Meanwhile, Salzburg.

As one of the most vital ancient cities in Europe, this city, which emerged due to the discovery of salt mines and is famous all over the world for religion and art, is no longer as prosperous as it used to be in this increasingly capitalized and realistic society.

Last winter, with the collapse of the largest red alliance in human history, it was celebrated like most European cities. The streets were full of newspapers, radio stations, and television news. Everyone was so optimistic that everything was beginning to get better. The Great Depression since World War II finally ended.

However, politicians lied...or, the world lied.

When people were ready to share bear meat, hoping to survive the cold winter, they found that the landing of the red flag seemed to condense the winter in Moscow, and completely entered the ice age, which was already difficult.

The Great Depression did not disappear as people expected.

If people could have attributed the cause of the Great Depression to the clouds of the Cold War, then as the former Soviet Union chose to "disconnect" on its own initiative, the cruel reality finally exposes the beautiful dream that capital society has been boasting about.

Prices soaring, currency depreciation, welfare cuts, grain production cuts, and employment downturn...

Even this "Music Capital" located on the northern foot of the Alps and known as the gates of the Alps was inevitably affected by the Great Depression, and the figures of tourists almost completely disappeared from the city. Although many young people who went out chose to return to their hometowns, most of them just stayed at home without doing anything, waiting for the so-called miracle to appear.

But almost everyone understands...

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

For Old Jerry, who has lived in this city for a lifetime, the most intuitive feeling may be the changes that took place in the Harnisch tavern located in the Grain Hutong, Laocheng.

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

Compared to those "black shops" used to attract tourists, the small shop run by the Mail couple is more like a paradise to avoid troubles and spend time. The tavern owner Kurt Mail never seems to care about profit. No matter how many customers he has, he always quietly guards this pure land for the people of Salzburg.

In Jerry's view, the reason why Kurt Mill opened this tavern was obviously just a personal interest rather than a livelihood.

Although the Harnisch Bistro is not open for a long time every day, the lantern hanging at the door of the tavern will light up on time when the sun sets, and then it will not go out until the midnight bell rings in the central church.

However, since last fall, the opening hours of Harnisch Bistro have become unfixed.

From the beginning, it was open at 6 pm every day, open for six hours every day, to the delayed opening and early closing from time to time, and even some time ago, it was occasionally happening when it was not open all day.

If it weren't for seeing the sign of Harnisch's tavern still there, Kurt Maier was in good spirits and wouldn't have seemed to be affected by the Great Depression. Old Jerry almost thought that the Maiers were preparing to move and leave. After all, Salzburg has been closed for a while, and there have been too many shops for reselling. It is said that even the central hospital has changed its boss.

Therefore, to Old Jerry, the Harnisch Bistro is like the last flame.

If even a good person like Kurt Mair can't stand it, then this city, and even this country, may be at its most bleak and depressing time. After all, this is already the last tavern in the entire city.

Early that morning, Old Jerry slowly walked along the stone road on the old street with a crutch as usual.

According to his path, he would walk around the old town first and then sit in the Salzburg cathedral and rest for a while, listen to the nuns tell stories to the priests, chat with some old friends, and have good luck, and sometimes you can see the nuns of the Sisters of Nonberger telling doctrines or singing poems in the central square.

Of course, most of them are older nuns in black robes, after all, this is not a big city.

"Last time I heard from Kurt that his commander, who had served, adopted a young nun from a monastery in the UK, and I don't know if he would settle in Salzburg. If there were such a little angel, life wouldn't be so boring..."

Old Jerry leisurely "surveyed" the old street, looking at the familiar brick and stone walls around him tirelessly.

The Harnisch Bistro was not open yesterday. The day before yesterday, the lights of the Harnisch Bistro have not been on for two consecutive days. I don’t know what Kurt Maier is busy with during this period, maybe...

Before the chaotic thoughts in Old Jerry's mind emerged, the old man suddenly stopped suddenly, looked ahead in disbelief, and made a strange horror sound in his mouth.

Not far from him, the Harnisch tavern opened for the first time!

If Old Jerry remembers correctly, this may be one of the few times that Harnisch Tavern has opened in the morning in the past few years. What shocked Jerry even more was that the bar owner Kurt Mill, who had no expressions all year round, was leaning against the door, smiling brightly and talking to an old man he had never seen before.

