A Showdown Between Two Couples / They Start Showering Each Other with Affection at the Drop of a Hat~

"Great, there's really no one here!"

She glanced cautiously at the front desk, and sure enough, the House-elf with their usual wide-eyed stares were nowhere to be seen... Seeing this, middle-aged Hermione couldn't help but reveal a confident smile.

This was all thanks to her prior scouting. Perhaps because the nursing home was short-staffed, there was a gap at this time of night when the House-elf changed shifts, which made it convenient for them to sneak in.

What she didn't know was that this shift change time had only recently been adjusted...

The group walked carefully down the corridor, their feet shrouded in luxurious carpets that made no sound at all; even someone following behind them might not be noticed.

"The lights here are too bright; we'll be easily spotted if anyone comes near," the middle-aged Potter said warily, frowning. "It would be best to turn them all off, then we can use the Disillusionment Charm and the Invisibility Cloak to investigate."

"Leave this to me~" Middle-aged Ron suddenly smiled smugly. He took out something that looked like a lighter from his pocket, pressed it casually, and the lights in the entire corridor immediately went out.

"The Deluminator that Professor Dumbledore gave me has come in handy again!"

"Well done, Ron!" Middle-aged Hermione praised her husband happily.

"It's all dark now, but this makes it feel a lot like when we went to the Department of Mysteries to steal Harry's Prophecy Orb," the middle -Ginny remarked. "Only without Neville and... Luna Lovegood."

"Alright, Ginny, stop talking now."

The middle-aged Potter interrupted his wife in a low voice, whether it was because she mentioned someone, or because of what happened in the Department of Mysteries years ago—a foolish tragedy in itself—was unclear.

"I don't care about your past experiences at all right now, I just want to find my son right away!" The middle-aged Malfoy stomped his foot angrily. He had had enough of these people dawdling, so he simply broke away from the group, picked a room, and barged in!

"Hey, Draco!" The middle-aged Potter was startled by what he saw, but just as he was about to stop him, he was blocked by the middle-aged Hermione next to him.

"That works too. There are so many rooms here, we can be more efficient if we split up," middle-aged Hermione suggested.

"Alright, I'll take Ginny straight to the third floor. If anything happens, just signal with your wand." After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged Potter readily agreed and led his wife toward the stairwell.

He was actually just as anxious as a middle-aged Malfoy.

"Let's leave Draco here and go upstairs." Seeing that the Potters had already started, middle-aged Hermione also took middle-aged Ron and hurried upstairs.

And so, the five-person time travel group split into three teams in the nursing home.

What they didn't know was that all their actions were being watched clearly in the darkness.

"They actually scattered here. I don't know if they're in too much of a hurry or if they just don't think much of me." Through the magical surveillance system built from the crystal ball and the Sneakoscope, Harry could clearly see everything that was happening in the nursing home.

When he discovered that the five people had actually split into three groups, his expression couldn't help but be a little amused and exasperated.

Isn't this just blatantly giving it away?

The feeling of dealing with my grown-up self is surprisingly easy; it's quite a strange feeling indeed.

"I'm actually quite interested in the Department of Mysteries they mentioned," Hermione said, looking at the crystal ball. "Why did they try to take your Prophecy Orb?"

"Because before that, no one had told him about that Prophecy," Luna Lovegood interjected casually from the side.

"Anyway, now that they've scattered, we'll take them down one by one. I'll have Corvus deal with that guy who barged in; you can handle the rest," Harry said to the two girls with a smile.

"Ginny Weasley, I'll choose her." Luna Lovegood was the first to decide on her target, and teleported directly to an empty room on the third floor via the fireplace that had been converted from her office.

"As for me, I'd like to go see my adult self over there." After thinking for a while, Hermione finally decided that she wanted to talk to 'herself' in person.

"I'll go with you then," Harry said, getting up to follow Hermione. "I'll deal with Ron Weasley from that world."

"Uh... I thought you were going to deal with yourself."

Hermione hesitated for a moment upon hearing this. She could not only see Harry's cold smile, but she could also smell the distinct...

The smell of vinegar.

