Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Hermione looked at the corpse.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Lester's body was instantly blown to pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and remains scattered all over the ground.

Tom Cruise frowned slightly, looking at Hermione with some confusion:

"What are you doing?"

Hermione put away her wand, glanced at the wreckage on the ground, and said calmly:

"This person has no scars on his body; it's obvious he's been afflicted by the Avada Kedavra curse."

"Are you going to let our Deputy Director Gilderoy Lockhart take him back to claim credit?"

"Will the Ministry of Magic give him credit or treat him as a merit?"

Indeed, as soon as Hogwarts went on holiday, Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't wait to submit his resignation, stepping down as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and joining the Ministry of Magic.

Minister Connery Fudge personally met and interviewed the rising star wizard.

The two chatted happily.

Lockhart is famous and has many supporters. Fudge believes that his joining will bring many benefits to the Ministry of Magic.

The two hit it off immediately, each getting what they wanted, and Fudge made the decision on the spot to appoint Lockhart as the deputy director of the Auror office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

This position and these benefits set such a high bar that they left the seasoned veterans of the Ministry of Magic completely dumbfounded.

I've seen people ride rockets, but I've never seen a rocket that also sprays nitrogen!

Lockhart lived up to expectations.

In just over a month since taking office, he has been incredibly successful, finding and eliminating three dark wizards who had long been on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list, thus proving himself.

At this rate, Lockhart will probably be promoted again very soon.

Of course, Lockhart didn't forget his old profession—writing.

A book titled "My Auror Life" suddenly appeared and quickly became a hit throughout the wizarding world.

It tells the story of how he found and outwitted these dangerous dark wizards.

From ninety-nine-year-olds to toddlers, almost everyone had a copy, and they read it with great interest.

Lockhart achieved both fame and fortune, making a fortune.

The wizarding world has never seen such a big internet celebrity. In the past hundred years, apart from Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort, Lockhart is the most well-known at this time.

Even the famous savior Harry Potter pales in comparison to him.

Now, those guys in the Ministry of Magic who had previously harbored resentment towards Lockhart were completely speechless.

All the underhanded tactics have also disappeared.

With this kind of fan base, as long as the persona doesn't collapse, all competitors will likely be overwhelmed.

Hermione waved her hand, and the surrounding soil surged up, enveloping the mangled corpse.

"Bring the body to Lockhart."

She said to Tom Cruise.

"Hogwarts is about to start, so keep an eye on him. I'm going back to school tomorrow."

……

Platform 9¾.

Hermione boarded the Hogwarts Slow Train and skillfully found an empty carriage to sit down.

After a while, the carriage door was gently pushed open.

A man walked in, looking tired and dressed in slovenly clothes.

"Excuse me, is anyone here?"

The man asked politely, his voice gentle.

Hermione looked up, closed the book, and shook her head: "No."

The man entered the carriage and placed a somewhat worn suitcase on the luggage rack.

He sat opposite Hermione, his gaze fixed on her.

What year are you in? Which college are you in?

The man seemed to be trying to find something to talk about.

Hermione smiled slightly: "Third year, Gryffindor."

Before the man could ask any more questions, she continued:

"You're the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Ares... no, Professor Remus Lupin, right?"

The man paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"That's right, how did you know?"

Hermione pointed to the students coming and going outside the carriage.

"After Professor Lockhart resigned, Headmaster Dumbledore told me the name of the new professor, and..."

“And the whole bus was full of students, with me being the only adult, so it was easy to guess, right?” Lu Ping suddenly realized and continued for her.

“No, it’s because your name is written on your suitcase,” Hermione said.

Lupin: "..."

After an awkward silence, Lupin asked, "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lupin's eyes.

"So you are Miss Granger. Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned you in his letter, saying that you are my teaching assistant."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Teaching assistant? That's not right, I only agreed to one year!"

Lupin shrugged and smiled helplessly.

"I don't know about that, but that's exactly what Dumbledore said in the letter."

Hermione gritted her teeth and muttered to herself:

"That old man..."

The two chatted for a while.

Lupin yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, I need to get some sleep. I didn't get enough rest last night."

Hermione closed the book and nodded in understanding.

She knew, of course, that Lupin's so-called "staying up all night" was actually his werewolf transformation on the night of the full moon.

But she didn't expose him; she just silently watched as Lupin covered himself with his somewhat worn coat and curled up in his seat.

Soon, soft snoring began.

Hermione gazed at the scenery rushing past the window, her thoughts drifting.

Dumbledore made her a teaching assistant again?

This old man, does he really think she's a free tool?

Hermione inwardly scoffed, deciding that once she returned to Hogwarts, she would definitely have a "good talk" with Dumbledore.

"Clang-"

The carriage door was suddenly pulled open, interrupting Hermione's thoughts.

Harry and Ron peeked in.

"Hermione, you were here after all!"

Ron plopped down next to Hermione, excitedly shouting.

"I knew it! You must have arrived a long time ago!"

"Harry and I searched for you in every carriage!"

Harry sat down as well, smiling as he said:

"Ron bet you're reading somewhere. How was your summer vacation?"

Hermione smiled, but before she could answer, she noticed that Lupin seemed to have been woken up by their noise.

He slightly opened his eyes, his gaze lingered on Harry for a few seconds, then quickly closed them again.

His eyes held a complex emotion that was difficult to detect.

The train was moving smoothly, and the scenery outside the window was rushing past.

Hermione leaned against the window, reading a book while eating an apple.