Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

In northern Germany, in a suburb outside Bremen, several white-haired old men were drinking coffee and chatting.

This place is sparsely populated. Even tourist groups will not pass by here today. Not many young people want to live here. But the advantage is that it is clean. The town has all the basic facilities. People come home day and night and meet up with a few friends.

Drinking beer and singing songs, this life is indeed more comfortable than in the city.

"Joseph, how is your son doing recently?" The old man sitting on the far right held up a cup of coffee. This thing has a heavy meaning, but it is also the favorite relaxing drink of Europeans.

"He is in Boran. East and West Germany have just been unified a few years ago. Now is the time to live in Germany." The old man named Joseph is sitting in the center of the sofa chair. He is a Soviet Union who stayed in Germany during World War II.

He was a war reporter who entered Boran with the Soviet army. However, he was ambushed and seriously injured while accompanying the army, and he has been living in Bremen ever since.

"Joseph, you are so lucky. Now your son's problem has been solved, and your grandson is studying engineering at the University of London. His future is uncertain."

"I'm borrowing your good words."

Several old men laughed, and a cheerful atmosphere came from the coffee shop.

"Heavy news! Heavy news! Something big has happened!!"

A young man rushed in with a newspaper. The old men frowned, as if they were dissatisfied with the young man's flustered appearance.

"Why are you still so reckless? How old are you?" the old man by the window scolded.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa." The young man realized his gaffe, "But you must read this news."

He handed over the newspaper, and several old men came up with it. There were a few big words written on it:

The backhand Fangwang Cave in Xixele was discovered, and the price was related to the earthquake a few days ago.

"Earthquake? We had an earthquake a few days ago?" Joseph asked.

"How long have you been out of society, Joseph? You haven't watched TV these days, have you?" The old man on the right greeted the waiter at the bar, "Amanda, help turn on the TV."

The young waiter clicked on the remote control, and the black TV screen received an analog signal. The Bairan TV station was broadcasting disaster reports.

"Well, I was there two days ago at the Kolia small mine, but this mine has been abandoned for a long time." He smacked his lips, "I used to work in that mine, but after the end of World War II, my relationship

If we didn't invest money in the operation now, Qiang Company would go bankrupt three years later, and our workers would then lose their jobs."

"Xixingler's Fangwang Cave? How could this bastard know that the people of the country were going to blow him up as soon as he opened the car?" Joseph smacked his mouth.

"I know that Shixele used the Kolya small mine as a cover to build a defensive cave underneath, and even competed with the Ming people to build an atomic bomb. Once an atomic bomb appeared in the Ming country, he could hide now.

In the Fangwang Cave that I built myself."

"It's not that you Soviets are too weak. Back then, you went straight to the Yellow Dragon."

"Forget it, we don't want to see who is obsessed with it now." Joseph sneered. "That guy Khrushchev? He made the Soviet Union disband. It is now called the Russian Little Federation."

"Okay, okay, little Russian Federation." The old man on the right took a sip of coffee, "Hey, by the way, did the experts say what was the cause of the earthquake?"

"What else could be the reason for this? Why are the plates moving?" Joseph said. "Why do you ask this?"

"That place doesn't seem to be where the plate is touching the ground, right? I've never heard of an earthquake happening there."

"Why do you have so many? You're not a geologist." The old man smiled. "And this earthquake? We didn't even feel it here."

"Really? Luo Zhisang, don't think too much about it now." Joseph smiled and said, "Keep drinking? There are many earthquakes on the earth."

It is true that earthquakes are rare in Germany? But the damage caused by wizards? Muggles can only deal with it as a natural disaster.

Of course, in the fast-paced 1990s, this trend has been popular for nearly two decades. Nowadays, no one pays attention to it, and there have been no casualties. Most people only regard it as a conversation piece after dinner.

In the Little Candinavia Mountains of Norway, there is a place that no one wants to approach. It is covered by giant trees all year round and the sunlight can hardly penetrate. In Norway, there is a legend that every month

On full-moon nights, nearby residents will always hear the roar of wolves. The sound is like a sharp blade under the dark night king, cutting through the peaceful life.

The elders in the village believed that there was a monstrous evil in the trees, but the Norwegians still ignored it. Over time, the land became Fenrir's tombstone among the Nordic Muggles.

Little Messery and Little Lu Shi had arrived near the village three days ago. Now no one lives in the mountains. The Muggles have all moved to the foot of the Little Candinavia Mountains. The entire mountain range has become a place for adventurers.

Holy place.

"Mom, is the werewolf tribe really here?" Lu Shixiao looked around warily with his wand. Although it was not a full moon, the combat effectiveness of werewolves under normal conditions was not weaker than that of two ordinary adult wizards.

Look at Fenrir Jin Liang, and Changzhi's blood-drinking wolf has a cruel life history. Who knows what Jin Liang will do when they meet.

"According to the historical records, we are here today." Messerli nodded, and she dressed up with some techniques, so that she looked like an Arab woman wearing a headscarf, without the God of Thunder at all.

The president's temperament.

The whole forest is cold and windy. Although it is only July, in the forest at high altitude where there is not much heat conduction, the road is so small that I feel the slightest chill.

"Crack!"

Someone didn't know who stepped on the dead branches on the ground. Almost instantly, the giant tree in front of them suddenly fell over the two of them.

"Split into pieces!"

Lu Shixiao reacted very quickly. He pushed Messerli to the side and held the wand in his other hand. The whole tree cracked the moment it was about to hit him.

Two bodies were revealed behind the giant tree, and one of them, Kuaiyin, made a small attack towards the road. He did not use magic, but the physical attack that he was best at.

"Collapse!"

The red light of the coma spell didn't have much effect when it hit the base of the body. Because of it, it increased instead of decreasing, so he slapped the wand from Lu Shi's little hand.

He saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes full of wolf history mixed with a slightly ugly face, and the werewolf curse left an indelible mark on his face.

However, he did not attack Lu Shi. The moment he was about to raise his fist, he was stopped by the rope spell held by Messery behind him, and he was thrown to the ancient tree on the side. The thick trunk

It was almost broken.

The werewolf in normal state roared angrily, but was stopped by another companion.

"Wait a minute, Little Auggie, they are wizards, don't conflict with them head-on."

Lu Shixiao felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, so he got closer, and in the dim light, he could see clearly the person's face that looked a little sick but kind.

"Professor Lu Ping? Is that you?"