Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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 of 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 masses eager to communicate freely. Most of the wall has been dealt with by the Muggle government in Germany, and only a very small part is commemorated. Meaning, to be retained.

The dramatic division and reunification of the past have added many different styles to the city, and these remaining representations can almost be reflected on this wall.

The east gallery on the River Spree is a testimony to a period of history. At that time, some Muggle artists directly graffiti some historical and political paintings on the walls, which became valuable historical treasures.

"That's a blind trick. Actually, this is the newly chosen address for the entrance of Newmontgard." The tour guide said hoarsely, like a broken gong, he was introducing Fleur and Malfoy The scenery here.

This is the owner of the tavern, the tour guide chosen for Malfoy and Fleur who sold his "life".

His eyes didn'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 Neumungarde."

"But, in the world, there are no impervious walls." Mark coughed triumphantly.

Malfoy nodded and listened quietly to the guide.

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 expulsion 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 arched high, and his whole body was like stitches. Patched together the same.

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's the suspicion of the German Ministry of Magic. It's 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 plowing in the fields, in modern modern clothes. With the backward rural villages, it looks nondescript, but it has a twisted and subtle sense of fit.

Perhaps it was the East German painter back then, expressing misplaced emotions like jealousy towards West Germany.

West Germany is better than East Germany in all aspects. This is irrefutable. Most residents fled from East Germany to West Germany and yearned for life there.

Through the brick wall, it was as if they had crashed into platform nine and three-quarters. Malfoy and Fleur felt that their bodies seemed to be torn slightly. A sharp dizziness came from them, and then they found themselves in front of them. With a few cold, salty and wet wind blowing, 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 was hard sand at the feet of the two of them, and the surroundings were deserted, except for the wide rock walls and sea reefs that surrounded them, and the faint sound of wind.

Now, they are no longer in the modern city like a steel forest.

It appears that Newmond, like Azkaban, is on a small island surrounded by the sea.

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 mumbled, 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 decay. It seems to flash up at any time, and from time to time, I can feel some sea water immersed in it.

But the boat was still moving steadily, and it seemed that Mr. Mark was still a familiar water boatman.

Occasionally, some waves were smoothed by the guide who is familiar with water.

"What are you going to do in Newmondgard? That's not a good place." I don't know how long it took before the tour guide asked tentatively.

"Save people." Malfoy said lightly, not mind revealing his purpose.

"It's not to get revenge, or to save people, most people do." It nodded and grinned.

"But most people don't have such good luck and can 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.

"The same with you." It became more and more intensified.

Furong immediately drew out the magic wand in his hand and pointed it at Mark, but he reacted even further and jumped into the water decisively, splashing a burst of water, avoiding her curse.

Her face instantly turned pale.

She guessed that they might be caught.

The ship began to lose its balance. Coincidentally, the waves suddenly began to surging. 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 strange sea. I have to say that it was quite unexpected.

"Of course it is Newmondgard, but, before that, we need to do something else first." Malfoy nodded, appearing calmly.

The crew's conspiracy caused them a little trouble, but for Malfoy, who had known their habits before, of course would not fully trust them. Their credibility was not too good.