A front-line pilot from the 46th Guards Night Bomber Aviation Regiment (“Night Witches,” if this name is more familiar to someone) ends up in the body of Hermione Granger. And she definitely won’t be delighted with magical Britain. In the form in which it exists. Voldemort can only pray. And to all fascist aristocrats too. And not fascist either. So, just in case. Oh, yes. Now Harry won't be the best with a broom. In the end, this is an activity for true Witches. Warnings: Naturally, the characters do not coincide with the “original” ones, and just as naturally, the main events will go differently. Disclaimer: The rights to the world belong to Rowling. And for the heroes too. Almost everyone. And I’m just playing around and don’t even think about selling or renting out the text.