"Who's there!"
Alexander Pierce started violently, immediately turning and drawing his pistol, only to find no one behind him.
Was I hearing things? No, someone was definitely behind me just now... Pierce narrowed his eyes.
He was a seasoned agent who had entered the profession during the Cold War. Even though he was old now, a senior government official who no longer worked in the field, his instincts as an agent had never failed him.
"Didn't you want to see me? What, now that I'm actually here, you're scared?"
The voice rang out again, but this time it came from beside him.
Pierce hurriedly looked to the side. Faint ripples appeared in the air, and a girl in a pitch-black robe slowly materialized.
His pupils contracted at the supernatural sight, as though something had occurred to him.
"You're... Miss Wizard?"
"Bingo!"
Hermione snapped her fingers.
Although the person before him was only a little girl, Pierce didn't dare let his guard down. Instead, he tightened his grip on his gun.
"Put it down. That thing won't work on me."
Hermione spoke indifferently.
"So Miss Wizard has graced us with her presence. What brings you here so late at night?" Pierce acted as if he hadn't heard her.
Seeing that Pierce wouldn't listen, Hermione shook her head helplessly.
"Expelliarmus!"
A flash of red light shot past. Pierce felt his hands loosen against his will, and the gun flew from his grasp along a trajectory that defied reason.
Having experienced magic firsthand, his breathing quickened, and he raised both hands.
"All right, all right, Miss Wizard. I overreacted. But surely you understand, as a professional agent, I..."
"Enough with the act. I know you sent people to capture me," Hermione said impatiently. "Since you wanted a fight, I'll grant your wish. Prepare