"I've already had my godfather, Severus Snape, and Lupin stay in the room with those two brats." Harry made a disgusted face. "The only thing that guy on the other side is useful to me is providing more information about that timeline. I can't be bothered to look at his face, which is etched with signs of a midlife crisis."

"You just wanted him to see those who are no longer 'there,' didn't you?" Hermione laughed, taking Harry's arm. "Come on, you two-faced jerk."

The scene shifts to the first floor of the nursing home, where middle-aged Malfoy has already overheard Hermione's decision to split up. He feels that this would be much more efficient, but he's too lazy to say anything.

However, after searching several rooms on the first floor, he still found nothing, which inevitably made him more anxious.

"Scorpius, where are you?" he anxiously murmured his child's name, then pushed open another door.

"Damn it... it's still not here!"

He went inside to check and found it was still empty, so he cursed under his breath.

But when he was about to turn around, he found that the door slammed shut!

"What's going on?" The middle-aged Malfoy quickly pulled out his wand and became alert.

"Do you think this is some kind of place where you can come and go as you please?"

A voice suddenly came from the doorway. After lighting his wand, the middle-aged Malfoy looked closely and saw the figure of a man in his thirties gradually appearing.

Who are you?!

He gripped his wand warily; the person before him was a complete stranger.

In 1994, Harry Potter knew most of his social connections, but he had never known that such a guy existed.

"Anyway, they're just unrelated people... Expelliarmus!"

It was Corvus who came to deal with the middle-aged Malfoy. Taking advantage of the opponent's distraction, he immediately unleashed a spell.

"Protego!" Upon seeing this, the middle-aged Malfoy panicked and quickly activated the Shield Charm to protect his body.

But then, several beams of light of different colors Accio towards him and completely enveloped his body!

"This is really easy!"

After a flurry of light and shadow, Corvus leisurely put away his wand and casually dusted off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes.

The outcome of a battle between a middle-aged spoiled brat who neglects physical training and spends his days hoarding his family fortune and waiting to die, and an experienced elite Auror who has captured and killed countless dark wizards, is naturally a foregone conclusion.

So, not long after the five time travelers separated, the middle-aged Malfoy was already the first to disappear from the game.

Chapter 737 A Showdown Between Two Couples

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the nursing home, the middle-aged Granger and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were carefully searching each room.

They started their search from the very corner, only to be met with a devastating attack in the very first room.

"Phew... I really can't believe I'd see Barty Crouch here!" After carefully leaving the room, middle-aged Ron patted his chest and said with lingering fear, "Shouldn't this guy... be dead by now?"

"In our context, he should be under the Imperius Curse and locked up at home," the middle-aged Hermione said, shaking her head. "However... if he had lived here too, perhaps he wouldn't have been killed by his son. That should be considered a good thing."

"Yes, yes, you think the world is perfect, right?" middle-aged Ron complained, pouting.

Of course, he also admitted in his heart that the world today was indeed better than theirs.

His rigid third brother hadn't broken up with Penelope, George hadn't yet had his ear cut off by Snape's curse, and Fred was still alive.

With their father Arthur now serving as the acting Minister of Ministry of Magic, the Weasley family's standard of living has improved significantly thanks to his, Percy's, and the twins' salaries.

Besides, Sirius is not a criminal and can show his face openly; those once-hated Death Eater have been dealt blows and are now howling in despair; and Harry Granger himself is now rivaling Dumbledore in popularity.

All is well...

Everything in this world is more perfect than theirs.

The only problem is that Hermione chose to be with Harry, which is something that middle-aged Ron finds hard to accept.

And he also didn't want to hear his wife praising the world here... not even half a word!

"I'm going to check over there!" Suddenly overcome with inexplicable anger, middle-aged Ron stopped walking with his wife and instead turned and pushed open another door.

However, the moment he stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind him, and he met a pair of dark, emerald eyes...

"Who are you..."

"Ron Weasley... did you just give her a hard time?" Seeing the boy's anything but friendly face, middle-aged Ron's expression froze.

But then, the nameless anger in his heart began to intensify.

"You're only fourteen. I don't care how you two came together in this world, but she's my wife now, and I can do whatever I want with her..."

