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"Alohomora."
Arriving at the shop entrance, Hermione flicked her wand lightly at the locked door. The lock clattered to the ground.
She cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself. Turned invisible. Walked quietly inside.
Deep in the room, by the counter, two figures faced off. A window on the side had been pried open.
One was the familiar Uncle Erwin. Opposite stood a Black man holding a handgun.
Hermione understood instantly.
Zero-dollar shopping. Classic American tradition.
Uncle Erwin raised his hands. Expression tense. Said repeatedly: "Don't shoot! I'll get you the money right now."
Started moving toward the register.
The man roared: "Hand over the money! I said hand it over! Don't move! I said don't move! Get the money! Hurry up and get it!"
The gun barrel trembled slightly with his body. As if about to fire any second.
Hermione: "…"
Listening to the incoherent rambling, Hermione could only sigh. Truly befitting the IQ level. Definitely in character.
Just as Erwin couldn't decide whether to "don't move" or "get the money," the man seemed enraged by his lack of action. Shouting grew more intense. Finger moved toward the trigger.
Seeing this, Hermione hesitated no longer. Wand pointed forward. Voice low: "Depulso!"
Instantly, an invisible force struck the robber's chest. Sent him flying backward. BANG—slammed hard into the wall.
The impact was so great even the wall showed slight cracks.
Mm. Not bad power.
Hermione was quite satisfied.
Though still just Lv1 Knockback Jinx, at max proficiency, it roughly equaled a top-tier underground boxer's full-force strike. Far stronger than other same-year wizards.
Even some upper-year students' jinxes might not reach this level.
"Ahh… hurts… help…"
The man on the ground let out pained groans. Felt like his organs had shifted. Didn't know how many ribs were broken.
"Hm? Still not dead?"
Hermione raised her wand again.
"Diffindo!"
A transparent ripple sliced through the air. Landed on the man's neck.
Next second, his throat split open. A wound deep enough to see bone appeared. Cut halfway through his neck.
Blood gushed out. Pooled everywhere.
Erwin beside him was already scared stiff.
Just as he'd seen the man was mentally unstable—clearly high—preparing to fight desperately, the latter somehow got knocked flying like something had hit him. Slammed into the wall. Then his neck suddenly split open.
Straight out of a horror film.
His whole body trembled. Didn't dare move. Everything before his eyes made him wonder if he was the one who'd gotten high.
"Accio gun!"
While Erwin was frozen in shock, Hermione quietly released a Summoning Charm. Pulled the gun from the ground into her arms. Tucked it away. Left the shop without looking back.
[Dark Harvest]
[Current Soul Energy: 1]
In the dark alley, Hermione looked at the magic book's changes. Mood extremely pleased.
As expected, her guess was correct!
Dark Harvest could absorb power through death!
After obtaining this Soul Energy, she immediately understood its use. Could directly infuse it into her body to increase magic power. Or use it to enhance spell proficiency.
1 point of energy could raise 1 point of corresponding value.
"This is basically forcing me to be an evil Dark Witch." The smile on Hermione's lips could no longer be suppressed.
That's right. She'd returned to the Marvel world tonight with one purpose: to kill.
Because Dark Harvest required death to harvest Soul Energy. With no one dying nearby, she'd simply do it herself.
Of course, targets weren't chosen randomly.
First: though she didn't shy from killing, she didn't want to persecute innocent passersby. That truly crossed a line.
Even if this wasn't her past life's world—even if she treated everything like a game—she didn't want to do that.
Past life or present, Hermione wasn't a kind person. But absolutely not a psychopath pursuing chaotic evil either.
Second, and most importantly:
Hermione had already decided on her Marvel persona.
If she killed indiscriminately, drawing siege from various superheroes, the cost would far outweigh benefits. She wanted to use Marvel as a stable testing ground to increase strength. Couldn't make herself an enemy of the world.
Like now: though she'd killed someone, it was a robber attempting murder and theft. Textbook superhero behavior.
This legitimized the killing. Plus her age—even someone bursting with righteousness like Captain America wouldn't condemn her.
Mere killing? Which superhero here hasn't done it?
As long as it's in the name of justice.
[Hermione Jane Granger]
[Magic Level Lv1 (988/1000)]
Absorbing the Soul Energy, a cooling sensation spread through her body. Hermione felt her magic power clearly strengthen slightly.
One point of Soul Energy equaled a day's hard work!
Awesome!
The Marvel world really was… perfect for her!
Hahaha!
Hermione couldn't help laughing internally.
Three hours later.
"You really are something, America."
Standing in the area called Hell's Kitchen, Hermione looked at her experience bar—just two points from maxing out. Sighed sincerely.
After leaving the shawarma shop, Hermione had asked passersby about New York's most chaotic, highest-crime district. Took a cab straight there.
She still remembered the driver's incredulous face in the rearview mirror when she'd stated her destination.
As if saying: "You're a kid. What are you going there for?"
Lived up to expectations. In just three hours, she'd witnessed phenomena including but not limited to: drug deals, highway robbery, zero-dollar shopping, shootings, and more.
Yet passersby acted completely unsurprised.
Truly America.
Hermione—Disillusionment Charm active the entire time—became the Assassination King. Specifically targeted vicious criminals to practice spells. Through Dark Harvest, converted them into Soul Energy.
During this process, she'd stumbled upon a murder scene. Accidentally discovered she didn't have to kill personally. As long as someone died nearby, she could complete the harvest.
"What now?"
After all this busy work, Hermione felt mentally exhausted. Though a witch, her body currently wasn't much stronger than ordinary people. Let alone still a growing little girl. Sleep was very necessary.
Nearby targets worth clearing had all been cleared. At least eight hours remained before the next traversal cooldown.
"If only I could fly or Apparate." Hermione thought.
Three hours. All on foot. Straight-up double test of stamina and willpower.
Fortunately, flying lessons started next week. No need to be too anxious.
Hermione scanned her surroundings. Observed.
Though in Hell's Kitchen, Hermione didn't know if certain figures existed in this world. Even if they did, she had no plans to make contact.
Didn't fit her chosen persona.
Besides, some small-time player—what standing did they have to warrant a witch's visit?
She'd only judged this was the MCU film universe through Tony Stark's face. The term "Iron Man" hadn't appeared yet. Timeline should be before Tony's kidnapping.
Huh?
Thinking this, Hermione suddenly realized something.
It was summer 2008. And Iron Man hadn't been born yet. Didn't that mean…
A certain wealthy playboy had just been kidnapped?!