Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Unlike England's Ministry of Magic, which is located in the most prosperous central area, and unlike what was shown in previous movies, Germany's Ministry of Magic is an independent building hidden in the mountains on the outskirts of Berlin.

After walking out the door, you are greeted by a small road.

There are twists and turns, and there are wizards guarding every intersection.

Sure enough, there was a platform through here, and Soul raised his wand in accordance with Scamander's instructions.

In Sur's surprised eyes, a motorcycle suddenly came over.

Sul: ...What's with all this Indian style?

It feels like this is a journey with more ups and downs than the Knight Bus. Scamander, you misunderstood me! !

Although he was wailing in his heart, Suer obediently paid the money and got on the motorcycle. The damn driver didn't even provide a helmet. He was driving irregularly and his relatives were in tears. Do you understand?

"I wish you a safe journey, and please don't forget to change your clothes before walking out of here." The driver sent Suer to a small alley, smiled, said a blessing in German, and rushed to the next location.

Of course Suer couldn't understand what the driver said. He just wanted to lean against the wall and take a good rest.

The drivers in Germany are more wild than the drivers of the Knight Bus in England. At least the Knight Bus will not crash into the house, the house will automatically jump out of the way, and the motorcycle here passes directly through the house, strictly following the two The principle of the shortest straight line between points.

In short, never next time!

After waiting for a while, Su Er staggered out of the alley.

Berlin is an ancient city. At the entrance of the alley is an old street paved with bluestones. This old driver sent him to the most prosperous area of ​​Berlin.

Not long after I left, two German girls came towards me.

"Hey, handsome guy, are you playing the role of a priest?" One of the German girls asked curiously in German.

"Sorry, I don't understand." Suer was stunned and asked in English.

"She is asking you, are you playing the role of a priest? You look tired, do you need help?" Another girl enthusiastically helped translate.

Only then did Suer notice that he was still dressed as a wizard.

Oh, no one reminded me.

Or, the driver just reminded him but he didn’t understand?

"Oh, yes, I'm playing the role of a priest, and I'm getting ready to go to the church for worship." Now being reminded, Su Er could only follow their words and continue talking, making nonsense.

"Going to church so late." The girl who spoke English shook her head slightly and asked curiously, "Although it is very rude, but I want to ask, are you not German?".

"Yes, I'm from England." Soul replied softly, "Sorry, I have to go to church now. I'm almost late."

"Okay, there's a baguette shop in front that makes great baguettes. If you feel tired, you can go there and buy one, and then go next door and buy a cup of coffee. It will make you feel better."

"Oh, thank you very much."

After chatting for a few words, Suer said goodbye to the two enthusiastic German girls and went to the bakery they introduced.

There are also many alleys in Berlin. Soul got into them when he was near the bakery. When he came out, he was already dressed as a Muggle.

Oh, come on, of course he won't actually buy baguettes and coffee. He knows exactly what he is here for.

The trains in Germany are not much different from the trains in the UK. They are also very slow. By the time Suhl traveled from northern Germany to the state of North Rhine-Westphalia in the west, the dark sky was already bright. Of course, he did not spend a penny on the journey.

Thanks to the fact that technology is not as advanced as it was in the past, tickets are still checked before boarding the train. A wandless confusion spell allowed Soul to get on the train smoothly.

But after getting off the train, Sur was at a loss again. He asked several people but they still didn't know where Monschau was.

What should I do myself?

At this time, an old man with an unshaven beard and a hat was sitting on a stone bench at the station and was also worried. He kept mumbling and at the same time glanced at the exit.

"Rozier, damn Rozier, you tell me who I should pick up?!"

Suer had no choice but to ask one by one, hoping that someone who knew this place could tell him how to get to that damn Monschau. This was the stupidest way, but it was also the best way at the moment.

"Hello, how can I get to monshcau?"

Macduff was looking at the exit without blinking, hoping to find someone who was dressed or behaved strangely. He knew very well that he would be able to spot those wizards who were behind the times at a glance.

At this time, Suer happened to ask him, blocking his view. Before Macdoff could react, he waved his hand impatiently.

Suer looked at the unshaven old man in front of him. He looked quite like a local, but he seemed unwilling to talk to him. The conversation and inquiry were blocked. Suer shook his head and walked to the other side. There was a kind-hearted old lady there. Maybe Can you give yourself an answer?

"Wait a minute." McDuff finally reacted and stood up abruptly. His old, thin, eagle-like hands grabbed Sur's shoulders, "Are you going to Monschau?"

……

"I've been waiting for you here all night!" McDuff led Suer towards an old-fashioned truck. It had a back bucket with a layer of withered straw spread in the back bucket.

McDuff opened the car door and urged, "You made me miss a good drink. Come in, kid."

"By the way, my name is McDuff."

"You can call me Old Mike."

"Sorry, I didn't expect trains in Germany to be as slow as trains in England." Suer got into the back seat of the car.

"I don't care about that. Damn it, I still have six pigs and twelve sheep to feed. If it weren't for damn Rozier, he would insist on me coming to pick you up..." McDuff got into the driver's seat speaking proficient English. Cursing, he started the vehicle.

The old-fashioned truck spewed exhaust fumes loudly. Suer, who had just gotten into the back seat, was stunned for a moment when he heard McDoff's words from the driver's seat, and then frowned.

Rozier, Rozier...

"Are you saints?!"

"Oh." McDuff stopped complaining and turned his head, showing his teeth that were yellowed by smoke. "I didn't expect that young people today still know about us saints?"

[Actually, the correct translation should be Wu Cui Party. I think it sounds better if I change it to Saint. 】

At the same time, McDuff stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared loudly, McDuff kept turning his head, his men skillfully switched gears, and the old-fashioned trailer suddenly jumped out of the curb.

"Look ahead! There's someone in front!!!" Suer shouted in shock.