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Fire tongues madly scorched. Licked Iron Monger. Soon, the silver-gray armor burned red-hot. Even the outer layer began melting.
Feeling the burning sensation in the air, everyone felt endless heat waves. Breathing became difficult.
If they felt this way, Obadiah needless to say—crazy screams came from the armor.
"Stop burning! Spare me, spare me! Ahhh!!"
Coulson looked at Hermione—his gaze changed repeatedly.
He'd thought the Witch Miss wasn't combat-oriented. Magic was all support. But today discovered he was completely wrong.
Forget the inexplicable tripping. From the initial explosion, to the ice, to the final flames—each had absolute power. Completely beyond ordinary people's resistance.
Is this what wizards are… Coulson murmured inwardly.
Hermione's expression was indifferent. Her figure reflected in the flames—like a Flame Witch.
Everyone just quietly watched. No one dared speak.
Moments later, Hermione released the freezing and fire spells.
Night sky returned to darkness.
"Expelliarmus."
Words fell. Iron Monger armor exploded with a "BANG." Transformed into individual parts. Flew in all directions.
Only left a blackened, naked Obadiah standing there.
Feeling the cool night breeze, dying Obadiah forced his spirit. Eyes widened like a final flash.
Where's Iron Monger?
My huge Iron Monger?
Not just Obadiah—Hermione also widened her eyes. Inwardly shouted holy shit.
So the Disarming Charm has super-effectiveness against Iron Man suits?!
If I'd known, I'd have used it directly! Why go through all that trouble?!
For normal people, Disarming Charm just disarms weapons, wands, etc. But for Iron Man suits where the whole body counts as weapons—it's heaven-sent nemesis!
One "Expelliarmus" down—suit directly disassembled!
Nothing left!
She could already imagine—using this on Tony in the future. Him standing there naked, completely bewildered.
Disarm! Disarm!
Strip more! Strip more!
The scene was too ridiculous. Hermione almost laughed aloud.
Also widening his eyes was Tony.
What kind of magic is this?! he roared inwardly.
Compared to the earlier flames and ice, this spell that silently completed the disarming feat made his hair stand on end.
More efficient than J.A.R.V.I.S. removing the suit!
Doesn't this mean I'll be bullied to death by this brat?!
No way!
"Ugh… why so little power…" Hermione seemed somewhat dissatisfied. "If Dumbledore hadn't forbidden me from using Dark Magic, this pile of scrap metal would've become ashes long ago."
Scrap metal… Tony was speechless.
I suspect you're insulting me.
This is 'so little power'?!
This is already terrifying!
Coulson also forced a smile. Next second seemed to detect different meaning. Pupils shrank sharply.
Dark Magic?
Doesn't sound good. Not the kind of 'Dark Magic' he's imagining, right…
Coulson took a deep breath. Stepped forward: "Witch Miss, since you're all fine, I must return to headquarters to report. Won't disturb you. We'll handle the aftermath. Please don't worry."
Then signaled everyone to leave.
Today's information was too much. Headquarters' intel on the Witch Miss needed major updates.
Originally thought tonight was Tony Stark and his Iron Man suit's show. Unexpectedly, it was Hermione's show.
After Coulson and others left, Tony, supported by Pepper, walked to Obadiah.
Already dead. Wide eyes still held deep unwillingness.
Didn't look burned to death. More like angered to death.
Hermione received a notification.
[Dark Magic] [Dark Harvest (Talent)] [Current Soul Energy: 50]
What surprised Hermione—Obadiah, an ordinary person, actually harvested 50 Soul Energy points. Equal to five trolls!
Though far less than a unicorn, compared to ordinary humans' pitiful 1 point—much stronger.
But Obadiah himself wasn't any powerhouse. Can't be that Iron Monger's strength counts toward his soul.
"Perhaps not just personal quality. Also importance to the world…" Hermione guessed secretly.
Minutes later, Pepper watched Tony from afar. Eyes worried.
He'd removed the Iron Man suit. Standing not far away, lost in thought.
Tonight's everything needed slow digestion.
Obadiah. Pepper. Ethan. Stark Industries. Iron Man suit. And… himself.
Gently patting Pepper's hand, Hermione gave her a "don't worry" look. Then walked forward. Stood beside Tony.
"I'm someone who should've died long ago."
Seeming to know the person wasn't Pepper, Tony spoke first.
"Without that kidnapping, I'd still be that playboy who didn't know how terrible he was. When Ethan died before my eyes, I promised him—not to waste my second life. That's why I desperately developed the suit. Desperately saved people. Non-stop."
"Without this reason, I couldn't continue living."
"I'm not crazy. I just finally understood my mission. And I know from the bottom of my heart this is right."
His voice sounded lonely.
Hermione shrugged: "Then you should live well to fulfill it better."
"Even I who play games know—there's a saying: only the living have DPS."
Tony nodded: "You're right. About today… thank you. Thanks for scolding me awake."
"Don't thank me," Hermione rolled her eyes. "If not for Pepper-sis caring about you, I wouldn't bother with you, narcissist. Thank her."
"I will." Tony seemed to finally figure something out. Turned to look at Hermione.
"Let's reintroduce. Tony Stark," he paused. "Genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist."
Seeing Tony's extended hand, Hermione also reached out and high-fived his palm: "Hermione Jane Granger. From Hogwarts… an ordinary wizard."
After quiet moments, Hermione suddenly remembered something. Tilted her head. Squinted at Tony.
"Oh right, I remember someone said they'd apologize to me ten times daily from now on… start now. I like hearing it."
"Come on, apologize! Or I'll disarm your suit every day!"
Saying this, she raised her wand and waved it around threateningly.
Tony's cheek twitched.
Damn brat!
Still the same Hermione—three sentences and she can anger someone half to death!
Definitely incompatible with her!
Next day.
"Iron Man. I like that name."
Tony read the newspaper while Pepper helped with makeup.
"Though strictly speaking, the armor's made of titanium alloy. Not iron."
Then Coulson pushed the door open. Handed Tony a card.
"Just read what's on this. We've handled the cleanup. Just say what appeared yesterday was your robotic bodyguard."
Last night's scene was too explosive. Must give the public an explanation. Fortunately S.H.I.E.L.D. had prepared a statement.
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