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Staring at Hermione—face smudged with dust, grinning ear to ear—everyone fell silent.
This Miss Witch... certainly has her own style.
"What is that?" Fury asked.
"Undetectable Extension Charm. Simple spatial expansion magic. Don't make such a fuss." Hermione waved dismissively.
Everyone: "..."
Right. We're making a fuss.
You just dumped a mountain out of a backpack and we're the dramatic ones...
Is this even the same world we know?
Hermione raised her hand. Several books floated mid-air, then drifted gently into each person's hands.
Witnessing this miraculous scene, they hurriedly opened the books. Didn't dare delay.
Hermione pulled out an apple and started munching.
She'd given them edited versions of magical history and basic magical theory—copied multiple times. Nothing too complex. Just what she wanted them to know.
Seeing things finally on track, Fury relaxed.
As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. could cultivate its own mystical response team, everything was worth it.
After a while, Sitwell looked up. "Miss Witch, I've finished. I have some questions. Could you enlighten me?"
Seeing the others still frantically reading, Hermione was surprised.
She'd expected Hawkeye to finish first. Not Sitwell.
Guess there was a reason this agent made it to Level 8.
Remembering his eventual fate, Hermione pondered.
Should I save him...?
Such a waste of talent. Definitely not because he's good at flattery.
"Wait a bit. Once everyone's done."
Eventually, they all finished.
Hermione looked at Sitwell. "Agent Sitwell, go ahead."
Sitwell nodded. "Miss Witch, the book mentions three types of mages: wizards, mystic sorcerers, and dimensional mages. What's the difference?"
"Good question. Very valuable. Five points to Agent Sitwell!"
Looking around, Hermione realized: aside from Hawkeye Barton, the rest were probably all trouble.
Praised, Sitwell straightened his back, pride flickering across his face.
He's too good at providing validation. Just for being this smooth, I'll remember that.
Hermione cleared her throat, adopting a serious tone. "Wizards are born with magic. Use incantations as conduits to transform magical power into spells. Can't be acquired later. Strength mostly depends on innate talent. Extremely low floor, extremely high ceiling.
Wizards live in hidden spaces within reality—the Wizarding World. Rarely appear before Muggles. No absolute leader."
"Mystic sorcerers draw energy from the real world, guide it with mental power, construct magic. Ordinary people can become mystic sorcerers through training, but it's also talent-dependent.
Aside from the Ancient One, most others are less impressive. They live year-round at Kamar-Taj. Their leader is the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One—one of the world's most powerful mages."
"As for dimensional mages, they're essentially mystic sorcerers too... except they don't practice mystic arts. They rely on drawing power from non-reality dimensions. Deeply bound to their dimensional planes. Rarest type. Maybe a handful worldwide."
Everyone listened intently, nodding along.
In mere minutes, their worldviews had been expanded.
"Earlier, you said you're a wizard?" Rumlow asked cautiously.
He'd noticed the approach that seemed to work well. Decided to follow suit.
"Yep." Hermione nodded. "We wizards have the largest population, but the least interaction with reality."
"Are all wizards as powerful as you?"
"How could they be?!"
Hermione beckoned them closer, whispered conspiratorially. "I'll tell you a secret. I'm one of the most powerful wizards in the world. Don't tell anyone, shh—"
Everyone: "..."
The kid's confident.
They kept their expressions neutral—terrified of another demonstration.
Only Fury, hearing this, had a sinking feeling she might actually be telling the truth.
"Meow—"
Just as they prepared more questions, a cat's meow echoed. At the training room entrance, a cat had somehow slipped in.
Big orange tabby.
Wore a name tag around its neck.
Goose.
Watching the cat weave casually between their feet, the agents paused.
Only Hermione's expression suddenly shifted. She flicked her wand. A gust of wind surged, instantly separating everyone from the orange cat.
Then flames erupted, surrounding the tabby.
Scorching heat rippled through the air.
Seeing Hermione's battle-ready stance, the agents were baffled.
What's wrong with Miss Witch? Why such a huge reaction?
And those flames... is that wizard magic too?!
So powerful... Mixed reactions flickered in their eyes.
Only Fury froze, then looked at Hermione in shock.
Hermione glanced at him. "Flerken... Director, S.H.I.E.L.D. really keeps interesting things."
Of course she recognized it.
Fury rubbed his nose, slight embarrassment crossing his face.
"Apologies, Miss Witch. Goose means no harm. Please withdraw the flames."
After two seconds' thought, Hermione dispelled the spell. The flames vanished.
The oppressive pressure lifted. Everyone secretly sighed in relief.
"I know the little guy means no harm. But its instincts have nothing to do with intentions. I'm fine—even if I accidentally end up in its stomach, I can leave. But these agents..."
Hermione glanced at them. "If something happens, don't expect me to retrieve them."
"Flerken?"
Sitwell stepped forward. First checked with Fury—no objection. Then looked at Hermione, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
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