Hogwarts time travel

Rewind time to a few days ago.

No. 12 Qingquan Road, Mrs. Hartcher's private residence.

Just here, more than a dozen people with different identities from all walks of life gathered.

What they have in common is that they all come from the "Magic Science Forum".

The "Forum" is full of leading figures from all walks of life in the Muggle society. They established this organization after being exposed to magic, looking for every opportunity to get involved in the wizarding world.

Mrs. Hatcher's family joined the forum very early, and Thomas was ranked behind her in the organization. He was not qualified to participate in today's banquet at all.

Because all the bigwigs in the real industry participated in this meeting, and the affairs they usually deal with are real estate and various real economies.

In this day and age, Thomas' biotechnology has nothing to do with the real thing.

He was able to come because of Mrs. Hatcher's sake for Loya's sake.

Mrs. Hatcher could tell that Hermione, a girl, obeyed Loya's order, and if she could build a good relationship with Loya, she could deepen her relationship with Hermione in disguise.

This is also helpless, after all, Hermione has no desires and desires, so she can only use the curve method.

Everyone chatted with people they knew well, but Thomas was embarrassed. He didn't know anyone here.

Originally, he would not have participated in this kind of social gathering due to his personality. Wouldn't it be nice to have that time to deepen friendship with the little secretary?

But Loya's letter changed his mind, and the words in the letter sent him a cryptic message - a huge challenge to appear in the world of magic and ordinary people.

At the same time, it also brings opportunities.

"Everyone." Mrs. Hatcher clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone is a leader in the real industry. Every minute is precious. I don't intend to waste your time. Have you read all the documents I sent you?"

Mrs. Hatcher's swiftness and swiftness made Thomas nod his head, for he hated society.

"I intend to build a doomsday fortress that integrates life services, can provide all the needs of life, and is guarded by powerful firepower. Are you interested in participating?"

"Mrs. Hatcher doesn't do things for no reason," said a man. "Is something going to happen? Now it's not a few years ago, and there is no market for the Doomsday Bastion."

Mrs. Hartcher did not speak, and signaled to the housekeepers to distribute a newspaper, needless to say, the "Hogwarts Daily".

The front page of the newspaper suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

[Romania is caught in a wave of vampires, the local Ministry of Magic asks for help]

[Request for help has been delayed, and the Romanian Ministry of Magic cannot support it alone]

[The situation in Romania has stabilized, and it is suspected that vampires have taken power]

Everyone gasped, and the temperature in the room dropped by one degree.

"A country controlled by vampires..."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt that this was a little scary.

Romania is not far from the UK, who knows if the other party will cross the strait to attack?

The vampires in the magical legends have mastered modern technology, they don't know whether the country will fall, but their lives are likely to disappear inexplicably.

Everyone immediately understood Mrs. Hatcher's thoughts.

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Mrs. Hartcher strikes while the iron is hot, "We have already received the support of some forces in the magic world. After the fortress is completed, wizards will be stationed there, and everyone's safety will be guaranteed by then."

"And in technology." Mrs. Hatcher looked at Thomas.

"Yes," Thomas kept listening to Mrs. Hatcher's words, and nodded repeatedly after hearing the words, "My company has an army elsewhere, which can be converted into security personnel, and I also have channels to purchase weapons."

Seeing that the most important security issue was guaranteed, everyone knew what they were doing and began to sign up enthusiastically. You pay and I contribute, and the construction project of the fort was divided into half at once.

But some projects were left behind.

"That part will go to the wizards," said Mrs. Hatcher.

Everyone nodded. Indeed, the wizards should also contribute, so as to make the fortress more cohesive.

Thomas didn't make a sound. He knew some inside information. This part of the reserved project will be handed over to the wizards from the Scobe Kingdom, where they will deploy some backhands as means of escape and countermeasures.

All the bigwigs dispersed one after another, and no one mentioned anything like the agreement. This kind of confidentiality is the best way to keep it secret.

Soon the room was just Thomas and Mrs. Hatcher.

"Mrs. Hatcher, why don't you bring in some higher-status people?" Thomas asked suspiciously.

"They won't be there," said Mrs. Hatcher, lifting one leg gracefully. "We could save a place for them."

Thomas seemed to understand something and gave her a thumbs up.

"By the way, is there no problem with your company? After all, it costs a lot of money."

"Don't worry." Thomas smiled confidently, "This is my company, and I have the final say."

……

The endless ice field, the endless howling of the endless cold wind, a team of white camouflage personnel are walking on foot in this frozen desert.

"This snow monster can really hide." A team member complained, on the edge of his collar, a red pattern that made the whole world fear was printed there.

"It attacked more than a dozen villages, and the superior instructed us to kill it at any cost." The captain said, brushing the ice particles off his face, revealing a young face behind him.

If Luo Ya was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him vaguely. He is the young version of Old Jack.

But now he doesn't have that name.

"Artyom, you're not good at being the captain, the tracking spells always go wrong." The team members on the side complained, looking at the man next to them, "Alexey, what do you think?"

"Shut your stinky mouth." The man named Alexei said with a cold face, "The snow monster is not a fool, and the tracking spell is not omnipotent. We are already very close to the snow monster."

Old Jack, who was still called Artyom, was stunned. He thought that Alexei, who had always been dissatisfied with being the captain, would make trouble, but he didn't expect him to explain for himself.

"Don't get me wrong." Alexei took out the bottle, "I just don't want to split in the central area of ​​Siberia, that would be tantamount to suicide."

Alexei's bottle turned 180 degrees, but not a drop of wine emerged.

"hateful!"

Artyom laughed, the pain on his frostbitten face made him happy.

"The temperature here is already low, and the snow monster is still passing by here, so the temperature may be even lower. Your wine bottle is not specially made, and it is not surprising that it freezes."

Saying that, Artyom handed out an army green water bottle, "Try mine."

Alexei hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of vodka, took it and drank it in a big gulp.

"I found a snow monster!"