Felix searched patiently and said softly: "I told her in person that there are no examples of long-distance time and space travel. If she thought she was destined to die... Where would she stay in the last part of her life? I should have thought of it long ago."

Felix stared at a light spot in his sight and curled the corner of his mouth. Without much effort, he came to the street where the small townhouse was located. This is the favorite of the middle class and upstart class. Each building is 150-200 square meters, two or three floors high, with a separate small garden and garage.

Felix casts a magic spell on himself, stops in front of a house, stares at the "Granger" on the door number for a while, then walks into the restaurant with the "24h business" sign hanging in the building opposite, orders a few dishes, and re-examines his plan.

He is not going to meet Hermione, at least until he has the ability to address the side effects of long-distance travel, he is not going to do so.

Time travelers will be protected by time converters. If they are just going back to the past one or two hours, this "protection" is not obvious, but if they span a few years, decades, or even hundreds of years, without the energy of the time converter, their end will definitely be miserable.

The most obvious example is the witch who unfortunately returned to five centuries ago. When she returned to her time, she became old instantly. From her prime to her old age, Saint Mungo tried almost everything, but the witch's body was like a sieve, and all means to make up for her vitality had lost its effect.

Felix could only pray that the energy in the flat-headed hourglass taken from the "Despicable Haierbo" was sufficient.

As the sky gradually darkened, Felix sat in the corner of the restaurant, his index finger hitting the table rhythmically, and the guests who came and went ignored him, and ripples spread out, his magic and thoughts quickly covered the restaurant, and then continued to extend outward until the opposite house and nearby blocks were covered.

He used the magic of the Thinking House to replicate all the scenery around him and overlapped it with it. This was similar to his process of building a snowflake promenade in the Quidditch World Cup. He looked up at the clocks on the wall. It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

A car parked opposite and walked down from inside a middle-aged couple. Felix closed his eyes as if he was standing in front of the Grangers. They opened the door with a smile and then parked the car into the garage, and the curtain on the second floor moved.

Despite the dim light at night, Felix clearly "sees" a furry head.

After waiting for a few minutes, he was about to stop the magic when the window on the second floor suddenly opened and an owl flew out from it. Under the cover of the night, no one noticed its trace. The owl circled over the house like a ghost in the night sky, flying toward the night sky.

Hermione stared at the owl for a few seconds and disappeared behind the curtains. But she didn't notice that the owl flew for a while and seemed to be lost, circling in the sky, and then flew uncontrollably in one direction. The door of the restaurant suddenly opened and the owl landed straight in front of Felix.

"Sent to me." Felix stared at the envelope and said to himself. He opened the letter, which was in the familiar font of "Ms. Jane".

"... Probably not writing anymore, I'm going to move to another place. Reading from the newspaper that you became the coach and safety officer of the two Warriors squads of Hogwarts... It's amazing... I saw videos of the second project... The Warriors have to deal with the huge pressure, and I suggest you better give them a hug before the game..."
Chapter completed!