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Hermione forced herself to hold back her desire to comment.

Forget it, let it be.

After all, it wasn't her who was confused.

Unbeknownst to her, Fury had his reasons for not choosing Black Widow and others.

Natasha and Hermione had a good relationship, and Coulson had established some contact. They could learn privately without formal selection.

More importantly, his most trusted agents were few, and they had other tasks. They couldn't focus solely on mysterious knowledge daily.

Not only was Hermione puzzled, but the agents in front of her exchanged confused glances.

Director Fury had gathered them, emphasizing the mission's importance and confidentiality, warning against disclosure.

Then he brought them here... to meet a little girl in a fancy outfit?

Hermione wasn't well-known; most of her time was at Hogwarts. Even when visiting, she was with Pepper and Tony. Fury only informed a few, and there were no official records. Few knew about wizards.

Their confusion was understandable.

"Starting today, you are students of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Mystery Knowledge Study Class and will become the backbone of the supernatural and mysterious countermeasures team."

Fury pointed to Hermione: "She is your teacher. She will manage everything in the classroom. She now holds Level 9 clearance with S.H.I.E.L.D. No matter your rank, in the classroom, you will follow her instructions."

Everyone was stunned by the news.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl as their teacher, who they must obey.

The most shocking part? She had Level 9 clearance!

That's Maria Hill's level. In S.H.I.E.L.D., aside from Secretary Pierce and Director Fury, two Alpha-level and Level 10 agents, Hill held the highest clearance.

Alexander Pierce had long been on the World Security Council, not managing S.H.I.E.L.D., meaning... this little girl was Fury's top subordinate?

Unbelievable!

Seeing their doubts, Fury explained, "She will show you another side of the world and introduce you to mysterious magic..."

Their eyes widened, confirming they'd heard correctly.

Magic?

They knew of superpowers, and S.H.I.E.L.D. held many, but magic?

This was unprecedented.

"Hello everyone!"

Hermione waved, smiling sweetly.

"I'm Hermione Granger, a wizard. I've been invited by Director Fury to serve as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mystical consultant, and I'll be your teacher!"

"Please take care of me!"

Director Fury's cheeks twitched.

Pfft...

Barton and others glanced between Fury and Hermione, stifling laughter.

But then, realization hit them.

What?

A wizard?

It's not April Fool's Day.

Were it not for their professionalism, they might have left.

"Let's respond!"

Without a word, Hermione cast a gravity spell.

Suddenly, everyone was pressed to the ground by an immense force, unable to move.

"Crossbones" Rumlow strained against the invisible weight but couldn't budge.

As the pressure increased, bones creaked, and nosebleeds appeared.

"Miss Wizard!"

Seeing this, Fury quickly intervened.

These were elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. If Hermione harmed them, his losses would be significant.

"Humph!"

Hermione lifted the spell, displeased.

"If not for Director Fury, I wouldn't bother teaching you ignorant Muggles, wasting my time."

Hermione crossed her arms, looking peeved.

Barton and others struggled to rise, still shaken, casting wary glances at Hermione.

The little girl had effortlessly subdued them.

Magic...

"Miss Wizard, we're honored to learn from you. Our earlier ignorance was inexcusable; please overlook it."

Their minds raced, and Sitwell, the bald agent, reacted first. He bent, following Fury's lead, with a hint of flattery in his eyes.

Hermione eyed the bespectacled, gentle-faced agent, reminiscent of a familiar character from her past life, and nodded, satisfied.

Hydra or not, Hydra agents knew how to talk!

"Nice, Agent Yi," she patted his shoulder.

"Um..."

"Just Yi."

"....."

Seeing the agents subdued, Fury was relieved.

Establishing authority required strength.

But... what was that spell? A new magic?

Fury pondered, concerned.

Each encounter with Hermione revealed new spells.

Had she known this before, or learned at school?

How much more did she know? Even as a wizard, could a student grasp so much?

Hermione ignored Fury's musings. He'd never figure it out.

"I'll send you two textbooks. Read them, and ask if you have questions."

She picked up her small backpack, rummaging through it.

"Where did I put them?"

Watching Hermione search the bag, everyone sighed.

The backpack was small and open; how long could she search?

If she forgot, just admit it. No need to pretend.

Even with magical prowess, she was still a child... Wait, what?!

Hermione suddenly upturned her bag, shaking it.

To their amazement, the contents spilled out.

Books, brooms, bottles, pots, cauldrons, flower pots, clothes, pillows, chessboards, snacks...

Within ten seconds, the ground was piled high, nearly as tall as a person.

Even Fury, accustomed to Hermione's antics, was stunned.

How did all that fit in such a small bag? A bag of holding?

And why carry everything?

Cauldrons, flower pots, brooms—what?!

"Woo woo woo..."

Amidst the mountain of items, Hermione's upper body was buried, her legs flailing.

Pfft!

As Barton moved to help, Hermione emerged, panting.

"Whew... Almost suffocated."

She raised a few books, grinning.

"Found them!"