Hogwarts time travel

The two divided the spoils in front of the treasure chest. Although Hermione refused in every possible way, she still got a total of six thousand galleons worth of gold, and she didn't know if the gold could be exchanged back to the original era.

Leaving that mysterious space, Tuke subconsciously touched the parchment on his chest, and looked at Hermione.

"Where are you going?"

The two of them had already divided up the loot, and the next step was to part ways, but Hermione looked at Tuke suspiciously.

"The Ripper... no, the murderer who killed several prostitutes, shall we not catch him?"

"Oh, he." Tuke seemed a little careless, "Muggle policemen are not stupid, they will catch that guy, you don't have to worry about it."

"I think I still have to catch him with my own hands," Hermione said firmly.

"In this case, I'm afraid I can't accompany you." Tuke shook his head, "I still have things to do."

"Then let's separate here." Hermione was not surprised, and nodded easily.

"Wait," Hermione pulled Tooke suddenly, "will your wand be monitored by the Ministry of Magic?"

Tu Ke's face changed slightly, obviously he ignored this terrible thing.

If the Ministry of Magic reacted quickly enough, it was likely that the church would already be surrounded by Aurors.

Leaning on the railing and looking around, Tuke heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see the figure of the Auror.

"Just go to the black market and buy one. There are many magic wands that can block tracking."

"You may have to get used to the style of the dark wizard in the future, so don't ask so much for the wand."

"Actually," Hermione took out a slender chopstick-shaped wand, "I have a spare here, do you need it?"

"Thank you." Tuke took it subconsciously, waved the wand, and found that there was no discomfort after changing the wand. This wand is very docile, and it seems that anyone can use it.

Such a wand may not have powerful abilities, but it is definitely the most adaptable.

Loya made a lot of this kind of standard wands before, and Hermione kept a lot of them, and Hermione kept them in a small beaded bag, and it came in handy this time.

"Can I ask what you are going to do?" Before leaving, Hermione asked Tuke curiously.

"I'm going to find Helena." Tuke said slowly after being silent for a long time.

"Oh, you..." Hermione suddenly realized, "Then I wish you good luck? No, it's better to be healthy."

Tuke's face became even darker, he waved his hands, and strode outside.

Hermione disappeared in place instantly after watching Tuke leave.

In the boat of time, Loya has been waiting for a long time. A pot of hot tea is boiling in the cabin, and the water vapor slowly drifts out, forming a layer of magnificent clouds over the hull, like gaseous gemstones, under the refraction of sunlight in the air Extraordinarily beautiful.

This is a spectacle created by water vapor being affected by the colorful colors of the time tunnel.

"Have a drink." Loya poured out a cup of tea carefully and put it in Hermione's hand.

Hermione took the tea happily, raised her neck and drank it down.

"Ahhh!" Hermione stuck out her scalded tongue, and the teacup fell off, and Loya quickly caught it.

"I forgot to remind you, I didn't let the tea cool down, so I have to wait, or drink it in small sips."

Loya poured another cup, and this time Hermione learned her lesson, sipping a little bit along the rim of the cup, feeling her body gradually warming up, her eyes couldn't help but narrow her eyes happily.

"Ah, it's really delicious. Does this have something to do with it?" Hermione looked at the time tunnel outside, "Isn't it also fished?"

Hermione was originally joking, but Loya looked at her with a strange expression, "How do you know?"

"Really?" Hermione's eyes widened, "How did you catch this?"

"The fish I caught had some grass seeds in their bellies, so I planted them in the cabin."

Loya lifted the curtain of the cabin, and motioned Hermione to look at the flower pot placed in front of the window. There was an emerald green plant growing in it, and a few leaves swayed on the branches of the plant.

"I didn't expect it to be alive and grow leaves, so I tried soaking it in water to drink. I didn't expect you to like it."

Hermione heard something wrong in Loya's words, "Is this your first time?"

"Yeah." Luo Ya looked as if it should be taken for granted, "Didn't this make you catch up?"

"Loya!" Hermione rushed forward angrily, "You actually treat me like a guinea pig!"

Hermione's hand passed through Loya's body, and the girl stopped.

"Can you really come back to life?" Hermione asked Loya sadly, her arms trembling a little.

"I've been busy for a long time, but I can't see any possibility of saving you."

"Don't be discouraged, girl." Loya's face was still full of confidence, "Life is born to complete certain missions, and I will never die before I complete those missions."

"Hmm!" Hermione nodded heavily. She didn't know whether she believed Loya's words, or used her nod to convince herself. In short, Hermione no longer had the dazed expression just now, and became more determined.

"Then we continue to the next era?"

"No, go pick up Jack the Ripper."

"why?"

"Because you want to do it, then doing it is the best choice."

Hermione, who was supported by Loya, was full of confidence, but she was a little at a loss after leaving the boat of time.

Where should I go?

Then Loya gave Hermione an address.

"This is the information I dug out from the vampire's brain. This address should have something to do with Jack the Ripper."

……

This is a villa, the original white walls have turned yellow, unknown plants grow in the corners, and even the steps in front of the door are covered with moss, as if no one has been here for a long time.

But in the attic of the villa, a thin figure nestled in a corner and fell asleep quietly, breathing softly from time to time.

Suddenly, the whole body of the figure trembled violently, like a dehydrated shrimp, it began to twitch and convulse, rolling on the ground continuously, and after a few minutes, it fell into a calm state like death.

In the oppressive attic, after an unknown period of time, a low-pitched laughter suddenly sounded, at first it was just a small sound from the throat, as time passed, the laughter became louder and louder, and finally echoed in the entire attic, filling the Countless madness.

"That guy, is he dead?" A voice murmured to himself, and the figure slowly crawled out from the darkness, like some kind of arthropod, revealing a pale and bloodless cheek, which looked like a ghost under the moonlight in the attic. The face of a dead person, lifeless and emotionless.

"Who is next? This time, I can choose by myself, right?" The man said to himself, took out a stack of newspapers and rummaged through them, and finally landed on the largest news page with his slender fingers like a woman .

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