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The man and woman were clearly a couple. Chatting happily. Occasional giggles.
The sour stench of romance.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Silently finished the remaining half-cup of coffee. Stood and walked toward them.
"Scoot over. Make room."
Pushed the young man aside. Under their bewildered gazes, Hermione plopped down in the man's original seat.
Hermione looked at the woman before her.
The woman was probably in her twenties. Explosive figure. Curves in all the right places. Beautiful face. Tight clothing completely highlighting her sexy lines.
Slightly curled wine-red hair added several degrees of allure. Heart-stirring.
Too bad Hermione was now a little beauty herself. Had the desire but not the ability.
"Little girl, what are you…" The red-haired beauty spoke first. Eyes full of confusion.
Before finishing, Hermione interrupted.
"Drop the act. What do you want with me?"
Before the red-haired beauty could speak, the young man beside her frowned: "What 'want with you'? Little girl, why are you taking my seat? I don't have spare change for you."
Clearly implying Hermione was begging.
Hermione didn't get angry. Just looked at them both. Muttered to herself: "Could it be the Ministry of Magic sent them? But no trace of magic fluctuation on them. Why would the Ministry send two Muggles? Don't understand these people…"
Voice full of puzzled incomprehension.
She'd already decided her Marvel persona.
A young witch with a small sense of justice, but very clever—even somewhat cunning. Plus mysterious and deep background connections.
Now just had to keep up the act. Bluff these people.
"You!"
Seeing Hermione ignore him, still talking to herself about incomprehensible things, the young man got angry.
"You be quiet." Hermione pulled out her wand, tapped his forehead. Looked up at the red-haired beauty. "If you have business, say it. If not, I'm leaving."
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
I'm a professionally trained adult, yet got my head tapped by a middle-school-aged girl with a stick? The young man couldn't believe it.
"You…" The recovered young man was about to say something when the red-haired beauty raised her hand to stop him.
"Agent Jameson, you leave first. I'll handle this."
The young man's expression immediately changed from anger to helplessness. As if all prior expressions were performed. Gently stood. Left the café.
While leaving, kept muttering: "How could this be? How did a little girl this small see through us…"
After the man left, the red-haired beauty finally spoke: "Miss Granger… may I call you that?"
Hermione wasn't surprised. Smiled cheerfully: "Just call me Hermione."
Either way, looking at beautiful women always improved one's mood. Even though she was now cut off from having both arms full.
Seeing this, joy flashed in the red-haired beauty's eyes.
Looks like the target's easier to talk to than imagined.
"Alright, little Hermione." The red-haired beauty deliberated two seconds. Still asked the question she cared most about now: "How did you see through us?"
Actually, she had the same question as the departed male agent.
As a top-tier agent, she had absolute confidence in her disguise. Certain she hadn't been exposed…
If not for truly not understanding, she'd never put the mission aside to prioritize asking this.
For a moment, she'd almost suspected the little girl before her was a spy cultivated from childhood by some secret organization.
"Huh?" Hermione showed a confused expression. "Don't you know wizards are very sensitive to gazes?"
"From when you entered until now—sister, you secretly looked at me six times. That brother just now snuck eleven glances. Is this how you two date?"
"Even couples about to break up at Hogwarts care more about each other than you!"
The red-haired beauty froze.
Are kids nowadays this sensitive? Can even sense gazes?
Hermione chuckled internally.
What gazes—of course that was nonsense. She recognized them because she knew her.
Saw her too much on screens in her past life. Couldn't be more familiar.
Natasha Romanoff!
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agent. Codename Black Widow!
Widow!
Natasha thought for a moment. Recalled Hermione's earlier words. Suddenly her body shook. Caught the key word.
She, what did she just say?
Wizard?!
Throughout her words, this child had conveyed one message: she was a wizard!
Simultaneously, in a certain tall building's spacious office, a one-eyed bald Black man heard this. Pupils equally shocked. Looked down at the girl's file.
Several photos laid on the desk. Hermione working at the barbecue shop. The Black robber's corpse. Plus the death states of several Hell's Kitchen criminals.
Natasha smiled.
"Little Hermione, lying isn't a good habit for children."
Before coming, she'd reviewed the target's file. Should just be a little girl with some special abilities. This "wizard" claim was surprising, but thinking carefully, probably just a child's fantasy after gaining superpowers.
As for wizards, magic, and such—she absolutely didn't believe it.
However, Hermione's next reaction exceeded Natasha's expectations.
She'd expected embarrassed anger after the lie was exposed. Or childish tantrums. Didn't expect Hermione to furrow her brows. The cheerful expression began turning confused.
"Eh… you don't even know this? Really not sent by the Ministry to monitor me?"
Hermione's expression suddenly became serious. Then scratched her hair in distress.
"Crap, caused trouble again. Told two Muggles all this. Going back, Dumbledore's definitely going to lecture me."
Natasha stared intently at Hermione. Expression somewhat stiff.
She tried to see performance traces in Hermione's reaction. Unfortunately failed.
Either this little girl was deeply immersed in her role, couldn't distinguish fantasy from reality, or… she was telling the truth.
"Ugh, so annoying."
Hermione looked unhappy. Slumped on the table, fiddling with her wand. Suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Right, before the Ministry finds out, I'll erase your memories first. That way no one will discover I leaked wizards' existence to Muggles."
Hermione suddenly perked up. Clapped her hands.
"Yes, do exactly that! Haha, I'm a genius!"
What?
Erase memories?
Hearing Hermione's words, Natasha's scalp tingled.
The little stick in her hand pointed at her. Natasha saw the tip slowly light up. Instantly, an unprecedented massive sense of crisis swept through her entire body.
This was a top agent's instinct.
"Wait wait wait!" Remembering this trip's mission, Natasha used extremely strong willpower to control the instinct to draw her gun. Shouted: "Don't you want to know who we are?"
This sentence seemed to successfully hook Hermione's interest. She slowly lowered her wand. Asked: "Pretty sister, if you're not sent by the Ministry, who are you? What do you want with me?"
The crisis sense gradually disappeared. Natasha heavily sighed in relief. Her back had completely soaked through at some point.
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