When it comes to Germany, apart from the seriousness and stereotypes that often appear in the impression of foreigners, the remaining feelings should be the powerful 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 that symbolizes the polar opposites. This is a symbol of polarization in Muggle society.
Today, their goal is the Berlin Wall.
Of course, today's Berlin Wall has long been pushed down by the Muggle masses who yearn for free communication. Most of the wall has also been dealt with by the German Muggle government. meaning, to be preserved.
The dramatic division and reunification of the past have added many different styles to the city, and these remaining symbols can almost be reflected on this wall.
The East Gallery on the banks of the Spree River is a witness to a period of history. Some Muggle artists at that time graffitied some historical and political paintings directly on the wall, which became a precious historical wealth.
"That's all a blindfold. In fact, this is the newly selected address for the entrance of Nurmengard." The tour guide said hoarsely, like a broken gong, and he was introducing Fleur and Malfoy The view here.
This is the tavern owner, the tour guide who betrayed his "life" for Malfoy and Fleur.
His eyes don't look as shrewd and philistine as his boss, very honest.
"By the way, let me introduce myself. You can call me Mark." He bowed humbly.
It's a rather human, social name.
"The German Ministry of Magic is very cautious. They are used to taking precautions before they happen. If they want to avoid being breached, the easiest way is for no one to find them. Every few years, they will replace the entrance to Nurmengard."
"However, there is no impermeable wall in the world." Mark said triumphantly while coughing.
Malfoy nodded while quietly listening to the tour guide's narration.
The intelligence that Dumbledore gave him and that he collected himself was always limited, so now he still has to rely on the power of these intelligence dealers.
The three of them walked slowly along the eastern gallery.
"Muggle Repelling Curse?" Malfoy stood still in front of a row of abstract pictures, very Picasso-style, the man was ugly, his head was placed where his feet were, his hunchback was arched high, and his whole body was like sewing. It's the same as patched together.
During this time, Malfoy felt a trace of unusual magical fluctuations, and added a strong expulsion spell. There were not many tourists, but few people stopped here.
"That's an old painting 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 about tens of meters before standing still in front of a wall. On it was a half-covered blonde who was plowing the fields, wearing modern modern clothes. It looks nondescript when paired with the backward countryside, but it also has a twisted and subtle sense of fit.
Perhaps it was the East German painters who expressed misplaced emotions towards West Germany, such as jealousy.
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.
Passing through the brick wall, as if crashing into platform nine and three-quarters, Malfoy and Fleur felt their bodies were slightly torn apart, a sudden sense of dizziness came, and then they found that they were facing each other in front of them. A few strands of salty cold wind blew, and what caught the eyes of the two was a stretch of blue sea that could not be seen at a glance, and the waves rolled steadily and slowly.
The two people's feet were hard sand, and the surroundings were deserted, only the wide rock walls and sea reefs surrounding them, and the faint sound of the wind.
Now, they are no longer in the steel forest-like modern city.
It seemed that Nurmengard, like Azkaban, was on a small island surrounded by the sea, and if he wanted to get there in the normal way, that was by ferry.
A simple boat was parked alone on the shore, and a thick and long rope fixed it there firmly so as not to be carried away by the tide.
"Get on the boat? Both?" the tour guide named Mark asked tentatively.
"Let's go." Malfoy nodded.
Then the three of them boarded the boat.
"The weather is fine now, we can start early." Mark murmured, with an imperceptible slyness in his eyes.
The boat is a very simple one. I don’t know how many years the wood has been used. It is filled with a decayed and dilapidated smell, as if it will break down at any time. From time to time, you can still feel some sea water soaking in.
But the boat was still running smoothly. It seemed that this Mr. Mark was still a familiar water-based boatman.
Occasionally there are some waves, which are settled by the guide who is familiar with water.
"What are you doing in Nurmengard? That's not a good place." After an unknown amount of time, the tour guide asked tentatively.
"Saving people." Malfoy said lightly, not minding revealing his purpose.
"It's not about revenge, it's about saving people. Most people are like this." It nodded and grinned.
"But most people don't have such good luck to arrive alive." It continued, its tone became mocking, and it no longer had the previous humility.
"What are you talking about?" Furong frowned lightly, disliking the unlucky words the tour guide said.
"You too." It became more and more serious.
Fleur immediately drew out her wand and pointed it at Mark, but he reacted one step earlier and jumped into the water decisively, splashing a burst of water, avoiding her spell.
Her face turned pale in an instant.
She guessed they might have been caught in a trap.
The ship began to lose its balance. Coincidentally, the waves suddenly began to surge, and several seagulls began to hover above their heads, as if they were spiritual, observing them, perhaps detecting magic.
"Let's go." Malfoy said to Fleur, the girl was holding on to the broken mast at this time, standing on the bumpy boat, looking around in panic.
"Where are you going?" She asked in a panic. The tour guide ran away, leaving the two of them in this strange sea. It must be said that they were caught off guard.
"Of course it's Nurmengard, but before that, we need to do something else." Malfoy nodded, looking unhurried.
The crew's assassination caused them a little bit of trouble, but of course they would not fully trust Malfoy, who they had known before, and their reputation was not very good.