Next to the old man were a few little girls about eleven or twelve years old, one of whom was wearing a nun's suit.

In the cool morning breeze, Old Jerry vaguely heard a few chats coming from a distance.

"I just come here for a walk and take the kids to see..." said the old man. "It's still much more comfortable here than Hogwarts. As for what you said? He should be dealing with the new professors now, you know."

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

"The tavern is good. If there were no such little guys, I could go in and have a few drinks with you-but not now. I promised Albus to take good care of them and take the children shopping with them all drunk, which would make Albus crazy."

"We have milk prepared here..."

Before Kurt Mill could finish his words, he was interrupted by Grindelwald.

"alright……"

The old wizard patted his shoulder and pointed his chin at the old Muggle man not far away.

"It seems that you still have guests. Salzburg is not small. Our schedule today is quite tight. I will talk about it next time if you have time. Besides, if you allow it later, I plan to go back to the old place to check it out, at least clean up a little..."

After saying that, Grindelwald took off his hat and smiled at Old Jerry, saying hello.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and led the little girls around him along the other road. During the semester at Hogwarts, there were few such opportunities to skip classes openly and go on an outing. It was almost done in a few minutes.

"Who is he? I haven't seen him before."

Looking at the figure gradually fading away, Old Jerry asked curiously.

"Oh, I told you. Otto Apokalis, my sir when I was in service."

Kurt Mill shrugged and replied with a smile.

"He has lived in villages and towns not far from Salzburg for years. You should have seen him occasionally, but you don't have much impression of it. The young nun was his newly adopted granddaughter, and the other few were her classmates... It is said that their school is temporarily suspended because it is re-recruiting teachers, so why don't it just take them out to have fun together?"

"So that's the case, alas...has the school also affected by this depression? But, Mr. Apokalis..."

Old Jerry nodded and sighed, frowned slightly, and murmured suddenly.

"When you say this, I really feel a little impressed. When people get old, except for their friends, they can't remember the people they occasionally meet in the city if they don't take a closer look..."

"Hey, who isn't it? Why, why don't you come in and have a breakfast tea?"

Kurt Mill quietly put away the wand at hand and said with a familiar smile.

Creating a person out of thin air is much harder than letting a person disappear silently. Since Gellert Grindelwald intends to live in the Muggle world and the non-magic world with his new identity, they will naturally strive to be perfect.

Maybe it will be a little difficult elsewhere, but Salzburg is the legendary "holy city".

Gellert Grindelwald only needs to walk a little more, chat with his old subordinates from time to time, reminisce about the past, and add a little bit of confusion to the city to leave a mark on the city very easily and form a "real" history. Whether it is the Auror or the Muggle agent, there is no flaw in front of such a huge city witness.

...

"Professor Apokalis, the one just now..."

Hannah turned around and looked behind her and asked softly with some uncertainty.

As the contemporary heir to the Broken Cauldron, plus the proctor, Hannah keenly found some traces from the bar behind the middle-aged man named Kurt Mair, some smells that only appear in the magic bar.

"Yes, Mr. Maire is a wizard, but it's not much the same as yours."

Grindelwald nodded openly and admitted that they had left the grain alley and walked towards the Mozart Square, the most famous Salzburg square. The girls were dazzled by various Bavarian-style buildings along the way.

"Mr. Mill's customers are mainly for Muggles. Even if there are occasional wizards entering, they will be peaceful and unrestrained. They will not be particularly strange. However, the wine and drinks are added with some magical materials... After all, even wizards have to find a way to live. Personally, I prefer this atmosphere."

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

Hannah Abbot nodded seriously, "I will tell my uncle when I go home during the holidays to see if I can change our slap pot tavern a little, or...at least I can refer to this style at the Bournemouth branch."

"Bornemouth? That's a good place. But let's go to Mozart Square first."

Grindelwald nodded without comment and led Elena and others to continue walking forward.

"I tell you, I have lived in this city for decades, and the Mozart chocolate balls here are a specialty..."

"Well, Professor Apokalis, wait a moment. Are we going in the wrong direction..."

And at this moment, a timid voice suddenly came to Garrett Grindelwald's ear.

Hermione Granger held a map and stood at the intersection and observed for a few seconds. He pointed to the huge fork signpost with German written on the right, and pointed to a line of small words on the map in his hand, saying with some uncertainty.

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

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