Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

"Just kidding! I believe Sister Natasha." Hermione smiled like a devil, her eyes curved into crescents.

Natasha turned around and smiled, said nothing, walked out of the door silently, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Talking to this little guy is more tiring than fighting a terrorist.

……

Arriving outside the cafe, Natasha pressed her ear and whispered:

"Director, you heard everything. What should we do next?"

Chapter 16: The Gate to the Magical World

There was silence on the other end of the headset for a few seconds before he spoke, "Agent Romanov, you are at the scene and your judgment is more accurate than mine. In your opinion, how should we treat her? Does she pose a threat and require forcible arrest?"

Natasha didn't think much about it and said immediately, "Absolutely not. We must maintain a good relationship with her and win her over little by little."

The other party was not surprised at all and asked, "Reason?"

"First of all, she is the only wizard we can contact at present, and her only way for us to understand the mysterious wizarding world."

"Secondly, her mysterious magical abilities are worth our study. Perhaps they can be combined with our technology to produce unexpected effects."

"Third, although her personality is a bit strange and unlike other children, her overall behavior is still righteous. There is no need to force her to the opposite side. Besides, her background should be quite impressive. Doing so will not be worth the loss."

"Besides..." Natasha hesitated, "She's just a child."

"It seems you have a good impression of her."

Natasha nodded, without hiding anything: "That's right."

Although it was a bit tiring to get along with Hermione, she still liked this girl very much and didn't want to do anything excessive to her.

The other side of the voice sounded, this time with more affirmation: "Then do as you think. While maintaining a good relationship, take advantage of the fact that she is a child and try to influence her subtly and guide her ideas according to our ideas."

"Invite her to the headquarters later. I want to meet her in person and get some information about the wizarding world."

"Yes, sir."

Natasha was about to turn around when she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, Nick, there's one more thing." She paused, "The name 'Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency' is too difficult to pronounce. I think 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' that Hermione just mentioned is a good name. Why don't you consider it?"

The other party was silent for a long time this time, and then replied: "Okay, let's do it."

Natasha's lips curled up into a smile.

Unexpectedly, the first favor Hermione did for them was to come up with a very suitable name for them.

Back in the cafe, Natasha paused.

Where's Hermione?

He looked around hurriedly, only to find that the entire hall was empty.

She walked quickly to the table and saw the white paper lying quietly on the table, but there were some more words on it.

"Sister Natasha, I have classes at school tomorrow morning. I'm going back to rest first. See you another day~"

Holding the note, Natasha quickly pressed the button on the headset.

"Hermione left just now, why didn't you report it!"

Soon, several voices were heard in the headphones, and the summary was: I didn’t see it.

"Call up the surrounding cameras immediately!"

Natasha gave an order, and soon a man in a black suit and sunglasses brought a tablet to them.

The screen showed the scene inside and outside the cafe just now.

Just as Natasha was talking on the phone outside the door, Hermione stood up from the table, pushed open the door, and left in a swagger.

What was strange was that the agents who were deployed around the area all chose to ignore it.

What's even more terrifying is that before leaving, she said hello and goodbye to Natasha, who waved and watched her leave.

Inside the office, Nick Fury looked at this horrifying scene and felt a chill down his spine.

……

Hermione returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed.

I didn't expect that SHIELD would discover it so early.

Although she had been prepared for this, it was still too fast.

We still underestimate these people. To be able to appear as the strongest intelligence agency of mankind in the Marvel Universe full of monsters and demons, they must have something special.

But she is still more skilled.

The bait has been dropped, just waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

She was sure that when she was talking to Natasha, that old bastard Nick Fury was eavesdropping.

The information revealed in the few words left behind was enough for them to have all kinds of imaginations. The door to a mysterious magical world was slowly opening to them.

This kind of power is enough to attract people.

Especially when the key to the gate was still in her hands, as the only wizard they could contact (indeed, the only wizard in the world), her value was infinitely magnified.

Not to mention the character Hermione created for herself. She is a child with a deep background, not very scheming, but with a small sense of justice. She will not make them feel threatened and is a perfect partner...to be used.

Coincidentally, Hermione thought the same.

It’s just not certain who is taking advantage of whom.

Fortunately, her magic power has successfully advanced to the second level. Her absolute strength may not be comparable to that of the Hulk, but she has a variety of means. In the early days of Marvel, as long as she doesn't do anything stupid and lure out some hidden old monsters, being cautious is enough to deal with the current situation.

As for Dark Harvest, she had just come into contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. and was ready to take a break for a while.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will be able to reap a big harvest soon.

