Hogwarts time travel

They stayed at the reception for another half an hour, and finally Mr. Weasley arrived.

He had sent his family back home before, but this time he came back to send them to Qingquan Road, to the address provided by "Jessica Hartcher".

The Grangers had also left, and they would be wandering the neighborhood before picking up their daughter when the time came.

Loya didn't see Malfoy when he left the reception. He disappeared after being provocative, and no one knew why he went.

The car headed towards the suburbs, drove onto a winding mountain road, and soon stopped at an iron gate.

On the flat land at the top of the mountain is a small community with villas occupying a large area. It seems that "Qingquan Road" is a wealthy neighborhood.

The probe next to the iron door glanced at Weasley's car, and the loudspeaker sounded, "Tell me the purpose of your coming here, visitor."

"As a guest, Jessica Hartche invited us to come." Loya said as he opened the car window.

"Is Mr. Loya right?" the loudspeaker said. "Please come in. The seventh villa on the left is Ms. Hatcher's home."

The iron door automatically moved sideways, and Mr. Weasley, who saw it, was very surprised, and said that Muggles are really amazing.

The car drove into the community. The greenery in the community is very good, and beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere. People feel that their breathing becomes smoother when they enter.

They soon stopped in front of a villa, and Ms. Hatcher was waiting at the door early, and bowed deeply to them, "You are here, please come in."

After parking the car at the door, a servant in a suit and leather shoes stepped forward to take the keys and drove the car to the garage.

Loya thought that the servant would not be able to drive Mr. Weasley's strangely modified car, but he didn't expect the servant to drive the car away easily.

The servants were also from the wizarding world and were not surprised by Mr. Weasley's car.

Ms. Hartcher led the crowd to the magnificent living room. There was no special decoration, and Roja's poor vocabulary could only describe it as rich and noble.

The servant brought drinks and snacks, and Roya fell into deep thought. She lives in a rich Muggle area, and has people from the wizarding world as servants. The wealth is not enough to describe her, so why does this woman seek him?

Just because of that crappy questionnaire?

Ms. Hartcher spoke first, "Mr. Loya, you must be very confused. Why did I invite you here? Just because of that nonsensical questionnaire?"

It's you who said the shit doesn't make sense. Luo Ya didn't say anything, but obviously agreed with her statement.

"Actually, the questionnaire was given to me by my grandfather."

"I tried to fill it out, but I found that there are many books that don't exist. As time goes by, I gradually discovered that those books will appear in the future! In other words, the questionnaire is from the future questionnaire!"

Future questionnaires?Luo Ya was a little surprised, this thing is a bit evil.

"Grandpa told me to find the person who can fill out the questionnaire, that person can solve the family's plight and lead the family to a new direction."

The woman stared at Loya with piercing eyes, "That person is you! Mr. Loya!"

"Uh, this," Loya felt that there was something he couldn't say, and pointed at Hermione with some embarrassment, "Actually, Hermione answered these questions, and I just sent them back, which is why I asked Hermione reason for coming."

Ms. Hartcher was a little stunned, and looked at Hermione, "It's you?"

"Yes!" Hermione sat up nervously, and Harry and Ron next to her nodded in agreement.

"During the Christmas holiday, she found out about the questionnaire, so she borrowed it and filled it out."

Ms. Hartcher suddenly realized, and grabbed Hermione's hand, "Then you are the one who can save our family!"

Hermione was extremely embarrassed, and felt a little weird. Loya had just experienced being prophesied by the centaur, and this time she was prophesied by a questionnaire from the future. Isn't this prophecy a bit worthless?

"Ma'am, please calm down. The questions in that questionnaire are not difficult, but they are very cumbersome. As long as you have enough patience, anyone can answer them." Hermione explained, "Because those books are available on the market. Arrived."

"Then Granger, uh, my name is Hermione too. Excuse me, Hermione, did you have a hard time finding the last question?"

Hermione recalled, "Indeed, I searched the entire library and couldn't find that book. Later, I found it in Mrs. Pince's new book."

Hermione suddenly lost consciousness, such a coincidence?Just when she was looking for the answer to the last question, that last future book was published and bought by Mrs. Pince for the library?

"That's right, doesn't it mean that you are the one chosen by the prophecy? It just so happened that the new book was published, and it happened that you answered that question and saw the new book."

"It's still far-fetched." Hermione still didn't believe it, and stood up.

"It is undeniable that this questionnaire can predict the future is miraculous, but this does not mean that I am the one who can save your family in the prophecy."

Seeing Hermione's resolute eyes, Loya chimed in, "Yeah, Ms. Hartcher, Hermione doesn't seem like someone who can help you."

Hermione was taken aback, turned around and gave Loya a hard look, and sat back on the sofa, "Please tell me, although I don't believe in prophecies, I can provide a little help if you need it."

Ms. Hartcher was a little puzzled by the sudden turn of events, but she still breathed a sigh of relief, "It's like this, our family has always lived in the Muggle world, and we don't know anything about the wizarding world, but My grandfather was admitted to Hogwarts when he was a child. Since then, our family has longed for that magical world and wanted to join the family of the magical world. For this reason, my grandfather married a witch. , that is, my grandma."

"It's a pity that my father did not inherit the talent for magic. It is very likely that our family will be disconnected from the magic world in the future."

"Grandpa therefore founded the British Society of Magical Literature, hoping to recruit a group of outstanding writers in the magical world, let them speak for my family, let my father participate in the affairs of the magical world as a Muggle, at least he can run our family's business. Paper industry, book printing industry."

"But it failed in the end. We are only allowed to run the literary society, and we are not allowed to do business in the wizarding world as Muggles."

"I want to get out of this predicament, at least so that our family can open a shop in the wizarding world, as a Muggle."

Ms. Hartcher spoke it with sincerity, as if she were just a poor helpless woman struggling to do business in the wizarding world.

But Loya knows the real truth. Ms. Hartcher is the future heir of a large consortium in the Muggle world. She wants to enter the magic world to do business, but she is a Muggle. According to relevant legal provisions: [ Muggles are not allowed to do business in the wizarding world], she cannot enter the wizarding market at all.

Although her grandfather was a wizard, her father was a Muggle, which meant that her father had no inheritance rights at all, and the business had to be closed after her grandfather died.

In order to let her family take root in the wizarding world, Ms. Hartcher's grandfather founded the Literary Society while he was alive, convening a group of writers and trying to use their influence to influence the law.

But it failed in the end. The local merchants in the wizarding world would not allow a Muggle to do business in the wizarding world, because once this opening was opened, a large number of Muggle merchants would overwhelm them with cheap and high-quality goods.

If you have never seen the light, you can naturally endure the darkness.

If they didn't know about the magic world, the Hartcher family would naturally not have any ideas, but they already knew about the magic world. How could these merchants let this market go?

Naturally, they would spare no effort to squeeze in, and even spread questionnaires to find the person in the prophecy.

How could Hermione help Ms. Hartcher?

Loya was a little curious.