The scorching fire warmed the room, and every now and then a faint spark popped out of the stove and bounced on the dusty hearth, and the fire flickered sharply, and then quickly extinguished and dimmed.

It was a somewhat squantiated bungalow, a somewhat shabby one, with several bamboo baskets on the floor, and a rusty, tall iron shelf in the corner, on which hung some sturdy fishing nets made of thick ropes.

In addition, there was a faint smell of fishy fish and candle oil that permeated the room.

It was quite primitive, with a coal stove covered in greasy stains except dust, and a long thick black thread hanging from the ends of the ceiling with strings of sausages and bacon, and of course, smoked fish hanging the most.

It is enough to judge that this is a fisherman's home.

Dense and swift raindrops clattered against the not-so-solid windows, and the occasional cold wind blowing in through the cracks became insignificant under the action of the fire.

Malfoy and Fleur were living here for the time being.

As they escaped from the isolated island of Nunmengard, they lost their way in the sea, but fortunately met a fisherman who had gone out to fish, and returned to shore.

The simple fisherman found the two stranded at sea on their fishing boat, and the two were drifting with the tide on a raft.

He thought the two were shipwrecked, so he took them in.

At that time, there was already a hint of fish belly white in the sky, and in the boundless sea, it was difficult to calculate the time, and only the celestial phenomena could barely judge.

After that chaotic incident, they managed to escape the German Ministry of Magic Aurors.

Now it's settled down for the time being.

Fleur was leaning on an old wooden chair that might fall apart at any time, right next to the fire, covered with a thick towel quilt, resting with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyebrows wrinkled subconsciously, as if she was enduring some pain.

The beautiful face was full of unhealthy flushing, grogginess, and some weakness.

Coughing unconsciously and lightly.

It was closer to the stove, or she would have been lying in bed by now.

"It looks like I have a fever, but it's not too much trouble. Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, his brow furrowed slightly.

Since he didn't flee in a hurry, he was naturally prepared, and some of the various potions were prepared, this was not an ordinary trip, and some essential potions were naturally indispensable.

Except for the first night of his escape at Hogwarts, when he was caught off guard, Malfoy was still in order after finalizing his new plan.

But now we can only wait for Fleur to wake up.

Malfoy walked over to the glass window, looked at the reflection blurred by the raindrops, and remembered the time not long ago when the two of them had drifted on the sea.

They were now showing their own appearances, and the Weasley brothers' masks were not waterproof and had been put away.

The Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic were very efficient, and after a short period of panic in dealing with emergencies, they finally quickly formulated countermeasures, and when they realized that someone had fled, it was still the most notorious Grindelwald, and immediately sent a large number of Aurors to track around the isolated island, and a steady stream of Aurors were also rushing from the interior.

It was a terrible omission, and for those who had been ruled by Grindelwald, his escape was like what Voldemort's resurrection meant to Britain.

It is also inconvenient for the two to return the same way.

Everywhere there were German Aurors on the lookout.

From the shoreline that left the sea to the outside of the high wall, I don't know how many support forces rushed in for a while.

But just as they were ready to search, the unexpected happened again, attracting the attention of the vast majority of the Aurors among them.

Many old people began to frantically thwart the group of Aurors, and the whole spirit fell into a state of hysteria.

They were the town's vendors, most of whom were prisoners who had been released from prison in Newmengard.

For the sake of social stability, the German Ministry of Magic decided not to interfere with their nearby practice, acquiescing in this behavior.

First, most of them are old, their combat effectiveness has declined, and they do not pose a threat.

Second, they have been here for a long time, and there is no turmoil, if they are allowed to let themselves go and return to society, maybe it will cause some chaos, and this place is an inconvenient place for supplies, and it is acceptable to have a similar appearance to a small town.

Thirdly, they were still very confident in their own strength, after all, the Ministry of Magic was an official institution.

They will only be glad that these misguided people have changed their ways, and will not take into account that even when they are old, they are a horrible time bomb.

No one could have imagined that these time bombs would explode today.

When they do cause a commotion, it's not that simple to deal with.

This night of thunderstorms is destined to be unpeaceful.

The silver lightning bolt deliberately guided by Grindelwald struck the tower, the very top of the shackles that symbolized endless loneliness and firm shackles were destroyed, and the most impassable prison was broken, and the terrifying light shone on the entire sea in an instant.

This is the beginning of chaos.

The tobacco seller left behind the tobacco in his shop, the old man who stayed in the shop to bake bread, the shopkeeper and the customer who were drinking in the tavern, and most of the caretakers in Newmengard, heard the old man's maniacal laughter, and the first few rushed out of their cramped houses into the street and toward the high walls.

As loyal followers, they are expected to contribute their modest strength.

They fell into a state of frenzy, their eyes reddened, and they cried out loudly, "Grindelwald, Grindelwald!

The spells available are all minor spells

This made the Aurors very embarrassed, their opponents were not afraid of death, like crazy demons, but as law enforcement officers, they were tied, and if they could do it against Grindelwald, they would naturally be killed on the spot.

But with so many people at the moment, it is impossible to follow this standard, and the same is true of laws such as the law does not hold the public accountable in wizarding societies, and even because the population is smaller than that of Muggles, it is necessary to be more cautious about human life.

This can be seen from the fact that there is no death penalty.

It took a long time for the Aurors to suppress the unrest.

This town, after a long period of time, is still able to burst out with such amazing power.