Chapter 794 I Have Lived Here for Decades

Meanwhile, Salzburg.

As one of the most vital ancient cities in Europe, this city that emerged due to the discovery of salt mines and is world-famous for religion and art is no longer what it used to be in today's increasingly capitalized and realistic society. of prosperity.

Last winter, with the collapse of the largest red alliance in human history, there was a celebration here like most European cities. Newspapers, radio stations, and TV news all over the streets were celebrating. Everyone They were all optimistic enough to believe that everything was getting better and that the Great Depression since World War II was finally over.

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

When people were eager to share the 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 the already difficult capital market completely entered an ice age.

The Great Depression did not disappear as people expected.

If people could still attribute the Great Depression to the clouds of the Cold War before, then as the former Soviet Union chose to actively "disconnect", the cruel reality finally exposed the beautiful dream that the capitalist society has been boasting about.

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

Even this "Music City", located at the northern foot of the Alps and known as the Gate of the Alps, was inevitably affected by the Great Depression. Tourists almost completely disappeared from the city, although many people went out to Many young people choose to return to their hometowns, but most of them just stay at home with nothing to do, waiting for the so-called miracle to appear.

However, almost everyone understands...

The real world has no soil for miraculous life.

For Jerry Lao, who has lived in this city all his life, the most intuitive feeling may be the changes that have taken place in the Harnisch Bistro located in Liang Hutong in the old city.

Over the years, Jerry Sr. had developed the habit of sitting for a while at Harnisch's Tavern every day.

Compared with those "black shops" used to attract tourists, the small shop run by the Meyers is more like a paradise to escape troubles and kill time than a pub. The owner of the pub, Kurt Maier never seems to care about profit. No matter how many guests there are, he always quietly guards this pure land for the people of Salzburg.

In Jerry Sr.'s view, the reason why Kurt Meyer opened this tavern was obviously just for personal interest and not for livelihood.

Although the Harnisch Bistro is not open for long every day, every time the sun sets, the lantern hanging at the entrance of the tavern will light up on time, and then not go out until the central church strikes midnight.

However, since last fall, Harnisch Bistro's opening hours have become irregular.

From the beginning, it opened at 6 p.m. every day and was open for six hours every day. Later, it opened late and closed early from time to time. Some time ago, it even occasionally happened that it was closed for a whole day.

If it weren't for the fact that the Harnisch Bistro signboard was still there, that Kurt Meier was in good spirits, and didn't seem to be affected by the Great Depression, Old Jerry almost thought that the Meiers were planning to move away. After all, there have been too many shops in Salzburg that have closed or changed hands during this period. It is said that even the Central Hospital has changed owners.

Therefore, for old Jerry, Harnisch Bistro was like the last spark of fire.

If even good people like Kurt Meyer can't sustain it, then this city, and even this country, may have reached its most bleak and depressed period. After all... this is the last tavern in the entire city.

Early that morning, old Jerry walked slowly along the stone road of the old street, leaning on a cane as usual.

According to his route plan, he would first walk a large circle around the old city, and then go to the Salzburg Cathedral to sit and rest for a while, listen to the nuns and priests telling stories, and chat with a few old friends. If you are lucky, you can sometimes see the nuns from the Neunberg Nunnery telling sermons or singing hymns in the central square.

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

"Last time I heard Kurt say that the commander he used to serve in the army adopted a little nun from a monastery in England. I don't know if she will settle here in Salzburg. If there is such a little angel, Life won’t be so boring anymore…”

Old Jerry leisurely "patrolled" the old street, taking the trouble to look at the familiar brick and stone walls around him.

The Harnisch Bistro did not open yesterday. Counting the day before yesterday, the lights of the Harnisch Bistro have not been on for two consecutive days. I don’t know what Kurt Meier is busy with during this time. Maybe...

Before the messy thoughts in Old Jerry's mind could emerge, the old man suddenly stopped suddenly, looked ahead in disbelief, and made a weird whooshing sound from his mouth.

Not far in front of him, Harnisch Bistro opened for the first time!