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of light instantly illuminated the dark room, and a muffled thud immediately swallowed up all his words.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Immediately afterwards, a series of muffled thuds from striking flesh began to echo in the room, but since a soundproof barrier had been set up beforehand, they couldn't be heard from the outside.

"Tch... I don't care how you two got together... but that doesn't stop me from wanting to punch you~"

In the pitch-black room, Harry casually clapped his hands, then dragged the person with a bruised and swollen face out of the room.

"Seriously... what's wrong with this guy now?!" In the corridor, because of Ron's sudden outburst, Hermione, also annoyed by his attitude, decided not to chase after him and instead went into another room...

"I think it's normal for you two to have disagreements..."

"Stupefy!"

It should be said that the middle-aged Hermione was always very alert. When she heard the sound behind her, she immediately cast a spell and flung it out.

However, this attack was obviously no match for the person behind her. The other party simply waved his wand casually and easily deflected the ball of light that was shot at him.

At this moment, the middle-aged Hermione had also clearly seen what the newcomer looked like.

"Are you... me when I was young?" Seeing the girl behind her who looked exactly like her at fourteen, but was clearly more beautiful, the middle-aged Hermione was stunned.

However, she quickly regained her original alert yet composed expression.

"You don't seem surprised to see me at all. It seems... you already know all about us." The middle-aged Hermione spoke calmly, while putting down her wand.

"Aren't you the same? You're already not planning to take action." Hermione smiled at this. "Harry said before that you can definitely see the current situation much more easily than the others."

It's true, the feeling of facing your future self face-to-face is quite amazing.

The two sides are both familiar and unfamiliar; while they are at odds, they can also roughly understand each other's thoughts.

"Let's get straight to the point. What do you want in return for the two children?" Hermione asked bluntly.

After seeing her younger self, she knew that the other person must know them very well and probably didn't have any hostility towards them.

Otherwise, given Harry and Hermione's intelligence, being both at Eagle House, they could have launched a full-scale attack immediately if they had the upper hand, without needing to arrange this meeting.

"Let's wait until that person on your side finishes their journey," Hermione said calmly. "As for me... I'm just curious and wanted to ask you what you really think."

"What I think...you mean Ron? Ha, Miss Granger, at 14, I think it's the most normal choice." The middle-aged Hermione seemed to have guessed Hermione's question and easily retorted, "Harry is certainly dazzling and excellent; you all notice him. But undeniably, Ron also has his own unique strengths..."

"Indeed, to be able to sulk in a situation like that without even knowing what happened is quite unique." Hermione's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Besides that... do you want me to praise him for being impulsive and brainless, or for being petty and insecure?"

"Young lady, don't forget, if Harry hadn't been adopted by your family by some twist of fate, you two might not have developed such a deep bond!" The middle-aged Hermione retorted rudely, her tone gradually becoming more and more aggressive.

"You should know very well what kind of destiny Harry carries. It's hard for ordinary people to cross paths with him, and being with him would be even more difficult. So, we might be best friends, but we could never be together! In comparison, Ginny is clearly more suitable than me, in every way."

Admittedly, what the other party just said were all Ron's bad habits, and he still hasn't changed them.

But if middle-aged Hermione just admits it like that, wouldn't that mean she really has a problem with her judgment in choosing people?!

Moreover, in terms of thoughtfulness and enjoyment of life, Ron is indeed much better than Harry now.

"And most importantly, didn't you know Harry's a sucker for good looks? Before Ginny, he liked Cho Chang, and they even kissed!"

With that final blow, middle-aged Hermione felt victory was assured!

"So... Ms. Granger - Weasley, how exactly did you come to the conclusion that you're inferior to Ginny Weasley?"

However, at that moment, another voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"And even if I am a sucker for looks, isn't my Hermione much prettier than that Weasley?!"

Chapter 738 They start showing off their love without even saying a word!

"It's you?"

The middle-aged Hermione looked up abruptly, and when she saw that the person who had come was actually the young Harry, a clear look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She clearly hadn't expected to be able to spot the other party's key figures so quickly.

Moreover, this Harry is quite different from the boy she remembers when he was 14.