Tom was stunned by what he heard.
It took him a long while to digest those words, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
"You're the truly evil one. I've been far too kind. You know what? You should be the Dark Lord instead."
He recalled the pathetic schemes he'd heard Old Voldy had pulled decades ago. They were downright amateurish.
"Don't call me Tom anymore. I don't deserve it. Just call me Little Tom."
This time, Tom meant it sincerely.
The longer he stayed around Hermione, the less confidence he had in himself.
Hermione smiled. "Don't go back to the Ministry of Magic for now. Stay here and keep building the various nodes, fill in the details, and quietly help things along. I don't intend to show myself. Let Hydra's influence gradually expand on its own."
Then she looked at Luna. "You shouldn't keep following me either. Go back to Hogwarts. Too many people here covet wizards' power. It's still a little dangerous for you. I'll bring you back once you're strong enough."
Luna nodded. Hermione took out a palm-sized pouch, and Luna climbed straight inside, vanishing completely.
To test whether she could bring a living person into Marvel, Hermione had racked her brains and drawn on all her alchemical expertise, finally creating an alchemical pouch that the Spellbook recognized as one of the curiosities.
Since it now qualified as a curiosity, the Spellbook could store it, carry it with her between worlds, and release it afterward.
That allowed her to successfully bring things over.
However, the pouch could only hold roughly one person at most. She couldn't pack everything into it.
After taking Luna back to Hogwarts, Hermione returned to Marvel.
Just as she was sorting through her next steps in her mind, a strange sensation suddenly washed