Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 296: Betrayed
When it comes to Germany, in addition to the serious stereotypes that often appear in foreigners' impressions, the remaining feelings should be the strong industrial system of Muggle society and the attitude of German engineers towards product excellence.
When it comes to Berlin, the first impression should be the Berlin Wall, which symbolizes the opposition between the two polarities. This is a sign of polarization in Muggle society.
Today, their goal is the Berlin Wall.
Of course, today’s Berlin Wall has long been pushed over by the Muggle people eager to communicate freely. Most of the wall has been dealt with by the Muggle government in Germany. The meaning of commemoration shall be retained.
The dramatic division and unification of the past have added many different styles to the city, and these remaining signs can almost be reflected on this wall.
The east gallery on the banks of the Spree is a historical testimony. At that time, some Muggle artists directly graffiti some historical and political paintings on the walls, which became valuable historical treasures.
"That's all blindfolds. In fact, this is the newly chosen address for the entrance of Newmontgard." The tour guide said hoarsely, like a broken gong. He was helping Fleur and Malfoy. People introduced the scenery here.
This is the owner of the tavern, the tour guide who betrayed Malfoy and Fleur's life.
His eyes don't seem to be as shrewd and honest as his boss.
"By the way, introduce yourself, you can call me Mark." He humbly bent down.
This is a very human and social name.
"The German Ministry of Magic is very cautious. They are used to take precautions before they happen. If they don't want to be breached, the easiest way is for no one to find them. Every few years, they will change the entrance to Newmontgarde. "
"But, in the world, there are no airtight walls." Mark coughed triumphantly.
Malfoy nodded and listened quietly to the guide's account.
The intelligence that Dumbledore gave to him and the intelligence he himself collected is always limited, so today he still has to rely on the power of these intelligence dealers.
The three of them walked slowly along this eastern gallery.
"Muggle Deportation Curse?" Malfoy stood in front of a row of abstract pictures, with a Picasso style. The man was ugly, his head was placed on his feet, his hunchback was high and his whole body was Put together like stitches and patches.
In the meantime, Malfoy felt an unusual wave of magic, and a strong expulsion spell was attached. There were not few tourists, but few people stopped here.
"That was the plausible suspicion of the German Ministry of Magic. It was actually a very ordinary painting." The tour guide shook his head and didn't stop.
"The real entrance is here." The three of them walked forward about several tens of meters before standing in front of a wall. On it was painted a blonde girl who was half-covered but was plowing in the fields. Modern The modern costumes of her match up with the backward rural villages, it looks nondescript, but there is a twisted and subtle sense of fit.
Perhaps the East German painter of the year was expressing a misplaced emotion like jealousy towards West Germany.
The situation in West Germany is better than East Germany in all aspects. This is irrefutable. Most of the residents fled from East Germany to West Germany, yearning for life there.
Through the brick wall, it was like crashing into platform nine and three-quarters. Malfoy and Fleur felt that their bodies seemed to be torn slightly, a sudden sense of dizziness came, and then they realized A few cold, salty and damp winds were blowing in front of them, and what caught the eyes of the two of them was a blue sea with no end in sight, and the waves rolled steadily and slowly.
There is a hard sand under the feet of the two of them, and there is no one inhabited around them, except for the wide rock walls and sea reefs that surround them, and the faint sound of wind.
Now, they are no longer in the modern city like a steel forest.
It seems that Newmondgard, like Azkaban, is on a small island surrounded by the sea. If you want to go there in the normal way, it is a ferry.
A simple boat, parked alone on the shore, a thick and long rope firmly fixed it there, so as not to be carried away by the tide.
"Get on the boat? Two?" the tour guide named Mark tentatively asked.
"Let's go." Malfoy nodded.
Then the three set foot on the boat.
"The weather is very good now, we can set off as soon as possible." Mark muttered, a subtle cunning flashing in his eyes.
The boat is a very simple one. I don't know how many years the wood has been used. It smells of decay and rottenness, as if it will flash up at any time, and from time to time, I can feel some sea water immersed in it.
But the boat is still moving smoothly. It seems that Mr. Mark is still a familiar water-based boatman.
Occasionally, there are some waves, which are all smoothed by this guide who is familiar with water ~ IndoMTL.com~ What are you going to do in Newmont? That's not a good place. "I don't know how long it took before the tour guide asked tentatively.
"Save people." Malfoy said flatly, not mind revealing his purpose.
"It's either to get revenge or save people. Most people do." It nodded and grinned.
"But most people don't have such good luck to arrive alive." It continued, and the tone became mocking, and there was no longer the previous courtesy.
"What are you talking about." Furong frowned slightly, disliked the unlucky words the guide said.
"It's the same with you." It got worse and worse.
Furong immediately drew out the wand in his hand and pointed it at Mark, but he reacted even further and jumped into the water decisively, splashing water, avoiding her curse.
Her face turned pale in an instant.
She guessed that they might be caught.
The ship began to lose its balance. Coincidentally, the waves began to turbulent, and several seagulls began to hover over their heads, as if they were spiritual, watching them, perhaps detecting magic.
"Let's go." Malfoy said to Fleur. The girl was supporting the broken mast, standing on the bumpy boat, watching her surroundings in some panic.
"Where to go?" She asked in a panic. The tour guide ran away, leaving the two of them in this unfamiliar sea. I have to say that it was very unprepared.
"Neumontgard of course, but, before that, we need to do something else." Malfoy nodded, appearing calmly.
The crew's secret calculations caused them a little trouble, but for Malfoy, who had already known their habits before, of course they would not fully trust them. Their credibility was not too good.