The train stopped at a station on the outskirts of Berlin, the capital of Germany, for supplies. Serra and Albert dragged their suitcases to end the long journey around Europe ahead of schedule in the confused and puzzled eyes of the flight attendants.
"Mr. Harris."
The flight attendant hurriedly stopped the two who were about to leave, and kindly reminded, "This is Berlin, Germany, and your destination has not arrived yet."
"I know this is Germany," Serra said. "However, we are ready to get off here early."
The two walked forward amidst the flight attendant's stunned eyes.
Before leaving, Albert faintly heard the murmur of the flight attendant coming from behind, probably sothing like "What a waste of Garon".
If the ticket is only bought in Germany, it is estimated that half of the Garonne will be used.
However, Albert did not feel distressed at all because it was not his own money.
Sierra led Albert into an old-looking grocery store next to the station.
It was dirty and small, which reminded Albert of the Broken Cauldron Bar.
A crouched old woman sat at the counter of the grocery store. When the other party heard the doorbell, she raised her head and looked at the door, and suddenly gave them a very strange smile.
"Long ti no see, Harris, what brought you here."
"I just stopped by to visit my old friend." Sierra said with a smile.
"Does that include my old woman?"
"Of course, Adeline."
"You're still as bad at lying as before." The old woman giggled.
"We need to borrow the transfer door to go to Vedbes Village." Serra said his purpose of coming here.
There is still so distance away from the Vidbes Village they are going to. Unlike Diagon Alley, which is behind the Broken Cauldron Bar, you can enter directly by opening a door in the backyard of the bar.
Transfer the door.
You can probably guess the purpose of the thing by hearing the na.
This trip is really worth it, and I saw a lot of interesting things along the way.
Sure enough, there are no wonders in the world.
Albert quickly saw the so-called transfer door with his own eyes, which was an old stone door inlaid on the wall, which looked like a relief stone door specially left here for decoration.
"Keep up!"
Serra raised her foot forward, in a posture of bringing Albert into the wall.
In the next mont, the two went straight through the stone gate.
This scene is a bit like pushing luggage past the stone wall of King's Cross Station Nine, but the effect is different.
As he walked through the transfer door, Albert felt like he was thrown into the washing machine and dizzy. He was still not used to this feeling.
At least, it's much more comfortable to use the vanishing cabinet.
The two walked out from the stone gate one after the other, and no one on the street paid attention to their appearance.
"Don't ask , I don't know."
Serra seed to know what Albert was trying to say, and blocked his words first.
"The transfer door is an ancient technology left over by wizards a long ti ago. Now it has been completely lost. I think its principle may be similar to the vanishing cabinet. I don't know much about other things."
"The transfer door is a bit outdated, but it's worth studying too." Albert was so interested in the door that even Serra could see it.
"It's obviously more convenient to travel with Floo." He said with a smile.
While they were talking, the two crossed the stone-paved street and ca to a park with a fountain. Albert even saw several children playing around by the fountain.
"Welco to Widbeth." Serra said with a smile, "Is it a little surprised?"
"It's a bit, it feels completely different to from the wizarding town in England." Albert looked up and looked around.
The town of Widbeth directly subverted his perception of the wizard town.
"That's because the town of Widbeth is still very young." Serra explained with a smile, "this place has been rebuilt."
"reconstruction?"
"The Muggle war has spread to this town." Serra explained to Albert as he walked. "Many houses were blown up and had to be renovated. Then they renovated the town. This is no longer the original town of Widbeth."
Oh, it was an air strike!
It is not incomprehensible to think about it.
After all, this place is located on the edge of Berlin, it is normal to be bombed, and the town is bigger than expected.
It is also thanks to the wizards of various countries that are very good at hiding, so that a large area can be separated as a wizard village on the edge of the capital Berlin.
Albert believes that the German Ministry of Magic must have spent a lot of ti and energy to successfully hide this village.
Wizards do have non-mark stretching curses that can expand the space, but the essence of the non-mark stretching curse is only to expand the original space, and most magic will gradually beco invalid over ti and it is difficult to maintain for a long ti.
"It is indeed more spacious and prosperous than Diagon Alley and Hogsade." Even Sierra had to admit this.
"If the Ministry of Magic is willing to spend a lot of ti with Garon to repair Hogsade, that village will not be too bad," Albert said.
"Unfortunately, that is impossible."
"There are two wizarding towns in Germany where there are no Muggles." Serra said, like Albert. "The other is in the southern Black Forest. It is similar to Hogsade. It is old and unwilling to maintain. It will beco like that, and so will people."
"It's true."
"There is a comrcial street dedicated to selling things." Serra said, pointing to the busy east street of the town. "However, it is not ti for you to go shopping. We need to visit my old friend first."
With that said, the old man took Albert into a remote alley, and finally stopped in front of a seemingly old house raised his hand and gently clicked the wooden door.
There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and the door was opened from inside.
"Serra, I didn't expect you to co to Germany."
The sa old man who opened the door was a bit sloppy compared to the Serra who was wearing formal clothes, which might prove what he just said.
"Your grandson?" The old man's eyes soon fell on the young Albert, and he asked curiously: "It's still an apprentice, it looks very good."
"Not a grandson, Jonas." After giving the old man a simple hug, Serra pointed to Albert and introduced, "This is Albert. I think you know who he is."
"Oh my God, who turned out to be, he is smaller than I expected." Jonas looked up Albert up and down, took a step back, gave up the doorway, raised his hand and invited: "All co in Right!"
"This is Jonas, my old friend." Sierra introduced to Albert. "If you need sothing special, you can buy it from him."
"Hello, Mr. Jonas." Albert said in French.
"Oh, my goodness, your French is great, much better than my grandson." Jonas looked at Albert in surprise, but he didn't expect a fluent French to co out of his mouth.
"Mark, co here." Jonas shouted upstairs in German, and soon there was a sound of footsteps coming downstairs.
"Grandpa, what's the matter?" The young man hurried down from the stairs.
Serra glanced at Albert and felt a little tempted to laugh. He knew what Jonas ant, but the old friend had obviously misunderstood sothing.
The old man did not intend to correct this small mistake, he believed that Albert could solve it by himself.
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