Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

At the same time, Salzburg.

As one of the most vibrant ancient cities in Europe, this city that emerged from the discovery of salt mines and is famous in the world for religion and art is no longer in this increasingly capitalized and realistic society. Prosperity.

Last winter, with the sudden disintegration of the largest Red Alliance in human history, there was a celebration like most European cities. The streets of newspapers, radio and TV news all celebrated. Everyone I was so optimistic that everything started to get better, and the Great Depression since World War II finally ended.

However, the politicians lied...or rather, the world lied.

When people were eager to eat bear meat, hoping to survive the cold winter, they found that the falling of the red flag seemed to freeze the winter of Moscow, making the already difficult capital market completely enter the ice age.

The Great Depression did not disappear as people expected.

If it is said that people could still attribute the cause of the Great Depression to the dark clouds of the Cold War, then as the former Soviet Union chose to actively "break the link", the cruel reality finally pierced the beautiful dream that the capital society had been boasting about.

Soaring prices, devaluation of currencies, reduced welfare, reduced food production, sluggish employment...

Even this "Music City" located in the northern foothills of the Alps, known as the Alps Gate, was inevitably affected by the Great Depression. Tourists almost completely disappeared from the city, although many went out. Of young people choose to return to their hometowns, but most of them just stay at home with nothing to do, waiting for the so-called miracle to appear.

It's just that almost everyone understands...

In the real world, there is no soil for miraculous life.

For the old Jerry who has lived in this city all his life, the most intuitive feeling may be the changes that have taken place in the Harnisch tavern in the grain alley of the old city.

Over the years, old Jerry has developed the habit of sitting in the Harnisch Bistro for a while every day.

Compared with the "black shops" that are used to attract tourists, the small shop run by the Maiers is not so much a pub, as it is more like a paradise for avoiding troubles and killing time. Tavern owner Kurt Maier never seems to care about profit, no matter how many customers, he always quietly guards this pure land for the people of Salzburg.

In the eyes of old Jerry, the reason why Kurt Maier opened this tavern is obviously only a personal interest, not a livelihood.

Although the Harnisch bistro is not open every day for a long time, when the sun goes down, the lantern hanging at the entrance of the pub will light up on time, and then go out until the midnight bell rings in the central church.

However, since last fall, the opening hours of the Harnisch Bistro have become irregular.

From the very beginning every day, it opened at 6 o'clock in the afternoon every day, and opened for six hours a day. Later, the door was delayed and closed from time to time. Even some time ago, the whole day was not open. It was an occasional thing.

If it weren’t for seeing the Harnisch bistro sign, Kurt Maier’s spirit was good, and it didn’t look like he was affected by the Great Depression. Old Jerry almost thought that the Maiers were about to move and leave. After all, too many shops in Salzburg have been closed and changed hands during this period. It is said that even the central hospital has changed owners.

Therefore, to old Jerry, the Harnisch Bistro was like the last flame.

If even good people like Kurt Maier can't support it, then this city, and even this country, may have reached the most desolate time. After all... this is already the last tavern in the entire city.

This morning, Old Jerry walked slowly along the stone road of the old street, leaning on a cane as usual.

According to his path plan, he would walk a large circle around the old city, and then sit and rest in the Cathedral of Salzburg, listening to the nuns and priests telling stories, chatting with a few old friends Hey, if you're lucky, you can sometimes see the nuns of the Nunnberg Nunnery narrating doctrine or singing poetry in the central square.

Of course, most of them are elderly black-robed nuns, after all, this is not a big city.

"The last time I heard Kurt said, the officer he used to serve had adopted a little nun from a monastery on the British side, and I don’t know if he would settle down here in Salzburg. If there were such little angels, Life will not be so boring..."

Old Jerry leisurely "patrolled" the old street, looking at the familiar masonry walls around him tirelessly.

The Harnisch bistro did not open again yesterday. Counting the day before yesterday, the light of the Harnisch bistro has not been on for two consecutive days. I don’t know what Kurt Maier is up to during this time, maybe...

Before the messy and diverging thoughts in Old Jerry's mind emerged, the old man suddenly stopped, looked forward in disbelief, and made a strange ho-ho sound in his mouth.

Not far in front of him, the Harnisch tavern opened its doors for an unprecedented time!

If old Jerry remembers correctly, this may be the few times that Harnisch Bistro has opened in the morning over the years. What shocked Jerry even more was that Kurt Maier, the barkeeper who had no expressions all the year round, was leaning on the door, smiling brightly and talking with an old man he had never seen before.

And beside the old man stood a few little girls about eleven or twelve years old, and one of them was a little angel wearing a nun's gown.

