Although projection battles with Dumbledore and Voldemort always ended in failure, everyone enjoyed it, and they spent most of their time in the training room except for getting their work done. Not only can you experience it yourself, but you can also gain a lot from watching other people's confrontations.

In this way, everyone felt the growth of their own strength, even Mrs. Harris, Daisy, and Hermione, who had the most shallow combat experience, improved rapidly.

Mr. Harris saw this happy situation in his eyes, and he decided to lead everyone to relax, but unlike last year, this time most people were busy with work at the Ministry of Magic, so after a few parties, he arranged for Alan and Grindelwald to meet, and by the way, his son and girls had the opportunity to travel alone during the holidays, but unfortunately Penelope was still unable to accompany again because of the Aurors' work.

In Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the central square is full of all kinds of people, where you can find all the hipsters, all kinds of pepper and honey cakes, high-level handmade art, hot red wine and everything that makes the atmosphere. It's a very attractive place.

There are people from many countries around the world, all speaking different languages, wearing all kinds of costumes, and there is a joyful and peaceful scene everywhere, which is as fascinating as a carnival.

"Two million people come to this world-famous Christmas market every year, and the goods sold here are genuinely selected. He looked at the crowd with keen interest, trying to discern which ones were the same kind of people as them—wizards.

Her gaze was fixed on Luna, who was not far away and scattered the crumbs to the pigeons.

It's a beautiful picture: a girl standing in the sunlight with a happy look written on her face, and the sunlight shines on her clothes, producing a soft color like a halo. Her face is beautiful and has a fresh and touching atmosphere. Her hair is a beautiful pale blonde with a sheen that makes her stand out in this picture.

"Be careful. Alan grabbed Hermione's shoulders, and she looked into the distance, ignoring her own feet, stepping on pigeon poop and nearly slipping.

"Thank you, Alan. Hermione was embarrassed, resisting the urge to give herself a "clean up" in front of the Muggles, rubbing the soles of her shoes on the clean floor.

Hermione felt uncomfortable on the rest of the journey, and she felt the urge to throw her shoes away, and just as she stared down at her feet, contemplating the possibility of quietly using a spell to clean up, a pair of white low-heeled sandals appeared in front of her.

"It's beautiful. Hermione wanted to say "really sweet", but the words on her lips changed to such a sentence. She happily took the new shoes, kicked them off and put them on.

"It's beautiful. Alan also exclaimed.

Hermione looked up, and her serious and innocent look made Alan laugh.

Hermione lowered her head and leaned down, trying to pick up her old shoes and throw them away, but Alan had already taken the lead in helping her get rid of the eyesore.

Allen's willingness made Hermione feel a sense of happiness, and now, Hermione was no longer embarrassed and shy, and she enjoyed the sights and food of this strange city with a smile that was even more cheerful than when she first arrived.

A tall young man walked briskly towards them, his arms swinging rapidly beside him, and the smile on his face was slick for his age????.

"Hello Master Alan Harris, I'm Matthias Schweihoff. Matthias was very welcoming, and contacted him with Owen Harris telling him that if he could satisfy his son, he would get a large sum of money, enough for him to spend a few months in the tavern, much more generous than the last time he had been given in.

"Let's go. Alan nodded to Matthias.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go alone. Matthias rubbed his hands together and smiled shyly, "Although the management is not too strict, I still need to let you use a compound potion to pretend to be my partner to take you in, and obviously that place is not suitable for two beautiful young ladies to visit." ”

Alan looked at Hermione and Luna, "I'll go with him to Newmengard, you two ......"

Hermione blinked and said quickly, "I want to go back to the hotel first." Hermione looked at her feet, and even though she had put on new shoes, her cleanliness still made her feel uncomfortable, and there seemed to be a lingering smell of pigeon droppings.

"I'll be waiting for you there. Luna pointed to a shop on the corner in the distance that was called Dolce & Gabbana's Muggle luxury store, with a pile of goods waiting to be picked up in front of it.

Alan nodded, and used the Phantom Shifter as Matthias walked into the deserted alley.

In the cold, dark, and uninhabited tower of the Newmengard Wizarding Prison, Alan has transformed into a bloated middle-aged man with a rosacea red nose through a polyjuice potion.

"For the greater good. Alan read out in German the Grindelwald quote engraved above the entrance to Numengard, a slogan that had been inherited by the Harris family and used regularly at meetings.

"Newmongard was a prison built by Grindelwald to hold those who opposed him. He was later imprisoned himself after being defeated in the duel of the century with Albus Dumbledore. Then Matthias introduced.

"Next, Master Harris, please don't speak, compound potions can't change your voice. Matthias looked straight and admonished.

Alan nodded, silent.

The entry into the prison went smoothly, and Matthias seemed to have been doing it for a long time, and he answered the entry password in a hoarse voice, and exchanged a few words with the guards he knew, explaining that his partner had eaten a bad throat and could not speak when he tried Mexican food yesterday, and the guards along the way almost only glanced at them nonchalantly, without verifying their identities again.

"The German Ministry of Magic has been in a state of collapse since the Grindelwald incident, much worse than the British Ministry of Magic, which had been in disarray in the early years. Alan remained silent, and couldn't help but say a few sarcastic words to the German Ministry of Magic, which had forced their Harris family away from England many years ago.

Until the top layer of the prison, Matthias smiled all over his face: "I'm here to guard, I also put a chair for you inside, don't worry, no one will usually go in except for food delivery time." ”

"Very thoughtful, thank you. Alan smiled and thanked him, and the big rosacea grew redder.

"I'll watch, Master Harris, you can regain your handsome appearance and go see him again, I still have enough compound potions here to drink it again when you come out." Matthias patted the flask on his waist, then opened the iron gates that led to the top prison corridor.

Alan nodded, striding into the eerie hallway.

After removing the deformation effect, tidying up his appearance, and brushing his hair back meticulously, Alan walked through countless empty rooms along the walls on both sides of the corridor with a faint green glow. In the middle cell, Alan saw the target of the trip.