Chapter 508： hiding place

Chapter 508 Hiding Place

The German Ministry of Magic is located underground in Berlin, the capital. Wizards from many countries like to hide the Ministry of Magic underground, especially under famous buildings. Doing so can save them a lot of trouble, otherwise Muggles will be opened one day. While using an excavator to dig a subway tunnel underground, it would be really embarrassing if you accidentally dug up the Ministry of Magic hidden underground by wizards.

At this moment, Serra and Albert were on their way to the German Ministry of Magic.

“Is it really okay to have the entrance in a place like this?”

The entrance to the German Ministry of Magic was actually in a crowded place like Bodhi Tree Square, which surprised Albert.

 “Of course not in such a conspicuous place.”

 Sela pointed to an inconspicuous shop in the corner and said, "The entrance is right there."

“It smells a bit like the Leaky Cauldron.” Albert commented as he looked at the shop.

 When I first arrived in Germany, I encountered a similar situation, so I wasn’t too surprised.

When the two of them entered, they saw a middle-aged man looking up from behind the counter. The man seemed to have slowed down his machine for a few seconds before he said hello to Sera.

“Old man, what brought you to Germany?”

“I was passing by and a friend asked me to bring some specialties.”

 Sela walked to the counter and handed a badge to the man, "Please send the things to France. An old friend of mine needs those things."

 “Aren’t you going to follow the process?”

“There are a lot of things this time, and the process is very troublesome.”

"All right!"

 The middle-aged man did not refuse, but was in a good mood, and received a large sum of galleons into his account.

Albert probably understood. When they got off the bus in Germany, they were not meeting old friends, but were here to buy things. Who wanted the things?

Most likely it is Nico Flamel. The purpose is self-evident, making the elixir of life.

Naturally, Nico Flamel couldn't come forward on his own, but he knew many old friends. He sorted things and asked different people to help buy them. Finally, they were gathered at Nico Flamel's place. No one knew what the ingredients of the elixir were. , even if you know it, it’s of no use.

However, Albert still had to sigh at the personal connections of Serra and his group.

The two chatted for a few words, and Sierra took Albert to the backyard, where there was an artistic statue of a double-headed eagle made of steel and gears.

The two walked to the statue, and the two-headed eagle seemed to come to life. It looked up at the two amid the sound of gears clenching, as if to confirm the identity of the visitor.

 After a few seconds, the surrounding area began to descend like an elevator.

 “Welcome to the Ministry of Magic.”

 Behind the counter at the entrance, a witch greeted them politely.

 The two of them used the VIP channel.

Serra stepped forward, ready to tell her name and purpose of coming, when there was a sound of footsteps not far away, and a young wizard hurried over, panting, stopped in front of the two of them, and looked at Serra and Albert, tentatively asked: "Mr. Harry Heath?"

 “Yes, I am!”

"Mr. Frank told me about you, please come with me!" The young wizard said hello to the witch behind the counter, and was about to take the two of them to the International Floo Network waiting room.

 “Hans, this is against the rules.” The witch behind the counter frowned and reminded.

"Anna, you will find that they are already on the visiting list." Hans reminded kindly: "Okay, you two, come here, don't be late, otherwise you can only postpone it for two hours."

Young Hans led the two of them out of the door on the right side of the Ministry of Magic hall and came to a circular room with many fireplaces. The names of various countries were marked on the fireplaces. Next to them stood a timetable and an employee. He was cleaning the ashes with something similar to a vacuum cleaner.

 “Mr. Frank, I have brought people here.”

Hans said to the old bald wizard standing on the counter in the center of the circular office.

 “Oh, Sera, my old friend, long time no see.”

“It’s been a long time indeed, Frank.” Sierra stepped forward and gave him a simple hug, “I thought you had retired.”

"You are right, I have almost reached the age of retirement. Before that, I have to take care of the rest of the things." Frank looked at Albert curiously and asked, "Is it your grandson?"

"No. This is Albert Anderson." Serra winked at his old friend and reminded: "He is going to France to participate in the International Wizarding Chess Competition. I happened to be going to France too, so I gave him a ride. .”

"Welcome to Germany, Mr. Anderson." Frank knew Serra's character. There was obviously something unique about this Mr. Anderson, otherwise he would not have been so close to Serra.

"It's been an interesting trip," said Albert.

He found that both Mr. Frank and Mr. Hans spoke English very fluently. They were worthy of being wizards working in the international floo network. They probably needed to be proficient in multiple languages.

"The floo network to France has been arranged. Please follow me." Hans said.

 In fact, there are not many wizards who use the international floo network. After all, the number of wizards is not large. Most of them stay in their own countries instead of running around.

As for those who would find someone to help them smuggle them, there are only a handful of people who can’t get on the stage. Moreover, smuggling is expensive, and no one is willing to spend this money.

When the green flames rose in the fireplace, Sierra made a gesture of invitation to Albert, gesturing for him to take the first step.

Albert stepped into the green flames, shouted "Nicholas Village", took one last look at the waiting room with ashes on the floor, and was swept into the fireplace by the green flames.

 Traveling using the International Floo Network is uncomfortable. In fact, most teleportation magic travel is uncomfortable.

The high-speed rotation made Albert dizzy, and the time lasted longer than expected. Countless fireplace openings flashed in front of him. By the time the rotation slowed down, he had stopped firmly in the stone fireplace.

Albert resisted his discomfort, grabbed the suitcase and walked forward.

 Sela soon appeared behind him, smiled and said to him, "Welcome to Nikolai Village."

Nicholas Village is a very old village, a bit like Hogsmeade.

There was a marble floor on the ground, and there was a square in front of them. On it were statues of the young Flamel couple. They were holding something in their hands, which should be the legendary magic stone. Spring water gushes out from the magic stone. .

 Several young wizards looked at the two unfamiliar faces curiously, discussing their identities in low voices.

 “Follow up!”

 Sela motioned for Albert to follow him.

 “I’m not used to this way of traveling.” Albert muttered.

The two came to a house. Sera raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door. A house elf opened the door and looked at the two uninvited guests with a confused expression on his face.

 Sela handed the house elf a textured silver card from her coat pocket, with an address engraved on it.

“You two, please come this way!”

 The house elf took the card, stepped back and invited the two people into the house.

After the door behind them closed, it lifted up the silver card and muttered a spell softly. The patterned decorations on both sides of the wall and corridor spread into the void as if alive, linked to the silver card in the hands of the house elf, directly in front of them. The front is intertwined to form an exquisite door.

 The house elf opened the door and gestured to the two of them to come in.

 This chapter has been revised several times.

　　

 (End of this chapter)