In the following days, Hermione concentrated on practicing spells at Hogwarts, working hard to improve her proficiency. She also practiced Quidditch with Wood and others every day, and her driving skills improved.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

In the auditorium, a group of young wizards were eating lunch at a long table.

"The rabbit's eyes are rolling, the harp is playing, turn this clear water into fine wine!"

Next to Hermione, a student in Gryffindor uniform was holding a wand, chanting a spell while swinging the wand at the cup in front of him.

It doesn't seem like casting a spell, but more like striking, as if this would provide a bonus to magic power.

Not brother, what are you doing?

Hermione frowned and moved her butt a little further away, fearing that the other party would poke her eyes with a wand.

At this time, Neville, who was not far away, stood up, walked to Hermione, hesitated for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to speak.

"Um...Hermione, thank you for what you did last time. If it weren't for the slowing spell you cast at the critical moment, I would definitely still be lying in the hospital now."

Hermione looked up at him, said "hmm" faintly, and then continued eating.

Neville didn't take it seriously. After so long, everyone knew that Hermione was just like that. She was usually cold and quiet, and was only slightly familiar with Harry and Ron.

In addition, the other party obviously did not like being disturbed. Even though she was very beautiful, some boys who wanted to approach her backed off after feeling her aura.

This time, after Neville thanked Harry for helping him stand up against Malfoy, he came to thank him in person at Harry's encouragement.

"Then I'll go back first. Hermione, if you have anything to ask, just tell me and I will do it!" Neville said in a firm tone.

Just as he turned to leave, Hermione suddenly called him: "Wait!"

Neville stopped.

"I remember now. There is something I need your cooperation on."

"what?"

Glancing at Seamus Finnigan next to her, Hermione said slowly, "If you don't mind, would you please change seats with me?"

Chapter 17: Harry Potter and the Dark World

"what?"

Neville didn't expect Hermione to make this request. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted and nodded repeatedly: "Ah, okay, okay."

Hermione stood up and walked straight to where Neville had sat.

Then two levitation spells were cast to exchange the positions of the plates.

Harry, Ron and the others didn't understand, but it wasn't the first time that Hermione behaved strangely, and they were used to it.

Don't ask, because asking means you have your own ideas.

"The rabbit's eyes are rolling, the harp is playing, turn this clear water into fine wine!"

Seamus Finnigan didn't notice the changes around him and was still concentrating on hammering.

On the other side, Harry observed for a while, looked at Ron beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"What on earth does Seamus want with that glass of water?"

The other party had been doing this for the whole afternoon. Harry couldn't figure out what was going on after watching for a long time and was completely confused.

Did I choose the wrong house? Why are all Gryffindors a bunch of weirdos... Harry muttered to himself.

Ron covered his mouth and sneered in a low voice: "He wanted to turn the glass of water into wine. Yesterday he turned it into tea, and then..."

boom--!

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

In an instant, the entire auditorium fell silent.

Everyone was shocked and looked towards the source of the sound.

Simo had a dazed expression, his entire face was burnt black, and thick smoke was coming out of the cup in front of him.

Everyone: "..."

The next second, the auditorium erupted in laughter.

Hermione couldn't help herself and lightly covered her mouth with a slight smile between her brows.

Although I knew in my previous life that Seamus was one of the weirdos in Gryffindor and that he could make any spell produce the effect of a blasting curse, I was still shocked when I saw it with my own eyes.

He is truly born with a holy body of explosion.

He definitely has the talent to use blasting spells beyond his own magic level.

Fortunately, Hermione had already sensed the danger and ran away in advance.

But Neville was in a miserable state. He was sitting closest to Seamus and was directly affected by the explosion. Half of his face turned black and even a piece of his hair was burnt.

Seeing Neville's resentful look, Hermione looked away and pretended nothing had happened.

Harry and a group of other young wizards nearby who had noticed the seat-changing incident couldn't hold back their laughter.

You are so nice, Hermione.

Amidst the laughter and joy, suddenly, the door opened automatically and many owls flew in from outside.

Countless owls found the right direction, flew over the heads of the little wizards, and threw the packages hooked in their claws at the target. The scene suddenly became chaotic, with some cheers.

It's time for the biweekly group express delivery collection.

Every time at this time, parents would send a lot of things to their children studying at Hogwarts.

They range from small daily necessities such as clothes to large items such as magic props.

Especially Hermione and Harry, they received the biggest packages among all the people, and they were obviously good stuff.

Everyone's attention was also attracted at the same time.

Everyone hurriedly helped to open the package, and everyone wanted to know what the two people had received.

Soon, two brand new brooms appeared in front of everyone.

"This, this is..." Harry stood there.

Hermione was also a little surprised. Isn't this the new flying broom that Professor McGonagall gave to Harry? How come she also got one?