"Time travel? Bah! No thank you, I’m not interested. Why don’t you recruit Hermione Granger instead?" he asked sourly, rubbing at his forehead. "Merlin knows she’d be better at this than me, and she already works in a bloody Time Room. She’s disarming the stupid bomb as we speak." He paused. She’d been disarming the bomb, hadn’t she? But—that explosion couldn’t have been real, right? Where was she? Was she okay? Could these Temporal Aurors have brought her here too?