Hogwarts time travel

Everyone raised their heads and found that the person who came was an intellectual beauty wearing glasses, with exquisite appearance, it was hard not to notice her.

The woman looked at Luo Ya happily, with a look of surprise.

"Ever since I received Mr. Loya's reply, I have been waiting for Mr. Loya's arrival. It's great to see you here this time!"

Loya remembered, isn't this woman from the British Society of Magical Literature?

A little embarrassed, he completely forgot about it, and couldn't say it directly, he could only nod angrily to express that he was very busy recently.

"Is Mr. Loya going to receive the Merlin Medal?" The woman asked curiously.

"Yes." Loya nodded.

"Mr. Loya is really young and promising." The woman took out a business card, "Please come to this address after the award ceremony is over, I really want to have an in-depth conversation with you."

Loya was a little reluctant, turned around and saw Harry and the others with curious faces beside him, and a thought suddenly came to him.

"I want to take a few people with me, can I?"

"Of course!" The woman readily agreed, making Luo Ya feel like shooting himself in the foot with a stone.

Originally, I was looking for an excuse for the woman to refuse, but I didn't expect the woman to agree so readily.

Loya remembered something, and pointed to the bookstore, "Gideroy Lockhart is signing books there, are you interested in going to see it?"

"Oh, I don't have much time today." The woman's expression was a little cold, not as eager as that day at all.

Didn't Loya remember that this woman had wanted Lockhart to go to her literary society?

That day when Lockhart let her pigeons go, she still looked disappointed, why did her attitude change today?

Sure enough, women are fickle creatures.

The woman turned and left, and Harry squeezed over, looking curiously at the business card in Loya's hand.

To be honest, although this woman wrote to him several times, it was always in the name of the society, and he still doesn't know the name of this woman.

【Jessica Hartcher

President of the British Magical Literature Society

No. 12 Qingquan Road]

"Mr. Weasley, have you heard of this name?" Loya asked Mr. Weasley.

"Hartcher..." Mr. Weasley looked at the business card, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "A family I've never heard of."

"I've heard that name before." Mr. Granger frowned.

"They are a well-known family in China, famous for printing books and making paper."

Could it be that this Hartcher has something to do with the family in the Muggle world?

Luo Ya didn't want to go even more, but they had already sent the business card to Luo Ya, and it would be too embarrassing to make excuses. Why don't you go and have a look, and run away immediately if there is anything wrong.

"But I have to trouble you to go with me." Loya said to Ron and Hermione with a wry smile.

Hermione smiled, "Anyway, I'm also very interested in this literary society, so I might as well go and have a look."

As she spoke, she looked at her father, "Dad, can you let me go?"

Mr. Granger hesitated, but Mr. Weasley helped to reassure him, "Don't worry, I will send your daughter home safely, you can't trust me."

The two men got along very well, apparently as if they were friends.

Mr. Granger thought for a while, and said that he should pick it up in person after the end, so as not to bother Mr. Weasley.

This man is still a little worried about his daughter, or wary of a certain boy.

As for Ron, he agreed without thinking about it, and there is nothing to do when he goes back, he might as well go for a walk with his friends.

In this way, they decided to visit the place after the award ceremony, accompanied by Mr. Weasley and Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Everyone strolled around for a while, seeing that Ginny was a little tired, Mrs. Weasley proposed to go back, after all, they had been out for a long time.

A group of people drove to the center of London, and the continuous flow of traffic around them made Luo Ya a little dazed, with a feeling of intertwining reality and fantasy.

A second ago, he was still facing all kinds of magic and witchcraft in Diagon Alley, but now they are already in the city center of a country's capital, and everything they can see is the crystallization of technology.

Magic and technology, like a pair of parallel lines, can see each other, but can never intersect.

Mr. Weasley obviously didn't understand the traffic rules, he could only follow behind Mr. Granger's car obediently, but Loya bet that his car must have violated the rules many times.

Among other things, without a license plate is terrible.

Fortunately, there was Loya in this car. He changed the perception of the car on the people around him, making them subconsciously ignore the uniqueness of this car.

They stopped on a street, which looked very dilapidated, and could only see a few small hotels half-opened along the street, showing a depressed scene.

But across the street, the other side is prosperous and lively, which is in sharp contrast with this place.

Needless to say, magic was at work again.

This taught us a lesson: In this world, never set up shop near magical things, because your business is likely to be driven away inexplicably.

The previous bookstore was an anomaly, and Luo Ya didn't quite understand why they were able to open such a huge bookstore around Muggles.

The Weasleys walked towards the nearest hotel on the street. Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger hesitated. In such a dilapidated environment, would such a hotel really be good?

They have a bit of an urge to take their daughter somewhere else.

But the daughter had already followed, and they had no choice but to follow, but they secretly decided that if it was too bad, they must change places.

Entering the hotel, the originally narrow facade suddenly becomes very large inside. Although it cannot be said to be resplendent, there is also a somewhat refined and low-key atmosphere there.

The Grangers looked at the spacious hall in surprise, they didn't expect it to be so big inside, and far less dilapidated than it looked from the outside.

Loya was speechless on the side. Of course, this hotel is not comparable to the Muggle society, because the wizarding world has a kind of "handling" temperament from top to bottom. It doesn't care how it looks, as long as it can be used.

The decorator made a mistake and had another effect: because the outside is too dilapidated, compared with the inside, it makes people feel that the inside is pretty good.

Psychology is really good.

The owner of the hotel is a balding middle-aged man. Because his hair is too thin, people may think he is an old man at first glance.

The boss enthusiastically prepared two family suites for them, and expressed his reassurance that this suite can accommodate as many people as possible.

With doubts, Loya went upstairs, and the wooden ladder creaked dangerously, as if telling its age.

Mr. Weasley opened the door, and there were several built-in rooms inside. Everyone in the family was allocated a separate room, so there were a total of nine rooms!

Are you so unrestrained in opening hotels in the wizarding world?This is too real!

The Untraceable Stretching Curse is indeed a magical skill that can make real estate developers hang themselves.

Selling real estate in the magic world, hundreds of billions of fortunes come in, and slip out cleanly.