If old Jerry remembers correctly, this may be one of the few times in so many years that Harnisch's Bistro has opened in the morning. What shocked Jerry even more was that Kurt Meyer, the bar owner who had always been expressionless, was leaning on the door with a bright smile talking to an old man he had never seen before.

Next to the old man stood several little girls about eleven or twelve years old, among whom there was a little angel wearing a nun's uniform.

In the cool morning breeze, Old Jerry vaguely heard a few chatter coming from not far away.

"I just came here for a walk, and took the children to see..." the old man said, "It's much more comfortable here than Hogwarts. As for that guy you're talking about? He should still be dealing with the new professor. You know them."

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

"The pub is nice. If there are not these little guys, I can go in and have a few drinks with you - but not now. I promised Albus to take good care of them. Taking the children shopping with them smelling of alcohol will make Albus Crazy thinking."

"We have milk prepared here..."

Before Kurt Meyer could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Grindelwald.

"alright……"

The old wizard patted his shoulder and nodded his chin towards the old Muggle man not far away.

"It seems that you still have guests. Salzburg is not a small place. Our schedule today is quite tight. Let's talk about it next time if we have time. Besides, if time permits, I plan to go back to the old place to visit, at least Clean up a little bit..."

After saying that, Grindelwald took off his top hat and smiled and nodded at Old Jerry as a greeting.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and led several little girls around him to walk along another road. During the semester at Hogwarts, there were very few opportunities to skip class and have an outing in an open and honest way. That's almost it.

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

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

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

Kurt Meyer shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile.

"He has been living in a village not far from Salzburg over the years. You should have seen him occasionally, but you just don't have much memory. That little nun is his newly adopted granddaughter, and the others are Her classmates...it is said that their school is temporarily closed because they are recruiting new teachers, so why not take them out together to have fun."

"So that's it. Alas... Is the school also affected by this depression? However, this Mr. Apokalis..."

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

"When you mention it like that, I do seem to have some impressions. As we get older, except for the friends around us, if we don't take a closer look at the people we meet occasionally in the city, we really can't remember it clearly..."

"Hey, who isn't? What, why don't you come in and have a cup of morning tea?"

Kurt Meyer quietly put away the wand and said with a familiar smile.

It is much more difficult to create a person out of thin air than to make a person disappear silently out of thin air. Since Gellert Grindelwald intends to use a new identity to live in the Muggle world and non-magical world, then they will naturally work hard Be perfect.

It may be difficult in other places, but Salzburg is the legendary "Holy City".

Gellert Grindelwald only needs to walk around more, chat and reminisce with his old subordinates from time to time, and use a little confusion spell to leave a mark on this city very easily and form a A piece of "real" history, whether it was an Auror or a Muggle agent, could not find any flaws in the face of such a huge city of witnesses.

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

Hannah looked back behind her and asked softly with some uncertainty.

As the contemporary heir to the Leaky Cauldron and the waitress, Hannah was keen to discover some traces in the bar behind the middle-aged man named Kurt Meyer, some of which would only appear in magic bars. the smell.

"Yes, Mr. Meyer is a wizard, but it's different from yours."

Grindelwald nodded generously and admitted. At this time, they had left the Grain Alley and walked towards Salzburg's most famous Mozart Square. The girls were dazzled by the various Bavarian-style buildings along the way.

"Mr. Maier's customers are mainly Muggles. Even if wizards occasionally come in, they will do so calmly and will not behave particularly strangely. However, some magic materials are still added to the wine and drinks... After all, even a wizard has to find a way to survive. Personally, I prefer this kind of atmosphere."

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

Hannah Abbott nodded seriously, "When I go home for the holidays, I will talk to my uncle and see if we can renovate our Leaky Cauldron a little bit, or... at least the branch in Bournemouth. Take this style as a reference.”

"Bournemouth? That is indeed a good place. But let's visit Mozart Square first."

Grindelwald nodded noncommittally 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 minute. Are we going in the wrong direction..."

At this moment, a timid voice suddenly came from Gellert Grindelwald's ear.

Hermione Granger held a map and stood at the intersection looking around for a few seconds. She pointed to the huge bifurcated road sign on the right with German written on it, and then pointed to a line of small characters on the map in her hand, somewhat uncertainly. said.

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

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