The True Traveler

"Is there something wrong with this kid's head?" That was the only thought Professor McGonagall could have when she saw Ron like this.

But Ron didn't realize this; he thought she was stunned by him.

So he maintained this posture and approached Neville, facing the admiring (or so Ron thought) gazes of countless students.

"Neville, long time no see." He revealed eight teeth, no more, no less.

The 'bright and proper' smile vanished when his gaze fell on the two Malfoy.

"Draco Malfoy".

"Oh dear, Ron Weasley." Tall Draco reacted instantly.

"You're Ron?" Short Draco looked him up and down. "Hmm, your height..."

Since Ron's smile had just disappeared, the two of them only thought he was a bit pretentious, rather than suspecting, like Professor McGonagall, that he had a cerebellar malformation.

But Neville is different.

Having escaped the animalistic atmosphere of Gryffindor, he gradually regained his senses after arriving in this world and even started using utensils to eat.

Therefore, he suspected that the symptoms had worsened during his absence.

It not only affected my personality and eating habits, but also reduced my IQ.

Just as Ron was blaming his lack of height on being a picky eater who didn't like drinking milk when he was a child, another red-haired man stepped off the train with ecstasy, stood atop the suspended spiral staircase, overlooking the entire Hogsmeade and gazing at Hogwarts.

"Is that Hogwarts?"

Ron would be very surprised if he saw this person, who had a face very similar to his own, only more mature-looking and with a beard.

Within the community.

Madison raised an eyebrow and, using Basil's perspective, projected the image of the man in front of her into the air above the hall.

"The true time traveler arrived at Hogwarts."

Sophie grumbled as she browsed the Club Store, which had been modified by Basil's Gemstones, "A single Magic Fiber costs 100 Club Emblem. The only thing I haven't spent money on is my wand. Giving that money to a man..."

Madison gave Sophie a disdainful look. "I'm doing this for Bucky. I'm curious to see how they would feel watching the Harry Potter movies in the Novel World."

"This will increase the world's deflection, and then Bucky will have more gems."

"And where did I not spend money? It cost me seven Galleon. You know, 40 Club Emblem can only be exchanged for 1,000 gold coins (guild gold coins are Galleons)."

During this time, Madison also visited the Movie Harry world, and under Basil's cover, explored Hogwarts Diagon Alley.

The man's wand, made of Unicorn Tail Hair, was purchased from Ollivander in the Movie Harry world.

After all, in the Novel Harry world, wands are determined by their Magic Field, and a red-haired man with magic power might not necessarily be able to use one.

"Talent?" Sophie wanted to refute with precise numbers, but she was instantly stumped as soon as the numbers entered her brain.

"0.28 points." Bellatrix joined the club after it was upgraded and renamed the Chat Group, so she was more used to using points to refer to the Club Emblem. "Sophie, I think you should probably go to school. I mean a proper school."

Sophie ignored Bellatrix's next words, "It's only 0.28 badges. Even if you're unlucky, you can still get 1 badge by signing in every day. How can that be considered spending money?"

Madison ignored Sophie, her attention focused more on the scene in mid-air. As she watched the red-haired man stumble toward Hogwarts, her wicked smile deepened.

Beatrix noticed Bellatrix's 'proper school,' which irritated her, her snow-white chest heaving. "How dare you? Isabella Swan, my prince is the principal of SGE!"

"My bad, Beatrix." Bellatrix then remembered that Basil was also the principal of the School of Good and Evil, "But Sophie's math is really bad."

"You must understand, she is hopeless," Beatrix said with a hint of disdain.

"My math is bad?" Sophie, who thought she had 'defeated' Madison, re-evaluated her surroundings. "I studied sewing! In my day, it was already quite an achievement for a girl to be literate!"

The noise within the club did not hinder the red-haired man's progress.

In fact, he couldn't hear it either.

"That's awesome, that's so cool, if Dan could see that."

