Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

If this sphere can cause such tension among 1400 million people, it must be something extraordinary.

"It seems that I've gotten myself into even bigger trouble in the future."

Hermione muttered to herself.

She had a feeling that this sphere would be the key to everything.

Why don't we look for it secretly?

After a while, Tony, Banner, Steve, and the others returned one after another.

Seeing Hermione standing motionless with a strange expression, seemingly deep in thought, the group asked her what was wrong.

Hermione shook her head and gave a sweet smile: "It's nothing."

It was as if nothing had really happened.

……

Half an hour later.

The group stood in front of a barbecue restaurant called "Shawima Palace".

"This is the super popular barbecue restaurant you mentioned?"

Hermione looked at the familiar sign, then at Tony, her eyes filled with the same disdain she would give a mentally challenged person.

Tony, unaware of the problem, nodded: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Hermione shook her head, too lazy to explain, and simply pushed open the door and went inside, with the others quickly following.

The shop was in a mess, clearly having just survived a major battle. The surrounding buildings were almost all in ruins, but this little shop had miraculously survived.

As the owner, Erwin, was bending down to pick up the broken pieces on the floor, he heard the door open and, without even looking up, said, "Closed today..."

Why are there people who come here to eat barbecue after shooting aliens?

Is his shawarma really that delicious?

Since Hermione left, business at the shop has been much worse than before...

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Hermione standing at the very front, and his voice stopped abruptly, turning to surprise and delight.

Hermione? What brings you here!

Hermione smiled and said, "Hi, Uncle Erwin, long time no see. I brought some friends over for shawarma."

Tony then realized what was happening, pointing at Hermione and then at Erwin: "You...know each other?"

Hermione nodded: "That's right, I worked at this store two years ago."

Erwin laughed heartily, "You must be Hermione's friends? This meal's on me!"

“You have no idea how popular the shop was when Hermione was working here! Customers lined up for ages just to eat the shawarma she made herself!”

"It's a pity that you haven't come back since you went back to school after summer vacation."

Erwin shook his head, looking regretful.

"If you were still in the store, business would definitely be ten times better than it is now!"

Upon hearing Erwin's words, the Avengers exchanged glances, understanding what was happening, and all turned to look at Tony.

Tony's mouth dropped open as he pointed at Hermione: "You're the Shawarma girl?"

Hermione rolled her eyes: "What else?"

The Hogwarts dining hall is no place for a human to live. With her discerning palate from the East, if she couldn't cook at Hogwarts, she would starve to death at the school.

She looked at Tony defiantly: "You said I only know how to brew potions? Watch out, or I'll put ten tomatoes in your Shaweima."

Tony's lips twitched.

He felt extremely embarrassed by being proven wrong, yet he couldn't refute it.

The Avengers couldn't help but laugh as they watched the two bicker.

Erwin was still basking in the joy of seeing Hermione again.

Only then did he notice that the person who had been talking to Hermione earlier...

Why does he look so much like Tony Stark?

Irwin looked closely.

It's confirmed, it's Tony Stark!

Iron Man!

Erwin's gaze swept over the others.

Apart from that refined-looking guy with a PhD-like appearance, weren't the rest the superheroes who were flying and fighting aliens just now?

I heard they're called... the Avengers!

Erwin rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, then looked at Hermione with shock in his eyes.

She actually knows these superheroes?

He couldn't quite believe it.

Is this still the same little girl who used to work in his shop to earn pocket money?

Looking at the group of superheroes before him, Erwin suddenly realized something, and an even more terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

His gaze toward Hermione also turned somewhat horrified.

Erwin's voice was a little stuttering:

"Could it be... Hermione, you are... the witch?"

If we were to name the most memorable figure in this great battle against aliens, it would undoubtedly be the little black-robed wizard who seemed to have descended to earth like a god, surrounded by all sorts of magic.

However, everyone could only see her from a distance, and she was wearing a hood, so her face was not visible.

The only way people could tell it was a little girl was by her voice and figure.

Hermione nodded.

"Yes."

Because the Gryffindor uniform had become a symbol of wizards during the recent battle, she changed into casual clothes, otherwise she would be surrounded by onlookers wherever she went.

A simple white T-shirt, paired with light blue jeans and white canvas shoes.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her face was free of makeup, which made her look even more pure and lovely.

If you didn't know, who would have thought that this seemingly harmless girl next door was the terrifying witch who just wiped out countless aliens with a wave of her hand?

But now that I see Hermione appearing with the superheroes, but with the wizard missing, Erwin can easily guess the truth.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Chapter 137 Resurrecting Coulson

Hermione chuckled inwardly as she watched Erwin's shocked expression.

She knew it would be like this.

However, she also understood Erwin's reaction.

After all, anyone who finds out that the person they know is actually a "shameless bastard" would have this kind of expression.

With a gentle wave of her wand, Hermione restored the tables, chairs, and benches in the shop that had been damaged in the battle to their original state.

The broken glass shards automatically flew back to their original positions and were pieced back together to form a complete glass.

Everything was spotless.

Irwin was stunned and it took him a long time to come to his senses. Looking at the brand-new shops around him, he suppressed his excitement and hurriedly invited everyone to take a seat.

Everyone took their seats, and Erwin quickly prepared all the ingredients, just as he was about to cut the meat.

Hermione simply waved her wand.

"Shhhhh!"

The knives seemed to come alive, dancing on their own.

The sizzling, oily roasted meat was automatically sliced ​​off, the vegetables were shredded, and the potatoes quickly turned into French fries, jumping into the oil pan on their own.

Each dough disc floats in the air, waiting for the sauce to be squeezed out.

"Savima, oh savima, oh savima..." Hermione hummed softly.

Erwin stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Hermione, you...you used to do this when you were working?"

Hermione nodded matter-of-factly: "Yeah, what else? How long would it take to cut it by hand?"

Erwin suddenly realized.

No wonder Hermione served food so quickly back then, it was like a human shawarma assembly line!

He was filled with emotion; this was probably the most valuable salary he had ever received in his life.