Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Captain, you're injured!" Natasha exclaimed anxiously.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury!"

Steve gritted his teeth and continued to fight as he got up.

On the rooftop of the high-rise, Thor was panting heavily, feeling completely drained, and he could barely hold onto his Mjolnir.

At first, he could summon lightning, but there were just too many enemies, and the lightning couldn't strike them all. His power was also being depleted with each lightning strike.

Now he could only watch helplessly as countless enemies poured into the portal.

Hulk suffered the most.

After finally dismantling one Leviathan, he immediately attracted the attention of countless Zeta Reich soldiers, who unleashed a barrage of firepower upon him.

Hulk was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and his nose was bleeding profusely.

Even the Hulk couldn't withstand it.

"No, this is not a solution!"

Natasha rolled over and hid behind cover, shouting into her headset.

"We have to close the portal! Otherwise, the number of enemies will only increase!"

Despair spread like a plague.

On the streets, countless people fled in terror, their cries echoing through the air.

Inside the high-rise buildings, ordinary people trembled as they looked out the windows at the apocalyptic scene outside.

The appearance of superheroes like Iron Man gave them hope, making them think that their saviors had arrived and that they would surely defeat these ugly alien monsters.

But now...

The superheroes were also being overwhelmed and were barely able to protect themselves.

Hope is slowly fading away.

Many have given up the struggle, closed their eyes, and awaited death.

"It's over, it's really over now..."

Someone muttered to themselves, their voice filled with despair.

"God, please save us..."

Some people knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and prayed to God.

But God did not seem to hear their prayers.

In the sky, the portal remained wide open, and the Chitauri continued to pour in.

……

The roof of the New York Temple.

The Ancient One watched the battle below, leisurely sipping her milk tea, and casually shot down several approaching Chitauri soldiers.

"That's enough. If this continues, it will affect the Temple." The bald old woman glanced at Hermione beside her and said calmly.

Hermione shrugged, looked at the surrounding firelight, listened to the explosions, and coughed lightly:

"Master Gu Yi, are you just going to stand by and watch?"

"Have you heard the children's cries of despair? Have you felt the city crumbling? Have you noticed the sneers of those who have succeeded in their schemes? Have you ever thought about..."

Gu Yi glanced at her and uttered a single word.

"roll."

"Good."

Hermione pouted and slunk away.

The next second, she appeared in the sky above the battlefield and cast an amplification spell on herself.

Her clear voice instantly drowned out the noise of the battlefield.

"Thor, aren't you the god of thunder? Why aren't you continuing to summon lightning?"

"What's wrong? Is it kidney deficiency?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the Avengers' eyes lit up with surprise, and they all looked up at the sky.

That familiar, petite figure appeared before them.

Hermione!

"You're finally here!"

Thor, panting heavily, gave a wry smile: "Summoning lightning consumes far more divine power than fighting, and I can't unleash large-scale lightning strikes for an extended period of time."

Hermione smiled and said, "Then let's change people. I apologize for having to go back to Hogwarts earlier. You've done enough. I'll take over from here."

After saying that, she waved her wand and pointed it straight to the sky.

"Rumble--"

The once clear sky suddenly became overcast, with strong winds, lightning, and thunder.

Bolts of lightning, as thick as buckets, struck down from the dark clouds with terrifying force, even more violent than the lightning summoned by Thor.

Ancient magic: lightning.

In the lightning storm, the Chitauri fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot, even the thick-skinned Leviathan behemoths couldn't withstand it and plummeted with howls.

But it's not over yet.

Hermione waved her wand again, the temperature plummeted, a cold wind howled, and heavy snowflakes began to fall.

Wherever the cold wind blows, everything freezes.

The Chitauri were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, falling from the sky and shattering into pieces with a "crackling" sound.

Hermione was engulfed in flames as she flew toward the portal, the flames transforming into ferocious fire serpents that lunged at the Chitauri.

When the flames touched the Chitauri, they did not go out; instead, they burned even more fiercely and spread rapidly like a virus.

Even the slightest bit of it will be instantly burned to ashes.

Lightning, ice, and raging fire.

Three distinct magical powers, under Hermione's control, intertwine to create an apocalyptic scene.

The sky also turned colorful, shining with a magical glow.

The once overwhelming and menacing Chitauri army was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 129 The Terrifying Turnip

On the ground, the civilians who were initially panicked were now completely dumbfounded.

They stood there dumbfounded, staring up at the sky.

Hermione's figure, illuminated by lightning, ice, and fire, resembled a deity descended to earth, unleashing divine punishment upon the intruders.

"Is this... a miracle?"

"Has God come to save us?"

God is a girl.

Someone muttered to themselves, their voice trembling.

Some people knelt on the ground and worshipped devoutly.

The Avengers were stunned.

They had assumed that the Chitauri were powerful enough, so powerful that they were suffocating.

But Hermione's actions completely overturned their understanding.

With a few casual moves, he effortlessly created a scene resembling a natural disaster; anyone would become insignificant in the face of such power.

Is this really something a human can do?

At this moment, the same question arose in everyone's mind.

……

Aircraft carrier in the sky, control hall.

The huge screen was packed with people.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Hermione's small figure was surrounded by lightning, ice, and fire.

She was like a deity who stepped out of mythology, capable of destroying the world with a wave of her hand.

The once arrogant Chitauri army was as fragile as a flock of chicks in front of her.

"I...I'm not dreaming, am I?"

One of the agents pinched himself hard, wincing in pain.