Hogwarts time travel

All the wizards crushed the biscuit silently, and the dregs fell all over the floor, but no one paid attention, and all their eyes were on the note in the biscuit.

Ron looked around, and finally chose to stuff the fortune cookie into his mouth, chewed for a while, and finally spit out a note.

George and Fred, who had been following Ron all the time, were speechless. Brother Ron, is there something wrong with his mind?

Of course, Ron has no problem with his brain. He did this to confuse the public and prevent the other party from guessing his thoughts.

An occasional act of insanity can go a long way in hiding yourself, especially when you're around smart people.

The Weasley twins were undeniably smart, and big smart.

Ron unfolded the note, and there was a line of thin text on it.

【Sincerity, bravery and truth are the salvation of human life. 】

What do you mean?

Ron was taken aback, without thinking too much, put the note away, and observed all the wizards present.

These wizards looked different after seeing the note, but most of them were calm, and none of them showed fear.

The person who got the corresponding note stood up and showed the note in his hand to everyone.

Ron glanced at it, and there was a swashbuckling font on it.

[George and Weasley]

Ron laughed, these two people are quite narcissistic.

But Ron suddenly felt something was wrong. If this fortune cookie was really distributed randomly, wouldn't it be troublesome for him to get it?

Is it time to send out fortune cookies again?

It appears that the outcome of the fortune cookie was artificially controlled by George and Fred.

Ron looked at the ten wizards who got the note, but he didn't see anything false or true.

George and Fred stood up, said some pep talk again, and left the restaurant with ten wizards.

Ron didn't follow up blindly, he is still an outsider now.

He wanted to find Jane to understand the situation, but when he turned around, he couldn't find the girl.

Ron scratched his head, didn't feel lost, and simply wandered around the base.

No one came to stop Ron, and he was happy and relaxed, looking left and right in the base.

Soon, Ron found out the situation of the base.

The area open to Ron has dormitories and restaurants, in addition to a gym.

There are also warehouses and armament rooms, one is for storing supplies, and the other is for various wands and potions.

The gym is filled with all kinds of exquisite fitness equipment, which looks quite professional. Except for no electronic products, it is quite complete.

Ron saw many wizards, here they all took off their robes, learning how to exercise awkwardly.

It seems that these wizards are not very good at it?

Some wizards looked trembling, and Ron was so scared that they might be crushed to death by equipment at any time.

Ron watched, stepped forward, and began to guide them to exercise.

Ron's actions were not trusted at first, but as time went by, these wizards found that Ron's method was very useful.

Although it didn't improve their quality immediately, it made their exercise easier.

These wizards were not ignorant, and immediately drew a lot closer to Ron.

Half an hour later, Ron walked out of the gym with a smile, and a group of wizards behind him happily sent him off with a look of reluctance.

Ron has become one with them very quickly.

Ron's next move was going to the restaurant, which was crowded with people when no wizards were eating.

They're all restaurant workers, and they're wizards, too, but a lot of them are Squibs without the ability to cast spells.

Inside, Ron saw an acquaintance, much like a "friend" from his past.

Walking into the restaurant, the friend was busy at the table humming an unknown song.

The twelve dining tables in the middle had more pure white tablecloths, and there were also vases on the dining tables.

Inside the bottle are the same pure white flowers that waft a faint fragrance in the air.

It can be seen that this "friend" arranged it very carefully, and there are still water droplets on the flowers.

"Is this for wizards who are going out on missions?" Ron stepped forward and asked.

The man turned around with a broad smile.

"Yes, Mr. Ron, why come to the restaurant when you are free?"

"Having nothing to do during the day, so wandering around. Is there anything we can do to help, Mr. Filch?"

That's right, this friend is Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, but in this world, Hogwarts was destroyed, many teachers and students wandered around, some of them were destroyed by Dumbledore's new Hogwarts Absorbed, many are scattered all over the UK.

Filch was one of the lost ones. Without magical abilities, he was lucky enough to escape the hunt of the Muggles, and was finally taken in by the Magic Society.

Here, there are a lot of Squibs, most of whom lost their jobs in the wizarding world due to Muggle attacks.

They are very sad. Without magical abilities, they are no different from Muggles, but they don't have the common sense of the Muggle world. They are bullied in the Muggle world and live worse than homeless people.

So Filch, who was taken in, was very grateful to the Magic Society.

But this situation is very likely to slowly mutate over time, because there are wizards who can cast magic around, it is difficult not to develop a humble psychology, and eventually become abnormal.

That's what Filch used to be.

But the place is different. In the magic association, these wizards perform missions every time to protect these squibs, and they may not all come back every time. Filch, who has been protected so desperately, has no jealousy at all, only I am deeply grateful.

"Oh, of course!" Filch laughed, pointing to the white flowers on the table.

"Although it has been carefully preserved, it is still a bit wilted. Can you use magic to make it bloom?"

"No problem!" Ron stepped forward, swept his wand, and the white flowers were shocked, releasing a more serene fragrance.

"What kind of flower is this?" Ron leaned closer and smelled it, feeling very refreshed.

"It's a daisy." Filch smiled. "The language of flowers is peace, hope, pure beauty and the love buried in my heart."

"Oh~" Ron looked at Filch strangely, but he didn't expect this guy to be quite serious.

Filch sat down on the seat expectantly, staring fixedly at the daisies on the table.

"I hope Merlin will bless you, that George and Fred can come back safely, not one less."

Ron noticed that the cafeteria staff who were busy just now also temporarily stopped their work and bowed their heads silently to pray.

Ron sighed and lowered his head.

After chatting with Filch and the others for a while, Ron got up and walked towards the room.

That massage table Ron still wants to look into it.