Chapter 470: Newmontgard (modified)
Although the projections with Dumbledore and Voldemort always ended in failure, everyone still enjoyed it. Apart from finishing their work, they basically spent their time in the training room. Not only can you experience it yourself, but you can also learn a lot about the confrontation of others.
In this way, everyone felt the growth of their own strength, even the most shallow combat experience Morgan Le Fay? Mrs. Harris, Daisy and Hermione have all made rapid progress.
Irving looked at such a gratifying situation, he decided to lead everyone to relax, but unlike last year, most people have busy work in the Ministry of Magic this time, so after holding several parties, he Arlene and Grindelwald were arranged to meet, and by the way, the sons and the girls had the opportunity to travel alone during the holidays. Unfortunately, Penello was unable to travel again because of Auror's work.
Germany? Bavaria? Nuremberg, at noon, there are all kinds of people in the central square. Here, you can see all the fashionable characters, all kinds of pepper honey pie, high-level handmade art, hot Red wine and everything that creates atmosphere can be found here. This is a very attractive place.
There are people from many countries in the world, everyone speaks different languages, wears all kinds of clothes, and there is a scene of joy and peace everywhere, just like the carnival is fascinating.
"Two million people come to this world-famous Christmas market every year, and the products sold here are really selected products." Hermione looked at the crowds with interest, trying to distinguish between them and They are the same kind of people-wizards.
Finally Hermione's gaze fixed on Luna who spread the breadcrumbs to the pigeons not far away.
This is really a beautiful picture: a girl is standing in the sun with a happy expression on her face, and the sun shines on her clothes, producing a halo-like soft color. Her face is very beautiful, with a fresh and moving atmosphere. Her hair is beautiful, light blonde and shiny, making her particularly attractive in this picture.
"Be careful." Allen held Hermione's shoulders. She only looked at the distance, but ignored her feet and stepped on the pigeon **** and almost slipped.
"Thank you Allen." Hermione was a little embarrassed. She forcibly resisted the idea of "cleaning up" in front of the Muggle and rubbed her soles on the clean ground.
The following journey, Hermione was uncomfortable. She had an urge to throw the shoes that made her feel smelly far away, just staring at her feet, considering quietly using magic spells to clean up. When it was possible, a pair of white low-heeled sandals appeared in front of her.
"It's really beautiful." Hermione wanted to say "really intimate", but the words became like this. She happily took over the new shoes, kicked off the original shoes and put them on.
"Well, it's beautiful." Alan also admired looking down for a while.
Hermione raised her head, causing Alan to laugh with a serious and innocent look.
Hermione lowered her head and leaned over, trying to pick up the old shoes and throw them away, but Allen had already taken the lead to help her get rid of these eye-catching shoes.
Allen's considerate care makes Hermione happy. Now, Hermione is no longer embarrassed and shy. She enjoys the scenery and food of this strange city with a happier smile than when she first arrived.
The crowd strolled around for a while, and a tall young man hurried towards them, his arms swaying quickly beside him, and the smile on his face was greasy and unsuitable for his age.
"Hello, Allen? Harris Harris, this is Matthias Schweichoff." Matthias was very enthusiastic, contacted Irving? Harris told him that as long as his son is satisfied, he can take it himself. A large sum of money was enough for him to luxuriate in the tavern for a few months, much more generous than the last time he sent him in.
"Let's go." Allen nodded to Matthias.
"I'm so sorry, I can only go there alone." Matthias rubbed his hands and smiled with a shy face. "Although the management is not too strict in fact, it also needs you to use the compound medicine to pretend to be my partner. In order to take you in. Obviously that place is not suitable for two beautiful ladies. "
Allen looked at Hermione and Luna, "I went to Newmontgarde with him, you two ..."
Hermione blinked and said quickly: "I want to go back to the hotel first." Hermione looked at her feet. Although she had put on new shoes, her cleanliness still made her feel uncomfortable. If there is a scent of pigeon excrement, there will remain.
"I'm shopping there waiting for you." Luna pointed to a Muggle luxury store in Dolce & Gabbana, a store on the far corner, and a lot of goods were piled up at its door waiting to be moved.
Allen nodded, and Matthias used the Phantom Shift after walking towards the unmanned alley.
Newmongarde Wizard Prison, in front of the towering, dark and far away human tower, Allen has turned into a bloated middle-aged man with a red nose and lees through the compound soup.
"For greater benefit." Allen read out the famous Grindelwald quote above the entrance to Newmongarde in German. This slogan was actually inherited by the Harris family and is often used at parties. .
"Newmongarde is a prison built by Grindelwald to hold those who opposed him. After he was defeated in a century duel with Albus Dumbledore, he himself was put in." Then Matthias introduced.
"Next, Master Harris, please don't talk. You haven't seen my partner. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't imitate his tone and speaking habits even if he speaks German." Matthias looked a Right, tells.
Allen nodded and stopped talking.
Entering the prison was very smooth. Matthias seemed to have been in the business for a long time. He answered the password with a husky voice with ease, and said a few words to the guard who knew him, explaining that his partner tried yesterday. When eating Mexican food, I ate so badly that I could not speak, and the guards along the way almost glanced at them casually, never verifying their identity again.
"The German Ministry of Magic has been stagnant since the Grindelwald incident, and the British Ministry of Magic, which has been very chaotic than it was in earlier years, is much worse." Allen said quietly and couldn't help but push them away from the Harris family many years ago. The German Ministry of Magic in Britain sarcastically said a few words.
Until the top prison, Matthias smiled: "I'm guarding here, and I've put a chair inside for you. Rest assured, no one will enter except for the meal delivery time."
"Very thoughtful, thank you." Alan smiled and thanked, the big rosacea looked redder.
"I will watch, Master Harris, you can restore your handsome look and see him again. I still have enough compound potions to drink again when you come out." Matthias patted the waist. The hip flask then opened the iron gate leading to the top-level prison corridor.
Allen nodded and strode into the dark corridor.
Waiting for the distortion effect to be lifted, after finishing his grooming, and combing his hair back carefully, Allen walked through countless empty rooms along the magic lights that glow dimly on the walls on both sides of the corridor. In the middle cell, Allen saw the goal of the trip.
