At the same time, Salzburg.

As one of the most vibrant ancient cities in Europe, this city that arose from the discovery of salt mines and is famous for its religion and art has long since lost its prosperity in today's increasingly capitalized and realistic society.

Last winter, with the collapse of the largest Red League in human history, it was celebrated as most European cities, with newspapers, radio and television news all over the streets, everyone optimistic that things were starting to get better and that the Great Depression since World War II was finally over.

However, the politicians lied...... Or rather, the world is lying.

When people were gearing up to eat bear meat and hope to survive the winter, they found that the landing of the red flag seemed to freeze the winter in Moscow, and the already difficult capital market completely entered the ice age.

The Great Depression did not go away as expected.

If the cause of the Great Depression could still be attributed to the clouds of the Cold War, then with the former Soviet Union choosing to take the initiative to "break the link", the cruel reality has finally punctured the beautiful dream that the capitalist society has been boasting about.

Soaring prices, currency depreciation, welfare cuts, reduced food production, and sluggish employment......

Even the "music capital" in the northern foothills of the Alps, known as the gateway to the Alps, was inevitably affected by the Great Depression, and tourists almost completely disappeared from the city.

It's just that almost everyone understands......

In the real world, there is no longer soil for miraculous life.

For Jerry, who has lived in the city all his life, the most intuitive feeling may be the changes that have taken place in the Harnisch tavern located in the grain alley of the old town.

Over the years, Jerry Sr. had developed the habit of sitting in the Harnisch tavern for a while every day.

The small shop run by the Maiers is more of a hideaway than a tavern and a place to escape and spend time, and the owner of the tavern, Kurt Mayr, never seems to care about making a profit, and he always quietly guards the pure land for the people of Salzburg, no matter how many customers there are.

In Jerry's view, Kurt Mayer opened the tavern clearly out of personal interest rather than livelihood.

Although the Harnisch tavern is not open for a long time, the lantern hanging at the door of the tavern is lit punctually every time the sun goes down and is not extinguished until the bell strikes midnight in the central church.

However, since last fall, the opening hours of the Harnisch tavern have started to become irregular.

From the very beginning, it was open at 6 p.m. every day and was open for six hours a day, and then it was opened late and closed early from time to time, and even some time ago, it was an occasional thing to be closed all day.

If it weren't for the fact that the sign of the Harnisch tavern was still there, and Kurt Mayer was in good spirits, and it didn't look like he was affected by the Great Depression, Jerry Sr. almost thought that the Mayers were ready to move away, after all, there were too many closed and resold shops in Salzburg during this time, and it is said that even the central hospital had changed owners.

For old Jerry, the Harnisch Bistro was therefore the last flame of the fire.

If even a good man like Kurt Mayer can't sustain it, then the city, and indeed the country, may be at its most bleak and depressed, after all...... This is the last tavern in the city.

Early that morning, old Jerry walked slowly along the stone path of the old street with his crutches as usual.

According to his path, he would walk around the Old Town and then sit and rest in the Salzburg Cathedral, listen to the nuns tell stories to the priests, chat with a few old friends and, if lucky, sometimes see the nuns of the Neunberg Nunnery giving lectures or singing poems in the central square.

Of course, most of them are elderly black-robed nuns, after all, this is not a big city.

"The last time I heard Kurt say that the prefect he once served adopted a little nun from a convent on the English side, and I don't know if he will settle here in Salzburg, if there is such a little angel, life will not be so boring......"

Old Jerry wandered the old streets, tirelessly looking at the familiar masonry walls around him.

The Harnisch tavern did not open yesterday, counting the day before yesterday, the lights of the Harnisch tavern had not been lit for two consecutive days, and I don't know what Kurt Mayer was busy with during this time, perhaps......

Before the jumble of thoughts in old Jerry's mind could surface, the old man suddenly stopped and looked ahead in disbelief, making a strange ho-ho sound from his mouth.

Not far in front of him, the Harnisch tavern opened its doors for the first time!

If Jerry Sr. is not mistaken, this is probably one of the few times in all the years that the Harnisch Bistro has opened in the morning. What shocked Jerry even more was that Kurt Mayer, the perennial expressionless bar owner, was leaning against the door, smiling brightly and talking to an old man he had never seen before.

Beside the old man stood several little girls about eleven or twelve years old, among whom there was a little angel who was still wearing a nun's dress.

In the cool morning breeze, old Jerry faintly heard a few chats not far away.