Following the tracks of the Thestral carriage and the young wizard's footprints, he soon arrived at the magnificent cast-iron gate. After briefly admiring the winged boar statues atop the stone pillars on either side, he looked at the old man sitting beside the gate.

Because of the World Tree's influence, the cat Mrs. Norris, no longer emaciated, lay asleep beside his legs.

This is nothing like Mr. Blade.

After a brief internal monologue, he tiptoed through the open iron gate, trying not to disturb the old man.

"Who are you?"

"It's over," the red-haired man thought.

The old man sized up the man before him with his bulging eyes. "You must be Mr. Weasley. Dumbledore showed me your picture. However, you look much older. Please come in."

Dumbledore know I was coming?

The man who woke up to find himself on a train, possessing a Grimoire, a wand, and a bag of Galleons, was only briefly surprised.

After discovering he possessed magical powers on the bus and could perform some simple spells, his nerves had become much thicker.

And after all, that's Dumbledore; he knows everything except the location of the Horcrux.

The man straightened his hunched back slightly, feeling guilty. "Yes, I am Lance Weasley."

"Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you on your tour of Hogwarts. I also need to stop some rude foreign tourists from barging into the campus. Who do you think you are, trying to enter Hogwarts without an appointment?" the old man muttered as he sat down.

Why is Filch so polite?

Foreign tourists?

That's right, Hogsmeade Station is built in the sky.

There's also Haunted Hotel, and even Nearly Headless Nick, has to work there.

With that thought in mind, the red-haired man stopped hesitating, stepped onto the stone path, and walked along it towards the castle.

Meanwhile, Neville finally realized that Ron had only been imitating Professor Lockhart, through...

"Look! My perfect smile, showing just the right eight teeth. Lockhart, that liar, is still somewhat useful."

"By the way, did you know? My identity in this world is that of a famous writer, or maybe a journalist, or both."

"Dumbledore invited me to do research at Hogwarts and to compile my experiences there into writing."

"He must have thought I had the air of a scholar."

"Black Lake, you are full of water. Forbidden Forest, you are not black at all now."

(Snape: "Weasley, you still have to do your homework.")

I saw Snape's message.

Ron's smile and the subtle boasting he had shown to Neville and Draco disappeared.

He casually inquired of the tall Draco, who hadn't been live-streaming or revealing any information, "By the way, Malfoy, have you finished your Potions Class homework? I've already done it, with my mother's help in this world."

"She also praised me many times, saying that I was studying Felix Felicis so early and was so familiar with it, which showed that I was very serious about my studies."

Tall Draco didn't even look up. "Oh, homework? I'm a professor at Hogwarts now, and I need to study, so I'll waive the homework. Why?"

"Aren't you one?"

The echo of 'Aren't you?' lingered in Ron's mind, causing him to stumble and fall onto the back of a man dressed in Muggle clothes.

The man turned his head. "Tom! Matthew! You—wait, you wouldn't happen to be...?"

He thought he had entered the world of a heavily modified novel.

After all, neither Filch nor Dumbledore from Chocolate Frog looked like the person he knew.

The two boys looked on in utter astonishment. "You're Ron Weasley?"

Hearing this title he'd heard countless times, the red-haired man nodded subconsciously, then shook his head. "No, I am Lance Weasley."

Then, a voice familiar to the man rang out, "I am Lance Weasley! Merlin's Beard! Mom! Who are you?"

The man then noticed the boy who had bumped into him; it was himself during his ugliest phase of adolescence with long hair, wearing a baggy wizard's robe, and with the same surprised expression on his face as the man's.

"Ron Weasley?"

The man subconsciously guessed, his gaze lingering on two other familiar faces as they walked by, and said, "Draco Malfoy, Neville Lumbaton?"

(Seamus: "Who is this guy?")

(Dean: "Another Ron?")

(Harry: "The point is how he recognized Ron and the others' faces, and who are Tom and Matthew he's talking about?")

(Dumbledore: "Perhaps we are not the only world that has been visited by the Behind-the-Scenes God. Is he one of the lucky ones from other worlds, just like Ron and the others?")

