The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Oh my God"!

All this is too exciting for ordinary people who are shopping on the street, and many people just rolled their eyes and fainted on the ground.

But Grindelwald didn't want to worry about this. He raised his head a little dignifiedly, and looked at the direction of the end of the street like a torch.

These ordinary people cannot perceive magic, but Grindelwald discovered the anomaly here.

Beneath the world-famous Berlin air defense tower in the distance, a huge amount of magic power is converging there, forming a huge psychic vortex!

"Damn it! Shouldn't they want it"…

Before Grindelwald finished speaking, he saw a white light flashing from the Berlin air defense tower in the distance that was enough to make people blind!

"boom"!

Accompanied by a gust of wind, people on the street slammed down. Newspapers and various sundries flew in the air with the airflow. The tyrannical airflow began to concentrate on the air defense tower from all directions, and finally a huge tornado was generated!

"Om"!

"what is that!"

At the last moment, Grindelwald quickly hugged the telephone pole, so as not to be swept away by the strong wind.

The whole street is now dark and full of dim light, as if it is dusk, but it is obviously noon here.

Somewhat dizzy, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sky.

"Oh shit".

Grindelwald muttered to himself.

The sky that had just been clear and blue had now turned gray, and in the middle of the sky, a fissure shone with yellow light hanging there.

The other end of the fissure flashed an ominous red light, and the people who had just climbed up made an uneasy commotion. Everyone looked at the fissure in the air in fear, praying that nothing would climb out of it.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Simon, who was covered in dust, hurriedly crawled out of his small building. The gust of wind almost knocked down his small building and almost buried him alive.

"What exactly is that?"

A German who was drinking milk tea in the seat next to him asked as if in a dream.

"That's the rift between dimensions, the gap between reality and the inner world."

Grindelwald's face was very ugly. He grabbed the German and quickly asked:

"I haven't been to Germany for a long time. Where is the nearest military camp?"

"It's there, go down the street, and you'll be there after three intersections."

The frightened German replied subconsciously under Grindelwald's frantic shaking.

"If you don't want to die, run quickly and run to the suburbs far away from that gap!"

Grindelwald roared, then grabbed Simon.

"Phantom Shift!"

The two of them turned into a cloud of ashes, and they started to gallop down the street at a speed of nearly 100 kilometers per hour under the stunned gaze of everyone.

Soon, the two were redrawn as human figures on the street.

"Don't be in a daze! Hurry up and shoot! If you act in time, you can save a few more people!"

Grindelwald saw the frightened sentinel at the entrance of the barracks, grabbed his collar angrily and started shaking.

"But sir, today, today"...

The obviously frightened recruit said something intermittently under Grindelwald's shaking, but he couldn't say it completely because of the fright in his heart.

"What's the matter today!"

Grindelwald shouted anxiously.

"Sir, today is Sunday."

Simon looked at the fissure with red light in the distance, swallowed a mouthful of water, and said hesitantly:

"They... have a holiday".

"what?"

Grindelwald turned his head in disbelief and stared at his subordinate.

"The army is on vacation?"

"You haven't been to Germany for too long~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe you don't know much about it, the German army implements an 8-hour work system, with Saturdays and Sundays weekends off"…

Simon's voice was getting lower and lower, Grindelwald stared at him dumbfounded, and then slowly released his hand.

"Boom"!

The recruit who had already fainted from fright fell to the ground, his helmet slammed heavily on the manhole cover, making a sound.

"What's wrong with this world?"

Grindelwald frantically scratched his hair, and the two of them could only stand here now, staring at the crack in the distance.

There is no way, the two of them can't drive tanks, and the crew of the Federal Republic of Germany is now on vacation at home, and no one will come to drive tanks.

"Damn, how did Germany become like this in these decades?"

Grindelwald said something cursing, then drew his wand.

As a small ray of light shot from the tip of the stick, the cracks in the air suddenly dimmed a little, and the atmosphere of fear that pervaded the environment seemed to lighten a little.

"This is the last thing I can do. This little spell will cause them some trouble, but it won't last long."

"We go to the German Ministry of Magic, and hopefully there will now be an effective resistance there."

Grindelwald grabbed Simon, and the two of them turned into a cloud of smoke and galloped down the street, all the way towards the Berlin Building.

It was the center of German magic, the seat of the Ministry of Magic.

The only thing Grindelwald is praying in his heart now is that the German Ministry of Magic does not become like the secular world.