"I'm just going to come and take the ......kids for a walk," the old man said, "it's still much more comfortable than Hogwarts, and as for the guy you said? He's probably still dealing with the new professors, you know." ”

Gellert Grindelwald grinned, pointing to his little granddaughter and her wings behind him, and shook his head.

"The tavern is good, and if it weren't for these little ones, I could have gone in and had a few drinks with you—but not now, I promised Albus to take good care of them, and to take the kids out on the streets, which would make Albus mad. ”

"We've got milk ready ...... here"

Kurt Mayer was interrupted by Grindelwald before he could finish his sentence.

"Okay......"

The old wizard tapped him on the shoulder, and his chin nodded to the old Muggle man not far away.

"Looks like you still have guests. Salzburg is not small, we have a very tight schedule today, next time if we have time, I will talk about it, and if time permits, I plan to go back to the old place to see, at least clean up a little......"

After saying that, Grindelwald took off his top hat and smiled at old Jerry and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Immediately after, he turned around and led a few little girls around him down the other path - in the Hogwarts semester, there are very few opportunities to skip class in the open, and a few minutes of catching up is almost enough.

"Who is he? I don't think I've seen him before. ”

Looking at the figure that was gradually moving away, Old Jerry asked with some curiosity.

"Oh, I told you. Otto Apokalis, my commander in the service. ”

Kurt Mayer shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile.

"He's been living in a village not far from Salzburg all these years, and you've probably seen him once in a while, but you don't remember him much. The little nun was his newly adopted granddaughter, and the others were her classmates...... It is said that their school is temporarily closed due to the re-recruitment of teachers, so isn't it just a good time to bring it out for fun? ”

"I see, alas...... Have schools been affected by the depression......?

Old Jerry nodded and sighed, frowned slightly, and muttered abruptly.

"When you say that, I do seem to be a little impressed. People are old, except for the friends around them, the people I occasionally meet in the city like this, if you don't take a closer look, you really can't remember clearly......"

"Hey, who's not? Why, why don't you come in and have a morning tea?"

Kurt Mayer quietly put away his wand and said with a familiar smile.

It's much harder to create a person out of thin air than it is to have a person disappear into thin air, and since Gellert Grindelwald intends to use his new identity to live in the Muggle world and the non-magical world, they will naturally strive to be perfect.

It may be difficult elsewhere, but Salzburg is the legendary "Holy City".

Gellert Grindelwald only needs to walk around, chat with those old subordinates from time to time, catch up, and add a little confusion charm, and he can easily leave a mark on the city, forming a "real" history, whether it is an Auror or a Muggle agent, in front of such a large city witness, there is no flaw in front of such a large city witness.

......

"Professor Apocalis, the ...... just now"

Hannah asked softly, uncertainly, looking behind her.

As the contemporary heir to the Leaky Cauldron Tavern, and the Kanban Maiden, Hannah is keenly aware of the marks in the bar behind the middle-aged man named Kurt Meier, scents that can only be found in enchanted bars.

"Yes, Mr. Meyer is a wizard, but not quite like yours. ”

Grindelwald nodded generously and acknowledged, by this time they had already left the grain alley and walked towards Salzburg's most famous Mozartplatz, where the girls were dazzled by the variety of Bavarian-style buildings along the way.

"Mr. Meyer's clients are mainly for Muggles, and even if there is an occasional wizard entering, it is always safe and secure, and it does not behave particularly strangely, except that the wine and drinks are still mixed with some magical materials...... After all, even wizards still have to find a way to live, and personally, I prefer this kind of atmosphere. ”

"Well, I think ...... too Mr. Meyer's tavern has a lot to learn from ......"

Hannah Abbott nodded earnestly, "When I come home from vacation, I'll talk to my uncle to see if I can renovate our Dilapidated Tavern a little bit, or...... At least in the Bournemouth branch, you can refer to this style. ”

"Bournemouth? That's a good place to be. But let's go to Mozartplatz first. ”

Grindelwald nodded noncommittally and led Elena and the others to continue walking forward.

"I'll tell you, I've lived in this city for decades, and the Mozart chocolate ball here is a special ......"

"Well, Professor Apocaris, wait a minute. Are we going in the wrong direction......"

And at this moment, a timid voice suddenly sounded in Gellert Grindelwald's ear.

Hermione Granger took a map and stood around the intersection for a few seconds, pointing to the huge forked road sign with German written on it on the right, and then pointing to a line of small print on the map in her hand, and said with some uncertainty.

"Mozart Square, it seems to be ...... in this direction"

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