could be.

"Professor Tan...?"

Hermione was surprised to see a head sticking out of the car window; it was Tan Wenjie, whom she had always suspected was suspicious.

"I didn't expect you to be here too." Tan Wenjie waved. "Hurry up and get in the car."

"Oh."

Hermione instinctively got up, picked up the Invisibility Cloak, and jogged to open the car door and get into the passenger seat.

"Remember to fasten your seatbelt," Tan Wenjie said.

"Yes!"

The car started moving again.

Hermione looked out the window at the world; the skyscrapers were beyond her imagination, and the roads were bustling with traffic.

“America?” she guessed.

It seems that only the United States can be worthy of such a "magical" city.

“You could say that,” Tan Wenjie nodded, and came to a steady stop at the traffic light. “However, this country might have some surprises for you.”

“Mine…” Hermione was about to ask for details when… “Whoosh—”

A figure streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail of white air behind it.

The strong winds generated by the low-altitude flight rushed into the car through the windows, whipping Hermione's messy, frizzy hair, pulling at her cheeks, and even violently pressing her down into the seat.

A series of screams came from outside.

"Someone is flying over the Muggle world?"

Hermione was startled and looked at the figure floating in the air. The figure was wearing a blue tight-fitting top with a huge "S" logo on the chest and a red cape on the back.

The sun was behind him, its afterglow falling obliquely on his shoulders.

"Who is that?" Hermione asked.

She felt as if she sensed divinity in the other person.

Tan Wenjie said, "Superman."

"Superman?"

The traffic light gave the green light, and the car continued forward.

Tan Wenjie met Hermione's questioning gaze and said, "Actually, I prefer the way he wears his underwear on the outside."

Hermione was now completely confused. She felt that Professor Tan was acting strangely; he hadn't always been like this.

"boom!"

An explosion suddenly occurred ahead, and a mushroom cloud of flames slanted down to the east of the skyscraper.

Superman, who had been hovering in the air, quickly turned around and rushed to the place where the flames were soaring into the sky in the blink of an eye. He took a deep breath and suddenly blew out a stream of frost, quickly bringing the fire under control.

Screams and gasps filled the air, but Tan Wenjie seemed oblivious, continuing to drive forward quietly.

“He’s still very young, after all, he’s a prodigy.” He continued, spouting what sounded bizarre to Hermione.

Hermione asked, "Professor, where is this place?"

She had a very clear feeling that she was no longer in the same world, and she had never heard of anyone being able to fly in the sky without riding a broom.

"A terrifying world possessing all sorts of powers. If your world's danger level is 1, then this world's danger level should be... infinite, because anything is possible here, including the possibility of seeing gods..."

When God was mentioned, his gaze fell on Superman, who was putting out a fire in the distance.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and met Hermione's questioning gaze, saying, "You can call this the DC Universe. This place has nothing to do with the magical world you grew up in."

Even the mighty Dumbledore and Voldemort are probably only at the level of super soldiers here; ordinary wizards are no different from cannon fodder.

"Can I go home?" Hermione's eyes suddenly reddened; she was only 12 years old.

Tan Wenjie glanced at the "Harry Potter" secret world. He could go back, but he had never tried to bring anyone else back with him.

He had no intention of going back when he left, because he couldn't take his things out of those worlds. So he chose to "smuggle" a large amount of magical materials and travel directly from one world to another.

Unexpectedly, Hermione secretly followed them.

This is a good thing, as it made him realize more possibilities.

"Maybe?" Tan Wenjie said uncertainly, "If you are strong enough, you can definitely go back."

Seeing Hermione staring at him like a red-eyed rabbit, Tan Wenjie continued, "There's been some misunderstanding between us, Miss Granger. I'm going to Hogwarts for some reason to help Dumbledore defeat Voldemort, but you seem to think I'm going to do something bad."

Hermione was a little embarrassed; judging from the current situation, it seemed to be true.

If I hadn't secretly followed Tan Wenjie away and had instead stayed in my own world, I probably would never have seen him again, and all those collaborations with Lucius Malfoy would have been meaningless.

She even felt a sense of satisfaction; Malfoy had once again bet on the wrong horse.

"So, you're leaving after Voldemort dies?" Hermione thought quickly. "Those potion ingredients, spellbooks, they're all your spoils, right?"

Tan Wenjie wasn't surprised. Instead, he said, "It seems you've been following me for a long time. Are you using an invisibility cloak?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor." Hermione said somewhat embarrassedly.

The Invisibility Cloak was the last Deathly Hallow that Tan Wenjie was missing, and he never expected Hermione to deliver it to him. It seems that he is very lucky.

"Those are all in the past."

The magical environment in the DC universe is excellent, with many powerful forces and enough time for Tan Wenjie to remove the negative status effects on his body.

We can make a lot of potions during this time.

Simply accomplishing multiple things with one stone.

"Can I come with you, Professor?" Hermione asked pitifully.

She is just a 12-year-old little witch and is very insecure. Tan Wenjie is currently the only person she trusts.

“Of course,” Tan Wenjie nodded. “As the acting headmaster of Hogwarts, I must protect the safety of our only student in the world.” (End of Chapter)