Although fighting with Dumbledore and Voldemort's projections always ended in failure, everyone still enjoyed it. Besides finishing their work, what else could they do? Apart from doing other things, they spent most of their time in the training room. Not only could they experience it themselves, but they also learned a lot from observing other people's battles.
In this way, everyone felt their strength increase. Even Mrs. Harris, Daisy, and Hermione, who had the least combat experience, improved rapidly.
Mr. Harris saw this and decided to lead everyone to relax. However, unlike last year, most people were busy with work in the Ministry of Magic, so after holding a few gatherings, he arranged for Allen and Grindelwald to meet, giving his son and the girls a chance to travel alone during the holidays. Unfortunately, Penello was unable to travel because of Aura's work.
Germany, Bavaria, Nuremberg, one o 'clock in the afternoon. All kinds of people gathered in the central square. Here, you could see all kinds of fashionable people, all kinds of pepper and honey cakes, high-quality handmade art, hot red wine, and everything to create atmosphere could be found here. This was a very attractive place.
People from many countries around the world were mixed here. Everyone spoke different languages and wore different kinds of clothes. Everywhere was a scene of joy and peace, as fascinating as a carnival.
"Every year, two million people come to this world-famous Christmas market. The goods sold here are all authentic and carefully selected." Hermione looked at the people coming and going with interest, trying to distinguish who was the same kind of people as them — wizards.
Her eyes were fixed on Luna, who was scattering bread crumbs to the pigeons not far away.
It was a beautiful picture: a girl standing in the sun with a happy expression on her face. The sun shone on her clothes, creating a halo of soft colors. Her face was very beautiful, with a fresh and moving breath. Her hair was a beautiful light gold, shining with a luster, making her particularly eye-catching in this picture.
"Be careful." Allen held Hermione's shoulders. She was so focused on looking into the distance that she ignored her own feet and stepped on pigeon feces and almost slipped.
"Thank you, Allen." Hermione was a little embarrassed. She resisted the urge to 'clean up' herself in front of Muggle and rubbed her shoes on the clean floor.
For the rest of the journey, Hermione felt very uncomfortable. She had the urge to throw the shoes far away. Just as she stared at her feet and considered the possibility of quietly using a spell to clean them up, a pair of white sandals with short heels appeared in front of her.
"So beautiful," Hermione wanted to say "so considerate", but the words came out of her mouth instead. She happily took the new shoes, kicked off her original shoes, and put them on.
"So beautiful," Allen also praised.
Hermione raised her head. Her serious and innocent expression made Allen burst into laughter.
Hermione lowered her head and bent down. She wanted to pick up the old shoes and throw them away, but Allen had already helped her to get rid of the eyesore.
Allen's willingness made Hermione happy. Now, Hermione was no longer embarrassed. She smiled more cheerfully than when she first arrived and enjoyed the scenery and food in this unfamiliar city.
A tall young man walked quickly towards them. His arms were swinging quickly by his side, and the smile on his face was unsuitable for his age.
"Hello, Young Master Allen Harris. I am Matthias Schweihof." Matthias was very enthusiastic. He contacted Owen Harris and told him that as long as his son was satisfied, he would get a large sum of money. It was enough for him to spend a few months in the tavern. He was much more generous than when he sent him in last time.
"Let's go." Allen nodded to Matthias.
"I'm sorry, but you can only go alone." Matthias rubbed his hands and smiled. "Although the management is not too strict, you still need to use the compound potion to pretend to be my partner before I can take you in. Obviously, that place is not suitable for two beautiful ladies."
Allen looked at Hermione and Luna. "I'll go to Newmengard 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 changed into new shoes, her mysophobia still made her feel uncomfortable. There seemed to be a faint smell of pigeon poop remaining.
"I'll walk around there and wait for you." Luna pointed to a shop at the corner of the street in the distance. It was called Dolce & Gabbana's Muggle Luxury Store. There were a lot of goods in front of its door waiting to be moved.
Alan nodded and used the Phantom Shift type after walking into an empty alley with Matthias.
In front of the cold, dark, and remote tower of the Newmengard Wizard Prison, Allen had turned into a bloated middle-aged man with a red nose through the compound potion.
"For the greater good." Allen read the famous quote of Grindelwald engraved above the entrance of Newmengard in German. This slogan was actually inherited by Family Harris and was often used in gatherings.
"Newmengard is a prison built by Grindelwald to imprison those who oppose him. After he was defeated in the duel of the century with Albus Dumbledore, he was imprisoned himself, "Matthias explained.
"Next, Master Harris, please don't speak. The compound potion can't change your voice," Matthias said with a serious expression.
Allen nodded and said no more.
Entering the prison was very smooth. Matthias seemed to have been in this line of work for a long time. He casually answered the password with a hoarse voice and even exchanged a few words with the guards he knew. He explained that his partner had eaten Mexican food yesterday and could not speak. Along the way, the guards only glanced at them casually and did not check their identities again.
"Since the Grindelwald incident, the German Ministry of Magic has not recovered. It's much worse than the British Ministry of Magic in the early years." Allen did not say anything. He could not help but mock the German Ministry of Magic that forced Family Harris to leave the United Kingdom many years ago.
When they reached the top floor of the prison, Matthias was full of smiles. "I'll guard here. I even put a chair for you. Don't worry, no one will go in except for meal delivery."
"Very thoughtful. Thank you." Allen smiled and thanked him. His big brandy nose was even redder.
"I'll be watching, Master Harris. You can see him again after you recover your handsome appearance. I still have enough compound potions here. You can drink it again when you come out." Matthias patted the wine bottle on his waist and opened the iron gate to the top floor of the prison.
Allen nodded and strode into the gloomy corridor.
After removing the transformation effect, Allen tidied up his appearance and combed his hair back meticulously. He followed the magic lamps on both sides of the corridor that emitted a faint green light and walked through countless empty rooms. In the middle cell, Allen saw the target of his trip.
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