In the cool morning breeze, old Jerry vaguely heard a few chats coming from not far away.

"I'm just here to walk, and take the kids to see..." the old man said, "It's still much more comfortable than Hogwarts here. As for that guy? He should still be dealing with the new professor now. You know."

Gellert Grindelwald grinned, pointed at the little granddaughter and her wings behind him, and shook his head.

"The tavern is great. If you don’t have these little guys, I can go in and have a few drinks with you--but not now. I promised Albus to take good care of them and take the children shopping with alcohol. Feeling mad."

"We have milk prepared here..."

Kurt Maier was interrupted by Grindelwald before he finished speaking.

"All right……"

The old wizard patted him on the shoulder, and nodded at the old Muggle man not far away.

"It looks like you still have guests. Salzburg is not small. Our schedule today is quite tight. We will talk about it next time if we have time. Besides, if time permits, I plan to go back to the old place. At least Clean up a little..."

After finishing speaking, Grindelwald took off his top hat and smiled at old Jerry and nodded as a greeting.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and led the little girls around and walked down the other road. During the semester at Hogwarts, there are very few opportunities for skipping class outings that can be fair and just a few minutes. It's almost there.

"Who is he? I haven't seen him before."

Looking at the figure that was gradually moving away, Old Jerry asked curiously.

"Oh, I told you. Otto Apocalis, the sir in my service."

Kurt Maier shrugged and replied with a smile.

"He has been living in a village not far from Salzburg over the years. You should have seen him occasionally, but I don’t have much impression. The little nun is his newly adopted granddaughter, and the others are Her classmates...It is said that their school is temporarily suspended because they are re-recruiting teachers, so this is just the right time to bring them out for fun.

"It turned out to be like this, sigh... Has the school been affected by this depression? However, this Mr. Apocalis..."

Old Jerry nodded and sighed, frowned slightly, and murmured suddenly.

"When you say this, I really seem to be a little impressed. People are getting old, except for friends around me. If you don't take a closer look at the people you meet occasionally in the city, you really don't remember..."

"Hey, who's not? Why, why don't you come in for a cup of morning tea?"

Kurt Maier quietly put away his wand and said with a familiar smile.

Creating a person out of thin air is much harder than making a person disappear out of thin air. Since Gellert Grindelwald intends to live in the Muggle world and the non-magical world with a new identity, they will naturally work hard. Be perfect.

It may be difficult in other places, but Salzburg, here is the legendary "Holy City".

Gellert Grindelwald only needs to walk more, chat with those old men from time to time, recount the old, supplemented with a little bit of confusion curse, can easily leave a mark in the city, forming A piece of "real" history, whether it is an Auror or a Muggle agent, cannot find any flaws in front of witnesses in such a huge city.

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"Professor Apocalis, the one just now..."

Hannah turned her head and looked behind her, and asked softly with some uncertainty.

As the contemporary heir of the Broken Cauldron Tavern, plus the Kanban girl, Hannah keenly found some traces in the bar behind the middle-aged man named Kurt Maier, some of which only appear in the magic bar. Smell.

"Yes, Mr. Meyer is a wizard, but not very much like yours."

Grindelwald nodded openly and admitted that they had already left the grain alley and walked towards Salzburg’s most famous Mozart Square~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to see various Bavarian-style buildings along the way. The girls are dazzled.

"Mr. Maier's customers are mainly for Muggles. Even if wizards enter occasionally, they are all in a safe place. They will not behave particularly strangely. It is just that the wine and beverages are still added with some magic materials... After all, even a wizard has to figure out a way to live. Personally, I prefer this kind of atmosphere."

"Well, I also think... Mr. Maier's tavern has a lot to learn from..."

Hannah Abbot nodded earnestly, "After going home from the holiday, I will tell my uncle if I can remodel our Broken Cauldron Tavern a little bit, or...at least at the Bournemouth branch. Consider this style."

"Bournemouth? That is indeed a good place. But let's visit Mozart Square first."

Grindelwald nodded noncommittal, and led Elena and the others to continue walking forward.

"I tell you, I have lived in this city for decades, and the Mozart chocolate **** here are a special feature..."

"Well, Professor Apocalis, wait a minute. Are we going in the wrong direction..."

At this moment, Gellert Grindelwald suddenly heard a timid voice.

Holding a map, Hermione Granger stood at the intersection and observed for a few seconds. He pointed to the huge bifurcated road sign on the right that was written in German, and pointed to a line of small characters on the map in his hand, somewhat uncertain. Said.

"Plaza Mozart, it seems to be in this direction..."

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