Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

When it comes to Germany, in addition to the seriousness and stereotypes that often appear in the impression of foreigners, the rest of the feeling should be the strong industrial system of the Muggle society and the attitude of German engineers to product excellence.

When it comes to Berlin, the first impression should be the Berlin Wall, which symbolizes bipolar opposition, which 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 by the Muggle people who are eager to communicate freely. Most of the walls have also been dealt with by the German Muggle government. Only a very small part is out of commemoration. meaning is preserved.

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

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

"That's all a deception. In fact, this is the newly chosen address for the entrance to Nurmengard." The tour guide said hoarsely, like a broken gong, he was introducing Fleur and Malfoy. The view here.

This is the tour guide that the tavern owner chose for Malfoy and Fleur who betrayed his "life".

His eyes didn't look as shrewd and philistine as his boss, and he was very honest.

"By the way, let me introduce myself, you can call me Mark." He bowed humbly.

It's a fairly human, social name.

"The German Ministry of Magic is very cautious. They are used to preventing problems before they happen. The easiest way to prevent them from being breached is that no one can find them. Every few years, they will change the entrance to Nurmengard."

"However, in the world, how can there be an impermeable wall." Mark said proudly, coughing.

Malfoy nodded and listened quietly to the guide's narration.

The intelligence that Dumbledore gave him, and the intelligence he collected himself, was always limited, so it is still necessary to rely on the power of these intelligence dealers.

The three of them walked slowly along the eastern gallery.

"Muggle Banishment Curse?" Malfoy stood in front of a row of abstract pictures, very Picasso style, the man was ugly, his head was placed in the position of his feet, the hunchback was arched high, and the whole body was like sewing. Patched together.

In the meantime, Malfoy felt an unusual magical fluctuation, with a strong expulsion spell attached. There were not many tourists, but few people stopped here.

"That's the old mystery 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 for a few dozen meters before they stood still in front of a wall. On it was painted a half-covered blonde woman who was plowing in the fields. She was dressed in modern clothes. Matched with the backward country villages, it seems nondescript, but it has a twisted and subtle sense of fit.

Perhaps it was the East German painters who expressed dislocations such as jealousy towards West Germany.

The situation in West Germany is better than that in East Germany in all aspects. This is irrefutable. Most of the residents fled from East Germany to West Germany, yearning for the life there.

Passing through the brick wall, as if crashing into the platform nine and three-quarters, Malfoy and Fleur felt as if their bodies were torn lightly, a sudden dizziness came, and then they found themselves facing the face in front of them. A few traces of salty and wet cold wind blew, and what caught the eyes of the two of them was a blue sea that could not be seen at a glance, and the waves were rolling steadily and slowly.

There was a hard sandy ground under 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 the wind.

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

It seems that Nurmengard, like Azkaban, is on an island surrounded by the sea,

If you want to go there in the normal way, that is the 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 waves.

"Are you on board? Two?" the tour guide named Mark asked tentatively.

"Let's go." Malfoy nodded.

Then the three set foot on the boat.

"The weather is fine now, and we can leave as soon as possible," muttered Mark, with an imperceptible slyness in his eyes.

The boat is a very crude type. I don’t know how many years the wood has been used. It smells of decay and tatters. It seems that it will flash at any time.

But the boat was still running smoothly. It seemed that Mr. Mark was a familiar water-based boatman.

Occasionally some waves were smoothed out by the tour guide who was familiar with water.

"What are you doing in Nurmengard? That's not a good place." After some time, the tour guide asked tentatively.

"Saving people." Malfoy said lightly, and didn't mind revealing his purpose.

"It's either to get revenge or to save people, most people do." It nodded and grinned.

"However, most people are not so lucky to be able to arrive alive." It continued, his tone became sarcastic, and there was no previous modesty.

"What are you talking about." Furong frowned slightly, disliking the unlucky words the tour guide said.

"So do you." It intensified.

Furong immediately took out the wand in her hand and aimed it at Mark, but he reacted one step earlier, jumping into the water decisively, splashing a burst of water, avoiding her spell.

Her face turned pale in an instant.

She guessed that they might be caught in a trap.

The ship began to lose its balance, and coincidentally, the waves suddenly began to roar, and a few seagulls began to circle over their heads, as if they had spirituality, observing them, perhaps detecting magic.

"Let's go." Malfoy said to Fleur, the girl was holding the broken mast, standing on the bumpy boat, and looking around in panic.

"Where to go?" She asked in a panic. The tour guide ran away, leaving the two of them in this unfamiliar sea. It had to be said that they were caught off guard.

"It's Nurmengard, of course, but before that, we need to do something else." Malfoy nodded, looking calm.

The crew's conspiracy caused them some trouble, but of course they would not fully trust Malfoy, who had known their habits before, and their credibility was not very good.