Tall Draco noticed Dumbledore's comment in the live stream. "Are you from another world?"

"Yes." The red-haired man didn't hide anything. He knew that the world had methods of Legilimency, so he had no need to lie. "I am Rupert Grint, an actor. I once played Ron Weasley."

A thought flashed through Neville's mind, "Wait, so the actor playing me is named Matthew?"

Tall Draco frowned. "My name is Tom? The same name as Voldemort?"

Rupert nodded. "Matthew Lewis and Tom Felton."

Ron raised his hand. "Wait, what about Harry? What's the Harry's name?"

"Daniel— " Ron interrupted Rupert before he could finish, "Kree."

(Cedric realized, "So the actor who played me is named Edward Cullen?")

(Phoebe was somewhat disappointed, as she had always used her own name in the mission world.)

(Krum then began to suspect that his name in the Starry World, Stanislav Krum, might be the name of the actor he played.)

"You—" the short Draco, somewhat speechless, "The point isn't your actors' names, but the script, and the future of our world and yours."

Ron shrugged. "There may be some discrepancies, but we already knew that—through the Starry World."

"Who are you?" Rupert then noticed the platinum-blonde boy whose muscular build was still evident even in his loose robes.

"Draco Malfoy," the short Draco confidently called out his name, "Of this world."

"This world? So you're also from another world?" As a fan of The Witcher 3, Rupert immediately thought of the phrase, "The Celestial Convergence!"

"What is the Celestial Convergence?" Neville asked. "Could you explain it?"

"If we compare the world to a lone boat on the ocean, under normal circumstances, no one will ever meet the other. But sometimes, due to the effects of Wind and Rain, two boats that were originally destined to never cross paths will be blown together. This phenomenon is called the Celestial Convergence. When two unrelated worlds collide, the creatures of the two worlds will permeate each other until the wind blows the two boats apart again," Rupert said.

Tall Draco shook his head. "Then this definitely isn't Celestial Convergence. It's a one-way infiltration. No one from this world is going to our world."

Voldemort, who was devoured by Voldemort:

("Draco, you're wrong.")

(Voldemort summoned the Resurrection Stone and twirled it triumphantly between his fingers.)

(Although this stone cannot summon the spirits of this world due to its incompatibility with the local environment, it can still glimpse the afterlife and the power of resurrection contained within it.)

Rupert asked curiously, "How did you know?"

He had roughly determined that the three boys in front of him came from the world of movies.

Could it be that there's a giant Weasley family clock in the Wizarding World that records everyone's status and location?

That's possible.

After all, Rowling only wrote books. Once it becomes a real world, there will definitely be many elements that are not described in the books.

"Do you know about live streaming?" Neville asked in an almost certain tone.

After all, this 'Ron' is acting, so his world should be similar to Muggle society, and Muggle society understands live streaming better.

"Periscope? TikTok? Of course I know." Rupert nodded.

Ron pointed smugly to his brain, "Every wizard has a live streaming platform in their mind, connecting all of us, even the dead. So, if someone disappears and comes to another world, we'll all know as long as they're live streaming."

"I'm talking about wizards from this world going to your world," Rupert said.

"It's the same principle," Neville said. "Public officials in the Wizarding World of various countries are almost everywhere in the Wizarding World, and they are always broadcasting live except for their private time."

"Unless the wizard went to a private, secluded area."

At this point, Neville began to realize something.

Therefore, it is indeed possible for wizards to travel to their world.

Because not every inch of land is exposed to live streaming, and not everyone's live stream is on all the time. The live streaming platform also originated from Harry's wish. It belongs to the wizards of their world. Wizards of other worlds may not be able to obtain it, and even if they do, they may not dare to turn it on.

Tall Draco shook his head. "Neville, you've been tricked. The possibility is almost zero. We're here because the Behind-the-Scenes God descended upon our world, and because of Potter's wish, we have a live streaming platform, along with the bonus opportunity to travel through time."

There is no trace of Behind-the-Scenes God descending upon this world.