The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The train stopped at a station on the outskirts of Berlin, the capital of Germany, for supplies. Serra and Albert ended their long trip around Europe early with their suitcases under the bewildered and puzzled eyes of the flight attendants.

"Mr Harrisis."

The flight attendant hurried forward to stop the two who were about to leave, and reminded kindly, "This is Berlin, Germany, and your destination has not yet arrived."

"I know this is Germany," Serra said, "but we're going to get off here early."

The two walked forward under the stunned eyes of the flight attendant.

Before leaving, Albert vaguely heard the muttering of the flight attendant from behind, probably something like "What a waste of Galleon".

If the ticket is only bought in Germany, it is estimated that half of the Galleon is not needed.

However, it wasn't his own money, and Albert didn't feel bad at all.

Serra led Albert into an old-looking grocery store next to the station.

It's dirty and cramped, and it reminds Albert of the Leaky Cauldron.

There was an old woman hunched over at the counter of the grocery store. When the other party heard the doorbell, she raised her head and looked towards the door, and suddenly gave them a very strange smile.

"Long time no see, Harris, what brought you here."

"I just stopped by to visit an old friend," Sera said with a smile.

"Does that include my old woman?"

"Of course, Adeline."

"You're still as bad at lying as ever." The old woman giggled.

"We need to borrow the transfer door to go to Vedbeth Village." Sera stated the purpose of her coming here.

It's still some distance away from the village of Wildbeth they are going to, unlike Diagon Alley, which is behind the Leaky Cauldron, and you can enter directly by opening a door in the backyard of the bar.

Transfer door.

You can probably guess the purpose of that thing by hearing the name.

This trip is really worth it, I saw a lot of interesting things along the way.

Sure enough, the world is full of wonders.

Albert soon saw the so-called transfer door, an old stone door embedded in the wall that looked like a relief stone door that was left here for decoration.

"Follow!"

Serra raised her feet and stepped forward, with a posture of hitting the wall with Albert.

The next moment, the two went straight through the stone gate.

It's a bit like pushing luggage past that stone wall at King's Cross Nine, only with a different effect.

When walking through the transfer door, Albert felt like he was thrown into the washing machine, dizzy, and he was still not used to this feeling.

At least, it is much more comfortable to use the vanishing cabinet than this.

The two walked out of the stone gate one after the other, and no one on the street paid attention to their appearance.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Sera seemed to know what Albert wanted to say, and was the first to stop him.

"The transfer door is an ancient technology left by wizards a long time ago. Now it has been completely lost. I think its principle may be similar to the vanishing cabinet. I don't know much about other things."

"The transfer door is a bit outdated, but it's also worth looking into." Albert was so interested in that door that even Sera could see it.

"Traveling with the Floo network is obviously more convenient," he said with a smile.

While they were talking, the two walked across the stone-paved street and came to a park with a fountain. Albert even saw a few children playing around by the fountain.

"Welcome to Wildbeth." Sera said with a smile, "Are you feeling a little surprised?"

"It's a little bit, the feeling here is completely different from the wizarding town in the UK." Albert looked up and looked around.

The town of Widebeth directly subverted his perception of the wizard town.

"That's because the town of Veldbeth is still very young." Serra explained with a smile, "It used to be rebuilt here."

"reconstruction?"

"The Muggle war has spread to this town." Serra explained to Albert as she walked.

"A lot of the houses were blown up and had to be renovated. Then they renovated the town and it's no longer the old town of Wildbeth."

Oh, it turned out to be air raided!

It's not incomprehensible if you think about it.

After all, this is on the fringes of Berlin, bombing is normal, and the town is bigger than expected.

Thanks to the wizards of various countries who are very good at hiding, a large area can be separated as a wizard's village on the edge of the capital Berlin.

Albert believes that the German Ministry of Magic must have spent a lot of time and effort in successfully hiding the village.

Wizards do have no-mark stretching spells that can expand space, but the essence of no-mark stretching spells is only to expand the original space, and most magic will gradually fail over time, and it is difficult to maintain for a long time.

"It's definitely more spacious and prosperous than Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade." Even Serra had to admit it.

"If the Ministry of Magic is willing to spend a lot of time with Garen to repair the village of Hogsmeade, the village will not be too bad," said Albert.

"Unfortunately, that's impossible."

"There are two wizarding towns in Germany that are not inhabited by Muggles." Serra introduced to Albert. "The other is in the Black Forest in the south, similar to Hogsmeade Village. It is old and unwilling to maintain it. It will become like that, and so will people.”

"Indeed."

"There's a commercial street over there that sells things." Sera pointed to the lively east side of the town and said, "However, now is not the time for you to go shopping. We need to visit my old friend first."

Having said that, the old man took Albert into a remote alley, and finally stopped in front of a house that looked a little old, raised his hand and slammed the wooden door lightly.

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and the door was opened from the inside.

"Sierra, I didn't expect you to come to Germany."

It was also an old man who opened the door. Compared with Sera who was wearing a formal suit, he was a little sloppy. Maybe that verified what he just said.

"Your grandson?" The old man's eyes quickly fell on the young Albert, and he asked curiously, "It's still an apprentice, it looks very good."

"Not a grandson, Jonas." After giving the old man a simple hug, Sierra pointed to Albert and introduced, "This is Albert, I think you know who he is."

"Oh my God, who is it? He is even smaller than I expected." Jonas looked up and down Albert, took a step back, gave way to the door, raised his hand and invited: "Come in. Bar!"

"This is Jonas, my old friend." Sera introduced Albert. "If you need something special, you can buy it from him."

"Hello, Mr. Jonas," Albert said in French.

"Oh my God, you speak French so well, so much better than that grandson of mine." Jonas looked at Albert in surprise, not expecting a string of fluent French from the other side's mouth.

"Mark, come over here." Jonas called upstairs in German, and there was a sound of footsteps coming downstairs soon.

"Grandpa, what's the matter." The young man hurried downstairs.

Sera glanced at Albert, feeling a little wanting to laugh, he knew what Jonas meant, but the old friend obviously misunderstood something.

The old man did not intend to correct this small mistake, he believed that Albert could solve it by himself.

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