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As for who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Hermione knew very well.
Their dear Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell.
Years ago, Quirrell traveled abroad. In an Albanian forest, encountered Voldemort's remnant soul. To pursue greater power, he actively pledged allegiance. Let Voldemort possess his body.
But creatures possessed by Voldemort slowly grew weak and aged until death. So Quirrell set his sights on the Stone that granted immortality.
This was also the main plot of Harry Potter's first year.
Hermione knew almost everything about this. But had no intention of warning Harry. Just quietly waited for developments. Waited for the right moment to act.
That evening, Hermione returned to the bathroom again.
With a thought, the surrounding space shifted. She was back in the Marvel world.
Nimbus 2000 in hand—she now possessed rapid travel capability. Mobility greatly enhanced.
The magic book's panel appeared in Hermione's mind.
[Hermione Jane Granger]
[Magic Level lv2 (1463/10000)]
Through spell practice and broomstick training this period, her magic experience had steadily grown. But still far from lv3.
Unlike lv1 to lv2, lv2 to lv3 required 10,000 experience.
A full tenfold increase.
This showed from the side how vast the gap between adult and underage wizards was.
Many wizards spent their entire lives trying to cross this threshold.
But Hermione wasn't worried at all. Exceptional talent plus the magic book's power gave her strong confidence.
Compared to magic power, another change surprised her more.
The magic book's "Artifacts" section now had a broom icon.
[Artifacts]
[Flying Broom: Nimbus 2000 (Analysis Complete), Collected]
With a thought, a broom appeared in Hermione's hand from thin air.
Her first collected artifact was actually a flying broom. And that this thing qualified as an artifact—she hadn't expected that.
Once recognized as an artifact, the magic book automatically analyzed its construction. Obtained its crafting method and required materials.
If the above elements were complete, the magic book could synthesize collected artifacts.
Meaning Hermione could now craft an identical flying broom with her own hands. Just needed the materials.
Craftsmanship completely unnecessary.
Good thing wands didn't count as artifacts. Otherwise at her wand-making efficiency, Mr. Ollivander would cry himself unconscious in the bathroom.
However, artifact analysis also took time. This flying broom wasn't anything rare—analyzed in just one afternoon.
More precious items took longer.
Another benefit: once collected as an artifact, the magic book could store it as an icon. Could be retrieved anytime by communicating with the book. An alternative storage method.
This feature was quite convenient for Hermione. Otherwise she'd have to carry the broom everywhere.
Returning the broom to the book, Hermione left the alley.
Bought an apple from a street vendor. Leaned against a wall, crunching away.
Today's streets are so quiet.
No S.H.I.E.L.D. people either. Such a difference from Hogwarts.
Probably deployed agents elsewhere.
The Philosopher's Stone is still safe. Dumbledore's working hard too.
You need to work harder too, Hermione!
The magic accumulated so far hasn't been wasted.
From now on too—as long as you don't stop, the road will keep extending...
"Screech—"
Just thinking this, suddenly a black luxury car roared from the distance. Screeched to a stop before Hermione.
Sorry, no shootout.
A balding middle-aged man with a receding hairline got out. Face wearing a kindly smile.
"Miss Granger, hello. I'm Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D."
He introduced himself proactively.
Actually no introduction needed. Hermione recognized him at a glance.
Hermione nodded. Asked: "So it's you guys. Where's Sister Natasha?"
"Agent Romanoff was injured on a mission. Temporarily unable to do fieldwork. Could only send me as replacement. My apologies." Coulson's eyes held some regret.
This wasn't a lie—it was true.
After Hermione left, Natasha, who hadn't spotted her for a while, had to take another assignment. Was sent to deal with an arms smuggler. Though she successfully captured him, she was also slightly injured. Currently recuperating at headquarters.
Hermione understood.
After all, no matter how famous Black Widow was, no matter that she was a future Avenger—essentially just an agile ordinary person. Couldn't guarantee zero damage on every mission.
"Sister Natasha's injured? What happened!"
Hermione's eyes showed perfectly measured tension and concern.
Seeing Hermione's "genuine emotion," Coulson felt reassured.
Indeed worthy of Agent Romanoff. Mission completed flawlessly. Seems the relationship with this witch is very harmonious.
Originally Natasha should have come. But due to injury, the Director had to substitute last minute. He was first choice.
Having finally established contact with the witch, every interaction with her now required extreme caution.
Among S.H.I.E.L.D.'s senior agents—Indian bald glasses guy Sitwell looked too sleazy. Crossbones Rumlow had a vicious face. Those two would probably scare the child away on sight.
Others had their own tasks. Only he was most suitable for this mission.
Some people's faces just didn't look like bad guys at first glance. Coulson was typical—had a standard friendly neighborhood uncle face. Naturally inspired goodwill.
"Don't worry, Miss Granger. Natasha only has minor injuries. No life-threatening danger. Just temporarily unable to move." Coulson comforted.
Hermione lightly patted her chest. Sighed in relief.
Seeing this, Coulson felt more at ease. Said directly: "This time finding Miss Granger—our Director hopes to communicate with you. Share some intelligence as partners. Please agree."
No beating around the bush. Stated his purpose directly.
"Okay!"
Hermione agreed readily. She'd been prepared to meet this one-eyed director anyway.
"But I want to visit Sister Natasha first!"
Can't drop the persona.
Coulson nodded. They'd anticipated this. "Then please get in the car. We'll take you there."
Hermione directly climbed into the car. Seemingly not worried at all.
Still just a child after all. No wariness... Coulson sighed internally. Though S.H.I.E.L.D. truly had no ill intent this time.
Children being too innocent was both good and bad.
Good: easy to approach and guide. Bad: others could also easily approach and guide.
Must watch her carefully. Absolutely can't let this child be exploited and deceived.
The car stopped before a large building.
Hermione got out. Looked up.
A towering structure nearly a hundred floors high. Full of technological feel.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion Headquarters.
After entering the building, Hermione drew countless gazes.
Since wizards' existence was top-secret intelligence, currently only a handful in S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about her.
Agents saw the Director's right-hand man Coulson actually bringing a black-robed little girl to headquarters. All quite surprised.
Entering the elevator, arriving at the agents' dedicated medical floor, Coulson led Hermione into a luxurious hospital room.
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